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  Thrid Person POV

  Westeros, 296 AC.

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  While Arctic was in the midst of eps toward development, the South seemed quite agitated; Westeros was not doing well at all. The events that had until then been discussed by the nobility began to spread among the on folk.

  More and more people ieros were learning about the events in Oldtown on one hand, and the defeat of the royal fleet and the fall of the king oher. The terrifying fleet ing from beyond the Wall began t fear to the hearts of everyone in the Seven Kingdoms.

  "They killed the High Septon!! They are against the Seven!" excimed a septa in a small vilge in the Rivernds.

  "They are demons from the North, ing to destroy us!" shouted a sailor after witnessing the Artis in a at a port in one of the Stormnds' cities.

  "I heard lorious king was beaten up by ark's bastard son! Hahahaha," yelled a drunkard in the middle of the tavern.

  "Watch your words, fool, do you want to die hanged?" the tavern keeper warned him.

  In maons nearby, people began to pray, hoping the war would not reach them, especially by a group that had been uable at sea.

  "Will our lords do nothing against the savages from the North?!" someone demanded.

  "Savages? I've heard they live better than most on folk," a woman said.

  "Maybe we should go there... maybe they'll accept us," another person spoke, more out of desperation for food than reasoning.

  "You're crazy if you think we just sail through the rough seas like that..." another farmer mocked.

  "Let me tell you a song about the Arti pany!" spoke a bard in a town in the Vale of Arryn.

  "Hey, I thought he was going to sing a song speaking ill of them, but he's praising the savages from the North!"

  "Call the guards!"

  "You're arrested!"

  "Wait, I'm just singing a song!" the bard tried tue as he was taken to jail.

  People speaking ill and some even seeing the Arti group in a good light, although the tter was quite rare, oken throughout Westeros in these weeks.

  As for the nobility, they were in a different situatiardless of what they thought, letters circuted among all houses, deg the Artis as enemies of the Seven Kingdoms until further notice, while a call to arms had begun among all houses.

  "We certainly won't send any soldiers," Doran ented as he looked at the letter. He might have been offended by Jon's letter when he refused his offer, but he couldn't deny it was satisfying to hear that the fat man sitting on the Iron Thro beaten up badly after a great defeat at sea.

  "Are we stayiral?" his son asked.

  "Yes... We should worry about the coast; the Ironmen might bee bold siwo huge fleets ieros were destroyed a few weeks ago," he said eventually as everyone nodded, his gaze fell on Nyra, who seemed to avert her gaze hiding something, something Doran already knew, but did not interfere due to this being his best card.

  At Storm's End, Renly arrived after returning from Oldtown, slightly shaken by what Jon Arctic, the man who had calmly talked with him a short time ago at Highgarden, had led his men to a massacre and takeover of one of Westeros' most important cities.

  "What should we do, Prince Renly..." a man in the service of House Baratheon asked.

  "Do we have a choice? My brother wants a force for the North, so let's send at least 3,000 men," he ordered, after all, sending a rger force was suicide with his resources.

  This also seemed to happen in other realms, while Jon Arry a letter to his kingdom seeking a troop of this o go to the Wall to meet with others.

  The Tullys did the same, while Hoster Tully issued this order to his vassals.

  "Father, let me lead them. I will bring my niece bad end that damned bastard!" Edmund Tully excimed.

  "Don't be a fool. Didn't you hear how they killed hundreds of men on our coast, do you really think you face them?" the Bckfish, Bryully, said mog his foolish nephew.

  "But..." Edmund tried tue but was once again interrupted, now by his father.

  "You won't be going north, Edmund, stop this delusion, do you really think we face them on their nd? The king just wants to sacrifice a group of men so he doesn't appear as weak as he was itle wheag fell," he said, referring to the battle between Jon Arctid Robert Baratheon known as the fall of the stag.

  Elsewhere... Littlefinger was meeting with a man from Essos. "I want you to send as many meraries as possible to infiltrate the kingdom; I want all the information possible!" Baelish murmured, his gaze rising above the houses, after all, he feared being attacked again.

  "Alright, with the gold you are paying I hire some merary groups, Lord Baelish, and that scar won't look good on you..." the man spoke mogly.

