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  Third Person POV.Somewhere on North.

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  The dragon tinued flying south, and Jon noticed that she wouldn't st much longer, with her wis growing weaker, and her altitude beginning to drop.

  "We're far enough to be attacked here... We should desd to rest..." Jon spoke in the old tongue as the dragon tio emit tired and painful sounds, starting to lower.

  She began to fall, passing over a hill and heading toward the dry forest below.

  "You 't nd?!" Jon was surprised by the dragon's freefall, uo do anything but hold on tight as the dragon seemed to give up.

  The moment, impact came as the dragon hit the ground hard, lifting all the snow while her body dug into the earth with her enormous mass.

  Jon gritted his teeth as he felt the impact, holding on tightly to avoid falling, hearing the dragon groaning in front of him. She tinued making her way forward, knog down trees and dispg any rocks in her path, while leaving a trench behind them.

  She finally stopped, while everything around them turned into a haze of dust. Jon held firm until the dragon came to a halt, a out a sigh, still hearing the pained groan after the path of destru the creature had caused with her massive body.

  "It's irl, but we're not out of danger. We o get you out of here soon..." Jon assessed, looking at the se. They were only about 30 kilometers from that pce if he had to guess... And the undead wouldn't stop pursuing them so easily, and as soon as they saw that the dragon had fallen, they would sider her easy prey.

  Jon couldn't imagine what an undead dragon could do. He had faced some already, and even without him present, Skyrim had means to defend against them, while the rest of the people in this world would probably be annihited by something like that if he weren't there as well.

  He quickly jumped off the dragon, waiting for the dust to settle. He saw that the animal was covered in wounds a her head low. Jon walked up to her, seeing the pained look the creature gave, letting out small whimpers. Her breathing was also quite irregur.

  He touched her head, trying to calm her. "We'll get you out of here, girl. Just wait a moment," he said, never imagining he would treat a dragon this way, but this was his currey.

  Jon quickly stepped away and began to invoke some juration spells, casting them ahead of him. A woodeure with green light radiating throughout its body appeared before him. It riggan, a summon he had developed outside the juration school after reag a master level to create new tracts with creatures directly from Oblivion.

  The creature stepped on the ground with its branch-like legs, looking at the dragon. "Heal her." Jon issued the order, pointing at the dragon. The spriggan began toug the animal, glowing a green hue.

  Jon was relieved to see the wounds starting to heal, but he frowned a moment ter.

  "This will take too long," he murmured, quickly summoning more spriggans until he reached six, the maximum he could jure at oh this tract.

  The healing was w, but he realized that even with the six spriggans around, it would probably take two days for the dragon to be fully healed.

  With no other choice, Jon decided to stay there. Although they were only a few kilometers away from the undead-ied nd, they still had a few hours before they were found if the creatures were still pursuing them.

  The dragon remained crouched, without strength, as her body slowly eased from the pain but was still uo move. Her entire muscles were exhausted, and her wings obviously could no longer lift.

  Jon ended up staying beside her, studying her better at that moment. "You're not a dovah dragon nor a Valyrian dragon... How did you e to be here?" he murmured, having a hunch that this dragon had some e to Valyria.

  The only response he received was a look, as the dragon could not speak. Jo go and decided to start releasing several spectral wolves, which ran toward the forest to watch the northern area.

  The situation was plicated. They remaihere while the spriggans tinued healing the dragon. The day passed as night approached, and Jon did not leave the creature's side, staying awake while she fell asleep, exhausted.

  His mind wao the steps, mainly wanting to cross the Wall and go to Winterfell, but first, he o get the dragon out of there, and it wasn't bad at all to have a dragon by his side.

  "What would the bards of Skyrim say about this? It would certainly make a good song—of a Targaryen ing to his nd and freeing a dragon from its priso for thousands of years," Jon ehere with only the sound of the wind and the energy of the spriggans geing the healing, sihere was nothing else to do.

  The dragon was still asleep, and he remained silent until, after a few hours, Jon looked to the north, as his spectral wolves began to be killed there.

  "Looks like they've finally arrived," Jon murmured, removing his new axe and the Dark Sister from the dimensional space.

  The sound of small growls began to e with the wind from the north, a snowstorm approag. His wolves were disappearing one by one, leaving nothiween them and the undead, while his side remained with the fallen dragon surrounded by spriggans still healing it.

  Seeing the approag storm, like a blizzard, Jon quickly began summoning more creatures. Two dremenerals appeared with their siones as they spoke their nguage, greeting the Dragonborn.

  Jon didn't stop with his summoning, as several lines of Oblivion portals began to appear, and he had to catch his breath a bit after bringing forth thirty fme atronachs around him—far more than was typically allowed, but he couldn't afford to summon fewer here.

  It was at that very moment that the cold wind reached them, further obstrug visibility in the darkness of the night as the undead began to emerge, passing through the trees and the trench created by the dragon, rushing towards them.

