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Jon Snow POVSomewhere on North.
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I advanced calmly through the snow-covered ndscape once again, crossing the forest where only a few wild animals shared my journey. My new "wild friends," or what was left of them before I eheir suffering, had provided me with some intriguing information about Mahe self-procimed new king beyond the Wall. He had gathered a formidable army of over 100,000 warriors, preparing to un atta the Wall and the south. The prospect piqued my i, fueling the idea that perhaps I could eain myself a bit with these wildlings.
At this stage, I dressed like one of them, adopting the wild style after stealing some clothes from those wildlings. Although my resistao the cold was remarkable, I didn't want to always appear as a weirdo without clothes, wanting to have a more casual versation with the human enter, so I thought about blending ier with these people. I proceeded eastward for about five hours, deg to stop a up camp with the wildlings' gear before su. I used a bow to hunt two rabbits, then lit a fire to prepare my meal and provide a good dinner while getting ready to rest. I summoned some wolves to patrol the area while I closed my eyes.
It was during the deep sleep that the silence of the night was shattered; I heard the growls of my spectral wolves with a subtle sound of footsteps some tens of meters away. I opened an eye slowly, awaiting the approach of the intruder who dared to invade my territory while being threatened by my wolves, but this intruder didn't seem very intimidated as they advanced.I identified three silhouettes moving slowly in the darkness from a distan front of the wolves, on the opposite side of where I rested, without a torch to light their way and, at the same time, without any iion of hiding their presence. Amid guttural murmurs emitted by these humanoid figures, I uood that they were not humans here.
I rose with a sigh, incredulous at the existence of such creatures ieros, as I did not imagine finding these things here.
"- A draugr?" I excimed silently and thoughtfully, questioning the presence of these entities as I watched the dang shadows in the darkhe creatures tio approach, and I observed their bright blue eyes. My wolves advanced and attacked them, biting their skin and shaking their heads to remove parts of them. I looked at it calmly, experieng no fear; I had already faced and eliminated hundreds, if not thousands, of these creatures while expl a dungeons or fag a powerful neancer. I wielded the axe I possessed and threw it towards the draugr as a wolf ripped off its arm. The direct impact to the creature's chest made it fall backward, but it didn't seem to harm it, nor did it show any sign of pain.
"Looks like bronze doesn't work on them, huh?" I eo myself, the metal's iiveness against these supernatural threats."I should try something else..." Jon murmured and with a gesture, he dismissed all the summonings, making them vanish like smoke; now the creatures had nothing to stop them from advang toward me.
"And this?" I murmured, notig that, instead of tinuing to walk, the creatures started running towards me now without the wolves. Without hesitation, I shouted:
"[- YOL.]"
A different force emanated from my voice, trasting with the previous energy that propelled everything around. This one had a reddish tone, and its maioed in burning fmes, illuminating that er of the forest for several kilometers on this night. When the fire hit them, the creatures burned like oil, emitting cries of pain and clearly showing that fire harmed them. A few seds ter, the bodies engulfed in fmes fell to the ground, motionless, as they turned into ashes. I picked up what remained of one head, making sure they wouldn't reanimate, a on fire.
After a sweep with other summoned wolves that ran around the area to ensure none of these creatures remained, I returo my resting pce, determined not to let some undead creatures disturb a night of sleep. I y down as if nothing had happened, leaving the macabre events behind as I surrendered once again to sleep.
The m, after sav the rest of the rabbits, I tinued with my journey. At noon, I entered anroup of wildlings in the same forest.I approached them as st time, but now I didn't look like a beggar at least."Hello," I murmured when I was already among them, going unnoticed after having trained for a few years ihieves' guild iy where I stayed. With that, I withe sed se of a people beyond the Wall waking up frightened when they found me in their camp. Despite now being dressed in their furs, I realized that the ge of attire was not enough to calm their fears.