  Baelish's face bore a rge wound, with Jon's bird attag him while he hid; luckily, he had a dagger and mao kill the bird before dying himself, but it left a signifit mark, branding him forever.

  His hatred for the Starks was already great, whether for Brandon Stark, the one who marked him in his youth, Eddard Stark who married Catelyn Tully, or Jon Arctic, a new level of hatred was reached while he thought of nothing but revenge, filled with a feeling ret, knowing that his discovered as were also reasons for his attempted assassination, while he developed such a trauma that he was stantly looking at the sky, watg for any attack that would e for him.

  In the north, the atmosphere was also not very good. "Ned! My father will send 3,000 men to the north after your criminal bastard! Are you just going to stand there?!" she demanded of her husband in the sor.

  "We will not send any of our men beyond the Wall, Catelyn. It's suicide to think they fight Jon after everything that's happened, especially in his territory!" Ned excimed, he was not at all eager to sacrifice 3,000 Northerners as the king was asking and the other realms were doily that.

  "You will be the only o sending troops, you're trying to protect him, aren't you, even disobeying your king!" she excimed.

  "Don't fet Arya is with Jon, if Jon is in danger, Arya is in daoo!" Ned shouted furiously. "Now leave me alone, I have to pass the king's orders to the Night's Watch." He said in the end as his wife stormed out of his sor furiously.

  Ned watched her sm the door while his gaze fell to the window, sighing over the fusion Jon had thrown the kingdom into, although part of him believed that his nephew would not have done what he did in Oldtown without a good reason. Although the north o the king's order, everyone k was certaih to send people beyond the Wall, they had strange feelings about Jon, ohat the boy had kidnapped Arya Stark, but the stories that came from the south regarding the girl and how she had bee a smart warrior, had captivated everyone except his wife, who was against it regardless of how Arya had ged.

  While Ned pohe realm and Catelyo the sept to pray in an attempt to calm her fury, Sansa was talking with her friends, stunned by the events.

  "Sansa... your bastard brother attacked the king!" one of her friends in Winterfell murmured in horror.

  "So he really became a king..." Jenny Poole murmured at that.

  "Jon is known as the king beyond the Wall, a wild type... he will never be a true king," Sansa said firmly.

  "But he defeated the king..." Jenny tinued.

  "It's because the king is very old now. My father always said how he fought at the battle of the Trident aed Rhaegar Targaryen. Maybe it's time for him to pass the to the prince... and I will be the queen..." she spoke in a dreamy tone while her friends looked on with a bit of envy.

  "The bastard has bee a criminal," Theon said with a malicious tone.

  "Don't talk like that about Jon!!" Bran excimed, advang with his wooden sword on Theon, who, even with a dislocated arm, could still easily handle a much younger boy.

  Brao the ground in the moment, "e on, young Stark... 't I speak of that bastard anymore?" he said mogly.

  "Jon is not a criminal!" Bran excimed angrily.

  "Stop it!" Robb's voice was heard as he approached, while Theon raised an eyebrow at him.

  "What now, you're defending him? You of all people?" Theon asked.

  "I'm not defending him, but I don't like you hitting my brother to relieve your frustrations," Robb said sternly.

  "Tsk. Doesn't seem like a few years ago you made a brother be expelled from Winterfell along with your mother," Theon taunted angrily at Robb.

  Robb trembled a bit, before tinuing. "He is not my brother, and you leave us, I will take over training with Bran," Robb said.

  "Jon is our brother!" Bran excimed as Theo in a bad mood and Robb looked at his brother sternly.

  "He is not, and I don't want you talking about a criminal anymore," Robb said seriously while Bran had to swallow his frustrations before fighting; at least with Robb, it was easier for the boy.

  As Theoo a brothel iown to try to relieve his frustrations, on an isnd, there was a huge castle with a vast hall with the symbol of the Kraken, in the chair there, known as the salt chair and used to be used by the a kings of the ironborns, Balon Greyjoy was listening to reports from the ti.

  "Hahahahahahaha!" He ughed, satisfied. "It seems those whores from the ti are in a pretty bad situation... maybe this is our time to act..." Balon murmured in front of his men, brother, and daughter.

  "Shall we attack them?" Victarion Greyjoy, his brother, asked.