  "Well, looks like they've reached us. Prepare!!" Jon excimed in a harsh tone, as, by his side, the atronachs began quickly ung fmes, advang like a rain of fire ued by the blizzard, striking the creatures and exploding them into fmes with each hit.

  Thus it went, with one side of the ground filled with burning undead, and the other with Jon, the dragon, and his summons, beginning to spit and unch fire from their hands, lighting up the dark area.

  The dremora did not attack, as Jon had instructed them to perform a ritual, and they began to t in unison.

  The dragon woke up startled at this point, trying to raise her head and move due to the situation and the danger she felt.

  "Try to get up, we o leave! I'll try to hold them back," Jon shouted in the old too the dragon.

  Quickly, Jon ran forward, shouting, "Yol Toor Shul," unleashing his fme Thu'um that emitted a sound, blinding everything on the ground before all shone and advahrough the midst of the undead, burning them in a straight line, apanied by the cries and growls of the dying wights. Meanwhile, the wights were advang from the other sides.

  The summoned dremenerals had finally pleted their ritual entments while Jon faced the undead, advang against the first that emerged and killing them here and there with his ons, while the atronachs tinued burning as many as they could.

  As soon as the final word left the dremeneral's mouth, a line of fire rose around the area like a massive circle, halting all advances and leaving only a few dozen undead already within.

  "This is good..." Jon nodded with satisfa a for the wights inside, eliminating them with swift cuts, while the fmes grew stronger with a powerful fire spell, the dead trying to circle around, but uo advance.

  "We hold them for a while," Jon murmured. "But everyoay alert!" he said to the dremenerals as he repositioned himself.

  It didn't take long, as all the malicious blue eyes looked at them, for the uo simply start throwing themselves into the fmes to try to extinguish them or make a bridge for others to cross.

  "Pretty smart," Jon murmured, as he watched the dead quickly burn. Others tried to pass over, but they were burned as well, after all, it ell from a dremeneral, and more and more began to fall into the fmes, burning, until they finally mao create a space to pass before the fmes rose again. However, they couldn't go very far with the atronachs beginning to hurl fire at them.

  The situation was getting a bit more difficult, as the uried to cross from all sides, with the atronachs having to cast fire in every dire, attempting to hold back the advance.

  Jon poio one side before unleashing ahu'um, spinning through the fmes and burning aire crowd of undead. He could have ended most of them with just one shout, as they were vulnerable there, but just as he was about to release a third shout to the other side, he felt something flying towards him from the north—the target was the dragon struggling to stand.

  "Those bastards..." Jon murmured, before throwing his axe into the air again, intercepting the ice spear with a crack as both ons fell.

  As he retrieved the axe, another spear began to form. Before he could think, he struck it again.

  Johat his telekinesis wasn't w on the spear, likely because it was magical. Quickly, he advanced, striking the third spear with the Dark Sister, which made a loud crack when repelled, but stopped the moment after, as Joreated again, looking into the darkness of the surrounding storm.

  The dragon was trying to stand with all her strength, still being healed by the spriggans, who did their best to keep the spell active. The dremoras tio hurl fmes to try to hold back the advance, also casting other spells while mog the undead.

  This went on for a while, as Jon frowhe number of spears thrown from the darkness increased, revealing that more and more undead and their generals were arriving, and he could firm this with his magical eyes. The dragon finally began to rise, struggling to stand, but still trembling.

  Jon knew he couldn't stay there any longer. Quickly, he used a Thu'um to ence the dragon, as he had done in the cave, while advang toward her, climbing up the scales on the ground and jumping onto her back.

  "e on, girl, we have to get out of here quickly, now!" he said, defleg another spear with his axe.

  The dragon began to flex her wings backward, preparing for takeoff.

  "Leave this pce immediately!!" Jon anded, and the wings moved, lifting dust and snow from the ground as the wind cshed against the blizzard, while the undead tio surround the area, trying to ehe circle of fire. Once again, the white dragon began to gain altitude.

  Jon deflected another spear with his axe, while sheathing the Dark Sister. He quickly unleashed ahu'um against a sed spear, which was ing too fast to avoid. The roar of the Thu'um collided with it, sending the spear flying back, but a third spear came, advang at high speed and striking the dragon's hind leg in the air, causio cry out in pain as red blood began to flow and the dragon almost started to fall.

  Jon looked at it, seeing how bad it was, while below them, the undead finally broke through the circle of fire, advang against the summons, which were quickly overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies.

  "We o get out of here!" he shouted once more to the dragon with a tone of authority. The female made a great effort, beginning to beat her wings and move into the air in the dire they had escaped st time, dodging another spear that flew through the air, managing to get out of its read leaving that pce behind—but she was even more wouhan the first time they had left the north, as the dragon emerged from the snowstorm, leaving the undead behind.

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