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  Third Person POV.Somewhere on North.

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  On the hill of the great Weirwood, the group had split into two as Jon tinued his solitary journey northward, seeking more unanswered mysteries since he arrived in this world, and a strange calling pulling him in that direoving forward without looking back.

  The same couldn't be said for the roup, as Ygritte turned her gaze to the north, watg the man she had joined within that forest, seeing him perform unreal and inexplicable acts, now being just a distant point amidst the snow.

  "He will certainly live, human," a child of the forest spoke, notig Ygritte's cautious eyes. As she pulled her gaze from Jon to look at the mystical creature, she frowned.

  "Don't look at me like that. I don't like him, and I still think he may have doomed humanity by killing the three-eyed raven. After all, he was our best hope for what is to e. But we have no choice, and what I mean is, after everything we've seen him do, he certainly won't fall so easily..." the child of the forest responded.

  "I suppose you're right... and will you keep your word?" Ygritte asked with a wary look, as she was aloh them after all.

  "He bound me in some sort of tract... I 't do anything, aher should we..." Leaf replied, having no choice since she did not want the wrath of that being upon them.

  And so, they headed south, with Ygritte returning since Jon had said that from now on, things would only get harder, and the children of the forest leaving the roots of the great Weirwood for the first time iuries or perhaps even millennia, as they had cared for each three-eyed raven. Both groups vanished from each other's sight in that moment.

  Time passed, and since Jon had parted from Ygritte and the children of the forest, he traveled north for a week, entering less and less wildlife as he progressed. He knew he was risking ing across aire army of the dead by being there, apanied only by a few animals in that frozen wastend.

  But that didn't matter now, for he felt a calling from the north, something he did not yet uand, and perhaps this was the only ce he would have to find out what it was.

  Jon began to see undead more frequently; most of them he could spot walking in the distance, but empted their luck against him—at least until yesterday, when he assing through a pce that had experienced a ret storm. He calmly saw them buried in the snow, perhaps waiting for him or any other living being that might walk by. As soon as they tried to ambush him, they were quickly sliced by his runic bronze sword, fmes engulfing them as they screamed.

  "This world keeps getting strahan the one I knew..." Jon murmured to himself. "First, seeing undead wandering about, White Walkers actually existing instead of being mere legends. Then, there's a man trapped in a tree, believed to be some kind of Messiah, but with no ce, and likely his soul won't end well after making an enemy of me, as I had inteo use it te something powerful. Being an a soul, it would have been quite useful. And now... now I feel even things that were thought extinct... All of this would be expected in Skyrim, but not in this world." He muttered to himself, lost in his thoughts as he tiraveling.

  He finally decided to stop walking when he saw the day nearing its end, with the sun beginning to disappear behind the frozen mountains to the west. He tihrough the deserted forest and found a cave near a rocky outcrop. Entering it, he came face to face with a zombie bear; the creature, missing a leg, half of its mouth, and with glowing blue eyes, charged at Jon. He found the sight uling but quickly took trol of the situation, killing the bear before it could react by throwing his sword and lodging it in its body. Afterward, he settled in the cave for the night.

  This was a on sight i days; he could see more and more dead to the north, and more zombie animals around trying to attack him, yet strangely still in their s, waiting for the and of whoever was behind their creation.

  He lit a small fire, taking some things out of his dimensional space, and ate while extinguishing the fire to sleep, no longer needing the light. Once again, he surreo his dreams, his mind being pulled south, and once again, he felt the animal's fear.

  Jon found himself small again, inside a closed space. It seemed like a barn or something simir, and outside, he could feel a great otion. It was essentially a party. There, he felt the loneliness of the animal; even its siblings were no lohere, taken by their owo the lively pce.

  'They're having fun, wherever that pce is, and here I am, in the northernmost part of the world, alone, fag mystical creatures that would make anyone from the Seven Kingdoms soil themselves upon seeing them...' Jon, ign the animal's sad feeling, couldn't help but be ironic about his current situation.

  The white wolf kept growliably, w when they would e for him—not just anyone from the party, but when Jon himself would e for him, his warg, his master.

  His dream was interrupted as he awoke, his spectral wolves beginning to disappear into the forest, indig the movement of the undead—dozens at the very least, enough to kill his wolves.

  With a sigh, he got up, passed by the burned bear's body, and took the Dark Sister sword from his dimensional space, stepping out of the cave.

  "It's time to test this sword..." he said. He didn't even release a Magelight, as he used his night vision, wanting to test the magical metal's edge of this world on the creatures nearby to see if it had any effect, so he wouldn't use magid would fight in the darkness of the night.

  There were at least three hundred undead in the forest, along with a White Walker. Its glow was strohahers, visible to Jon through his undead deteagic.

  And so, Jon moved toward the undead as they finally noticed him, walking toward the first one, which rushed to attack him. Jon sliced it, the creature letting out a roar of pain, splitting in half before falling silent.