  "It's still early... we haven't recovered from the war... but let's prepare... soon we will un attack that will devastate the entire ti and they will reize us as sns," Balon said.

  "Should we pull Theon from the Starks first?" Asha asked.

  "Theon? That thing was raised by wolves, he's not a Kraken," Balon growled, not g about his son.

  "I foresee a victory over Westeros, the Kraken will pce its tentacles over the great houses..." Aeron, another brother of Balon and a priest of the drowned god, excimed while the majority o him believing in his words.

  "Let's prepare, in a few years, Westeros will feel the Kraken!" Balon excimed.

  "So my father decided to send 3,000 men to the Wall..." Tyrion was drinking wine in front of Kevan's sor in Lannisport while he nodded.

  "That will be iing, how many men will freeze their balls off until they meet this mysterious... Arctic?" He made this question as a joke.

  "I don't know.. but just let's call these men..." Kevan just shrugged and obeyed his brother's order to summon 3,000 men to die.

  "Grandma..." In Highgarden, Wils approached Olenna calmly.

  "Tell me, my grandson." She gave him a small smile.

  "Is this right... being enemies with Arctic is the best path?" He asked cautiously.

  "Hm? Where did that e from..." Olenna looked at her grandson. "You have to look at the situation on a rger scale, don't be as foolish as your father." She started, but Wils was not vinced.

  "But you saw how they destroyed the fleets..." He said, but Olenna interrupted him.

  "What do you think will happen if we do nothing? They unched an atta Oldtown, your mother's home, desecrated the Citadel which has a history of thousands of years without anyone ing close to what Jon Arctic did, if we don't attack them, our own vassals will attack us... they demand an answer, my grandson and we will give them exactly that," Olenna spoke.

  "..." Wils said nothing, just kept thinking about Olenna's words, he agreed with her and had already had that reasoning... but he also did not want to see giants marg towards Highgarden iure, Jon Arctic was dangerous and he did not want to infuriate him to the point of him starting a war with Westeros.

  "You leave me alone now... this old womao get some air..." Olenna murmured while Wils nodded leaving his grandmother aloh her thoughts.

  Olenna the problems while her son was anizing a pany of 5,000 men, a number greater than other kingdoms to show off, which Olenna thought was foolish, after all, they were 5,000 dead men.

  "You certainly know how t trouble, even though I think you didn't act without reason, now we are enemies and I have to think of a way to use your Targaryen bastardy against Arctic... although he has already goo war with Westeros... and speaking to the king would make the North ally with Arctic or even bee a realm, which is horrible and the worst sario possible... so I will have to hide this information for now, son ar..." she murmured in the end.

  "Visenya Targaryen... that is the name Prince Rhaegar chose for his son, while his pregnant wife insists the baby will be a boy and she is torween Daeron, Jaehaerys, on..." Jon's words left his mouth with the wind, as he read the book atop the Grand Weirwood, the sun began to rise that day casting the first rays between the mountains while Arctic began to be illuminated.

  "They often had brief disagreements over this, Rhaegar and Lyanna usually don't stay mad at each other for long, like newlyweds, they seem to love each other. I've been here more than a moon now, watg Lyanna Targaryen's pregnancy, she looks like she will have a healthy baby... so I might return to King's Landing soon, hoping to Rhaegar as King the ime I meet him... the madness of his father is going beyond limits and thanks to his stupidity, a rebellion has begun while many kingdoms are gathering armies, Rhaegar will spend more time with his wife before he goes to King's Landing to start handling the war with his allies..." Jon tinued reading the book, there were more parts... but the story between Rhaegar and Lyanna probably ehere and Jon looked lost in it...

  He closed the book and looked... he reached this part after reading the entire book looking for why it bothered him so much... this roof that Lyanna and Rhaegar were married, not that the Priargaryen kidnapped and raped her as was told... they loved each other and she married him after the high septa of the time, who must have died in the sack of King's Landing, annulled Rhaegar's marriage to Elia.

  Jo dizzy, the trunk where he was sitting disappeared as he tried to uand what was happening there... A baby that would be born from Lyanna Stark... Ohat she insisted was a boy, his e with the Targaryens... like Aemon, Brynden, and even Nyra Sand... his sister...