"Who are you?" Inquired a dark-haired girl with blue eyes, whose beauty surprised me in this nd.
"I'm Jon Snow. I'm looking for Mand the dire to the Wall," I asked, the growing suspi in the group's gaze.
"Do you want to join Mance's people? You don't look like someone from beyond the Wall... What tribe do you belong to?" She asked, fixih a peing gaze.
"I'm not from here, ended up in this pce by ce, but I'm ied in this army of wildlings," I replied, unaware that I had offehem by using the term "wildlings." The group reacted with growls of distent.
"Kill him! He's a southerner!" Excimed the first oo run towards me, raising the sword for the attack. I sighed, thinking: 'Is there no one I talk to in this hell?' Repeating the same move as the night before, I threw my axe, embedding it in the wildling's skull who screamed before his suddeh. He fell lifeless to the ground while the others fled. Here they were about ten, but now I had two bronze swords looted from the st group, so I took both ons from my waist, dispelling the o annihite the whole group with just one shout. I initiated a skillful ter-attack against their swords, axes, and arrows. In thirty seds, I had already eliminated five of them, geing a sense of caution in the rest. I didn't care; my i was to virtually wipe out everyohere because, by attag me, there was no reason to keep more than one prisoner.
Two of the st to charge in close bat ran towards me. I delivered a precise strike with one sword, cutting the chest of one of them, and with the other, I intercepted an arrow fired by one of the three archers. The beautiful girl who had spoken to me earlier tried to hit me with an axe, but I skillfully dodged it with my body, then kicked her in the chest, leaving her breathless on the ground. Finally, I decapitated the st man, who fell dead to the ground.
Three archers remained paralyzed by the age, witnessing seven members of their group being cut down by just one man in a matter of 1 minute. One of them unleashed a desperate run towards the forest, fleeing the fight, but before he could gain distance, I threw one of the swords in his dire like an assassin throwing a knife. In a matter of seds, he fell dead on the ground, the bde pierg his back through to his chest.
One of the archers, moved by desperation, shot an arrooint-bnk range. But to his disbelief, I caught the arrow with my free hand. The wildling, reizing the futility of his resistance, dropped the bow in a sign of surrender. I threw my sed sword, hitting the man who still held the bow directly in the skull, before approag the archer who surrendered. He tried to articute words, but I interrupted his attempt with a swift death, breaking his neck.
Although I loathed extinguishing the lives of individuals devoid of a fighting spirit, I harbored an eveer aversion to cowards. I had always maintaihe philosophy that one who attempts to take the life of another must be prepared to lose their own.
"Looks like we finally talk," I inquired of a woman trembling on the ground, not foolish enough to overlook that I had defeated the entire group of 11 people alone.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked, fear evident in her voice.
"Depends. Do you want to be ho? I met some of yours a day ago, asked some questions, and only got vague answers, so I killed them, seeing how persistent your people are," I said.Jon didn't know, but the wildling woman shuddered at his tone. He naturally expressed the idea of killing with a ess that made even the most barbarid ibalistic tribes of the true north seem like children in parison. This left the impression on the woman that Jon was a monster, but Jon carried with him hundreds of thousands of deaths and had grown aced to taking lives long ago. There was a time he regretted sparing those who didn't deserve it, and it caused many problems, so he wouldn't hesitate to kill this woman if she deserved it.
"I'll be ho," she said, choking."You don't seem as fierce as I imagined," I ented, the woman in front of me. She resembled many others I had entered here, but they all showed an unwavering willio die before renoung the pride of their people.
"If it still allows me to take care of my little brother, then I submit," she said holy. I accepted this revetion with approval; I appreciate those willing to sacrifice for family, something that reminds me of the friends or lovers I made in Skyrim. Although I have grown aced to taking lives over the years, I am not a psychopath who enjoys killing. I reserve my violence for those with whom I ot establish rational dialogue or who deserve to meet their end with a sharp axe.
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