  The dead oo the ground with nothing more binding it to this world. Jon looked at the bde, satisfied to see that this magical metal worked and was clearly better than his runic swords or even the ice sword.

  It wasn't long before he heard the growls in that dark forest, able to see as all the undead ran toward him. That night would be quite iing for the Dragonborn, as he sshed zombie after zombie, eliminating them with just his sword. Some tried to surround him, but he didn't care. In the end, they only needed o—despite their rge numbers, they were easy to deal with. When he needed space among them, Jon used his magic.

  Hours of fighting passed, Joing his blood flow through his veins, enjoying himself, while his sword cshed against an ice bde. The White Walker had been ered, with less than a third of its creatures remaining when Jon reached it, cutting through the crowd.

  "You don't look s now, do you?" Jon tauhe creature, which looked at him cautiously. Uhe first enter he had with a White Walker, this one easily saw that Jon wasn't an easy prey, and he enly mog it.

  Quickly, a battle between their bdes began, and Jon was having fun against the White Walker's spear, passionately pushing away all the uhat approached them. The White Walker looked at him as if asking how a human could fight like that—even with his magic, he could cut down hundreds of wights without tiring.

  The White Walker saw Jon r in a strange nguage that exuded power, throwing a group of undead backward, and tried to attack him at that moment, but only saw the Dragonborn moving like lightning, cutting off his arm before he could reach Jon with his bde.

  The i his body began to crack, and in the moment, as the creature looked on in fear, its head was removed with a swift motion from Jon, causing it to shatter into shards of id crumble entirely.

  The other creatures around began to fall, with only a few Thu'ums eg across the mountains after his shouts reached some distance, but he was alone again in the forest.

  He khis fight would have drawention of other things in the region, but they wouldn't arrive for some time, making him yawn as he left all the bodies behind, sihere was an hour before dawn and he wao sleep a bit more to keep his energy full.

  Returning to the cave where he had his belongings, he casually thought about the little wolf, whom he would have to pick up soon. These dreams were somewhat uling, but he would leave that for wheurned south, for now, he had a goal in the north.

  Waking up a few hours ter, he packed his things and began advang north again, now carrying two ice spears as war trophies, though still preferring his new sword.

  The number of creatures was increasing more and more on that side, and Jon already knew he was in the far north. Snowstorms were stant there, and even with the warm clothes of the Free Folk, it might not be enough to protect him. He had a certaiance against the cold and could also use yers of magic to protect himself from the storms and keep moving even within them, using his cirvoyao follow the call. Not that cirvoyance led him automatically, but it gave him some dire, as the call pulling Jon was something internal, something to do even with his Thu'um soul.

  And so, he tinued for another week, fag even rger groups and fighting undead every day. Certainly, this was not a pce where Ygritte should have e, and Jon was satisfied that the girl had agreed to return south.

  Jo having dreams about the wolf. It seemed that the pce was always in celebration every night, but the wolf remained alone while his siblings were with their owners, eared to be a rge family. He began to notice that evehe animal was with his siblings during some parts of the day, it still sought Jon himself. The wolf wao ect as that family did—ected with each of the wolves. Though Jon already knew where he would find it and who the other wolves' owners were.

  But it wasn't just that. Jon dreamed of his little bird that was growing in Lucis's tent. He even spied on the girl with her brother, pining about how worried she was about Jon after so many days without news. Even the boy seemed a bit hesitant, as there were no new updates.

  Jon had simply headed north, shog everyone, and the rumors about what he had do the northern camp were now clearly known by all. If some had seen him as just a mere outsider before, now they saw him differently—some with fear, others with admiration. Rumors said that all who challenged him were dead and that he was ruthless when necessary, yet a savior in times of need, dispying powers beyond human capacity, like a deity.

  The raven chick also felt this growing e with Jon. It seemed to be starting to grow, though still very young. It tirying to learn more about these Warg abilities si spoke with that forest witch. Jon en-minded person. He had never had time to study destru or restoration magi depth in Skyrim, but he certainly now had an opportunity to learn a new kind of magic, like the druids or eveures like Spriggans, who had magic to trol wildlife.

  And so it was, between dreams, traveling north day after day and killing zombies, but without entering any more White Walkers, that he finally reached his goal: a mountain five kilometers away, with ice pilrs that looked like a human stru. As soon as he activated his undead dete eyes, he was surprised. There was aire line of undead, thousands of them in one pce, surrounding the mountain.

  This made Jon wonder if that was where the army of the dead truly gathered. He also saw some brighter auras, indig the presence of White Walkers. Certainly, this was a hat even he could not face all at on his current state.

  "Well, I'm not giving up now. I just have to get through all these dead..." he decided without fear, taking a step forward, heading toward the mountain.

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