  Jon quickly ected the dots and although he had suspis before, he somewhat avoided this path, after all, he didn't want to uand that his life was another lie before he became...

  A warm and cold feeling came from his past, he was lost and angry, angry at everything at that moment, while he crushed the book in his hands... His father... no, his uncle... had lied to him his entire life and made him live a crappy life until his 8 namedays... just thinking about it, Jon was enraged, he wasn't a bastard as he thought... he was a Targaryen...

  Jon was sed that his eyes shoh intense light, and Eragon sitting nearby quickly sensed his father's urained fury, he raised his head r loudly.

  ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR

  All of Arctic heard his roar that m as everyoarting their day oreets of Arctic immediately looked toward the great tree, where Jon and Eragon were.

  "Why is he enraged?!" Arya shouted from the royal castle not uanding while Seryna and Ygritte looked out the window immediately with .

  However, it was not limited to just Eragon, as several roars started throughout the kingdom, beginning with Ghost who went out to the castle courtyard, raising his head and howling loudly, drawing everyone's attention there, his partner did the same, while she was still lying in bed about to give birth, another howl came from 3 other wolves that Jht to the castle, even Arya's two wolves also howled, and the whole city was like that.

  The people of Arctic didn't uand what was happening as howls from wolves and growls from other animals began to be heard throughout Arctid even beyond, while in the forests the animals were all agitated with many running out growling.

  This began to instill fear among the citizens, even though no one was being attacked, it wasn't normal behavior and even the Wargs' animals were affected, uo tain their beasts.

  Jon was still enraged and didn't even uand what was happening around him, thinking only of going to Winterfell at this moment to front his uncle. He didn't notice when Eragon seemed to shi that moment, as a cold wind began to swirl around Jon and his dragon.

  It started with a cold wind, turning the very air into snow particles, and this tinued exploding as people saw a frosty explosion burst from that pce by the Grand Weirwood. This formed a snowstorm as a White Walker would create while it circled Jon and Eragon showing their teeth while growling and still shining.

  "What is happening there?!"

  "Where did this e from?!"

  "What is happening with the Grand Weirwood?!"

  "Someone call the children of the forest?!"

  These excmations began throughout Arctic as the animals tinued growling, with even people who had not left their homes going to see, their eyes shining with fear as the snow circuted that part of the great tree, while it began to fall over the city with fkes.

  Jon was in the middle of that storm, but he didn't seem to care or even know what was happening there, as his gaze tinued on the book in front of him... even covered in snow, he tinued ed by anger.

  "Who are you?" An a and powerful voice, one he hadn't heard for years, resonated in his mind, as if it had e from the tree he was on.

  "Who am I...?" Jon murmured hearing this.

  "Are you a Snow, a Stark, a Targaryen... or...?" The voice tinued as Jon finally began to reason again.

  "I am..." He didn't take long to find an answer, after all, if he had aential crisis, all he had to do was look forward to find his answer. However, his vision was obscured by the snowstorm, as he finally realized what was happening... while Eragon tio emit a glow behind him geing the snowstorm. "I am Jon Arctic." Jon said firmly as the wind with snow tinued blowing his hair and clothes while snow accumuted around him.

  The storm finally began to calm down at this moment after his words, while Eragouro normal at this moment and Arctially was seen, as everyone could see the snow particles beginning to disappear too, with the animals also stopping making sounds throughout the region, while looking cautiously and fused about what happened.

  "Jon Arctic... this is me now..." Jon murmured looking at the city he built, although he was surprised by what just happened and angry about what he discovered.

  He stood up at that moment and Eragon uanding what his father wanted, lowered his neck while Jon mounted him, he then jumped from the Grand Weirwood.

  ROOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRR Eragon gave a roar before opening his wings right after passing close to the city while many were frightened by the strange behavior of the dragon with Jon on top.

  "Jon...?" Seryna murmured from the castle looking at Jon beginning to take attitude.

  "Where is he going... what was all this?!" Ygritte excimed stunned.

  Seryna just looked worried uo answer Ygritte's questions, while watg Jon heading in a dire out of Arctic.

  Eragon's wings tio beat as he gained a bit more altitude... Jon knew very well who he was at this moment, but that didn't stop him from feeling anger, anger for everything they lied about and he was heading south with Eragon, toward the Wall and beyond.

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