Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

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Third Person POV.

Somewhere on North.

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The Sun began to appear on the horizon at this moment, while the dragon continued flying, leaving a trail of blood in the air with one of its four legs injured by the weapon still lodged in its scales.

It was flying much farther than it could previously, yesterday, as its muscles were finally starting to adjust after the first flight, allowing it to reach a much greater distance.

"I believe we managed to get them off our trail at last. Now we can head to a safe place, you just have to hold on a bit longer, and we'll take care of the rest of your wounds..." Jon commented. It was clear that the dragon was making a great effort, feeling enormous pain, but thanks to the adrenaline surging through its body to survive, along with Jon's Thu'um, it managed to stay airborne.

And so, they continued on for the next few hours. Jon even spotted the great Weirwood where he had taken the soul of the self-proclaimed three-eyed crow, while realizing the dragon wasn't going to hold on much longer.

"Let's descend, I'll finish healing you now," Jon said, as the dragon began its descent, landing in one of the forests. She landed much better than before but quickly fell to the ground after placing her feet in the snow due to the immense pain, moving her neck immediately and trying to remove the spear with her mouth, but unable to reach her hind leg.

"Let me handle this, girl," Jon commented, approaching the dragon's leg, passing by her giant mouth. She didn't attack but looked at him with some caution and suspicion.

Jon reached the spear and removed it quickly in the next moment, with the dragon giving a small whimper of pain.

"This won't bother you anymore, but we need to stop the bleeding... Hang on a bit longer, I'll heal you over the next few hours," he said.

He then summoned the six spriggans again, who began circling the dragon, who looked at them still with some suspicion but was already feeling relief as her entire body began to glow with the magic being cast.

"This will take some time," Jon said, going to set up a camp to stay here for a day, quickly doing everything while ensuring the area was secure by casting summons all around. He knew the Free Folk no longer lived here, but he might encounter some of them patrolling or searching for food and survivors. However, he wasn't worried about that, as he had just escaped an army of frozen undead from the north.

And so he dreamed again, being a small creature, while walking around a castle, able to see the great structures somewhat blurred in the distance. The small animal was silent as it moved through the place, avoiding any feet that passed without noticing it.

It seemed lost while arriving at a place with a lot of noise because, in front of it, there was a crowd of people, but it couldn't clearly see any of them. They were dressed in red, and others mixed among them were in black, seemingly guards from two different houses. Jon saw that he was in an open part of the castle, like a training yard, hearing many people exclaiming, but he couldn't understand what was happening there. The ground was cold but not as freezing as the North, and as Jon knew, he was south of the Wall.

"Hey, where are you going, Nymeria!? We're watching the fight between the Kingslayer and the master-at-arms, Ser Rodrik!" Jon heard a voice clearer than the others, from a girl, while small steps approached him, just as small as he was. Another little wolf approached, looking curiously at him, and he instantly knew it was his littermate, who must have noticed him.

The girl followed right behind, still seeing her in a blurry manner. "Nymeria, you can't just run like that..." She didn't even finish her sentence when she saw the white wolf there, recognizing it immediately.

"What, the mute one! You're out of the stable?! You shouldn't be wandering around here!" the girl scolded the wolf, and Jon, who was in the wolf's form, was lifted into the air and carried back to the stable, being placed inside with the doors shut.

"Ahh, you made me miss the beginning of the fight!" she complained as she quickly shut the door and ran off with her wolf in her arms.

Jon found himself trapped again in the place where he always found himself inside the wolf, with the window being the only source of light there. The wolf had run away, and Jon just stayed there for a while, feeling how the wolf still missed something—him. That was why the wolf had started running away, trying to get to Jon.

Darkness took over him again, and he slept for many hours, until he felt a great movement by his side. He opened his eyes, seeing what was causing the commotion at that moment, in the middle of the night under the starry sky.

It was nighttime, probably early morning, and the dragon was beginning to rise, with the spriggans complaining, trying to maintain the healing spell. But the dragon no longer cared, starting to shake off the spriggans. She seemed to have already decided to leave. Though still slightly injured, but in much better condition, she simply turned her head toward Jon before opening her mouth.

ROAAAAAAAARRRRR

The dragon simply roared at him, lifted her wings, and began flying away, with Jon feeling the wind from her wings as she departed, leaving him and the spriggans behind.

"After everything I've done for you, you're just going to leave? Not even a thank you?" Jon used an ironic tone in his voice, but he wasn't angry. He was used to dealing with dragons all his life, hunting them for the past years; it wasn't now that he'd befriend one, besides Paarthurnax, who stayed on the Greybeards' mountain.

He let the dragon go, looking up at the sky, thinking he'd slept for several hours... which was no surprise, considering how much power he had used in the last fight. His body ended up exhausted. Even he had his limits and couldn't fight for long in that state, maintaining dozens of summons with him and using his Thu'ums constantly during the battle.

Jon didn't care anymore, going back to sleep after dismissing his summons. The only thing he wished was that the dragon wouldn't fall into the hands of the undead. Otherwise, all his work to keep her alive would have been in vain.

Thus, he slept, fully recovering a little before dawn, beginning to clean up the camp and head south. There was nothing left for him there, and he would return to the Free Folk's camp before finally heading to the other side of the Wall. It was time to see his family again and settle a few things with his uncle.

He departed, traveling south over the next few days, looking back a few times with a raised eyebrow. Arriving at an area he knew well now, he found a camp ahead with some members of the Free Folk standing around, talking and eating something by an open fire in the middle of the forest.

They were sentinels, and as soon as they heard Jon's footsteps, they quickly turned, standing and drawing their weapons, pointing them at him. He approached wearing the same clothes as theirs, but they still didn't recognize him as part of the group.

"Who are you?" they asked, but a group quickly recognized him immediately.

"It's him! Jon Snow, the outsider, the one who went alone beyond the North before asking those children of the forest to come to the camp," one of them pointed out nervously.

"It really is him!" They looked, seeing a man with a serious face staring at them, with amethyst eyes—a color that no one else had.

"Well, I see you've recognized me. Can I return to the camp? After all, I need to talk to some people," Jon said, while they looked at each other, with no reason to refuse.

"Alright, follow me, I'll take you..." one of them said to Jon, nodding to his companions, while Jon nodded in response.

"Then I'll be heading back. If you see something big approaching, don't attack—it's with me," Jon simply said, leaving them confused as he followed the guide.

Jon advanced towards the camp, and after a few hours of silence, the area with a large number of tents finally came into view.

They descended while the man leading him kept glancing back the entire time, but he didn't seem to express his thoughts. Jon, on the other hand, walked calmly, keeping his own thoughts, as he had some matters to settle. But he decided to break the silence at that moment, seeing the camp in the distance. "Did the children of the forest arrive here safely?" he asked.

"Yes, they came over a week ago. They said you sent them, and we've been waiting for your return... No one dared to contradict them. The forest witches have been bothering them constantly, asking for their blessings," he spoke cautiously.

"I see," Jon murmured as they continued. The camp was getting closer, and they passed by more sentinels who looked at him cautiously, some even with a certain reverence, but he kept moving forward.

They descended the slope, and finally, they were emerging into the camp. Jon paused for a moment, looking at the camp, lost in thought. This caught the man's attention.

"Tell me, what are they saying about me at the moment?" Jon asked suddenly.

The man seemed uncertain but spoke. "They're saying many things... Some say you saved the northern forward camp, and within that story, there are many others... that you can spit fire and kill White Walkers. Things got even more chaotic when they saw the children of the forest arrive, with her claiming that you killed the most powerful warg in the north, who hid in a sacred tree and could control dozens of animals. You fought him and defeated him before his creatures and himself." He hadn't finished while trying to meet Jon's gaze.

"Even the children of the forest fear you, saying you're not even human..." He spoke, seeming afraid of Jon's reaction. After all, everyone spoke of Jon Snow and his oddities, and Jon wanted to laugh at it all, but he let it go, finding this type of reaction normal.

"Well, I certainly don't want to get involved with a crowd after all these rumors, so I'll go on alone from here. Goodbye," Jon said to the man, who raised his eyebrow, confused. But in the next moment, as he heard Jon disappear, he was shocked and stepped back, trying to look for him, only to see nothing there.

"Relax, I'm still here, I'm just invisible. You understand why I don't want to draw attention, right? I'm going on alone." Those were Jon's last words before he advanced into the camp using invisibility.

He wasn't a specialist in the illusion arts, so he used one of his summons to make him invisible, his footsteps still pressing the mist as he walked toward the camp.

Lucis was returning to her tent at that moment with clothes after washing them, while people stared at her the entire time. People had been looking at her strangely in recent days, all because of her relationship with Jon. They were even afraid of her now.

She found it uncomfortable, but her brother thought it was amazing, even saying he was a student of the fearsome Jon Snow and wanted to kill White Walkers like him in the future, which Lucis found absurd, but she only sighed, unable to do anything about it. Even the women looked at her with a certain envy, knowing Jon would certainly be sought after now.

Lucis continued folding the clothes, and there were some of Jon's, ones she had made herself in the past days as a gift for him saving her in the north.

As she stored them in a corner of the tent, she felt a touch on her shoulder, making her turn immediately, startled. She saw the man with purple eyes staring at her with a smile.

"You look scared. Is everything alright? I just arrived," Jon said calmly, smiling at the blue-eyed woman. He had finally returned.

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