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Thrid Person POV
Westeros, 296 AC.
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Many miles above Artica, passing through various pins, fields, and frozen kes, proceeding through enormous fogs and mountains, situated in an area much colder than the south, with forests petrified by the low temperature, a huge encampment was trated there at this moment.
The camp was crowded with tents everywhere, while men weariher clothes patrolled the entire region; there were two races, the giants who lived bringing logs to the camp and the Free Folk, with more than 400 giants and 110,000 people of the Free Folk gathered there, among the men, there were 20s.
This camp has been in this northern region for almost a decade, gathering everything they could save from the cold shadows, the darkness, or death gods as many used to say.
However, the enemy is beginning to move; i moons, the camp started receiving attacks while their scouts began to disappear, never a direct attack, just pig off one here and there, as if they were waiting for something bigger to e.
Seeing the camp starting to be attacked from all sides, the people there began to worry as those monsters were being increasingly aggressive.
The pressure on the leader began to build, Mahe decred King Beyond the Wall, started to move the camp, seeing that in the north only death remained, and it was time for them to head south in search of a way to cross the Wall.
In the mai of the camp where Mance usually held his meetings with the camp's top leaders of the Free Folk, he was making the st one before they really left the north.
"As you know..." Mance began. "We lost all tact against all the st northern tribes we tried to recruit, but even our scouts are not returning, whids up showing us that they are dead..." He ented while the group looked grim.
"These fools chose not to e to this camp when they were called, now let them die; let's go south and domihe Wall of the crows." The leader of the Thenns, Styr, the Magnar of Thenn, spoke in a serious tone.
"I've heard some quite strahings about the south... I think you should know, Mance..." A woman with a huge scar on her face spoke.
"It's been 16 years since I've been to the south... Morna White Mask. I've heard things, too, but just very strange rumors to believe..." Manented.
"Mance, if you need information from the south, I have a person from my tribe who fled from the south and art of the Lunar tribe many years ago..." One of the other leaders informed him.
"Isn't that one of the biggest tribes in the southeast...? I heard it was destroyed many years ago, but I didn't believe it..." He said curiously, he hadn't heard of them for almost a decade, when he had been in that region, just some people with rumors, but nobody from the tribe.
"It was, Mance, when he showed up at my camp, he said the tribe was decimated 7 years ago." Said the leader.
"Did the darkness elimihem?" He asked sadly.
"No Ma's hard to expin... but it's better if you hear it directly from him." The Leader said in a calm tone a out to call this man; it didn't take long for this leader to ehe tent while greeting everyoh some fear.
"So you're from that tribe... I thought you guys had at least 2,000 men to fight with you..." Mance said, waiting for the man to tihis mystery.
"Yes, I beloo the tribe, and we were at our peak, however, more than 7 years ago in the south... a new group began to patrol the southern regiohe coast, recruiting tribes, they called themselves the Arti tribe, our wargs started to watch them and we saw the rge tribe with a group of giants, a number rger than in this camp, the tribe was made of giants, men, and even many animals, we spotted many giant wolves, at least about 50 of them roaming the nomadic tribe... They were a group of 4,000, we were ied ihey had food and ons we had never seen before, there were giants and animals covered in straal that shone in a green hue, but we were much smaller than them..." He spoke, pausing while everyone looked curious about what they had just heard, it seemed that the south was quite bustling while they were in the north.
Still p what they had just heard, w whether to believe those words or not, the former member of the Lunar tribe tinued. "So we recruited other tribes and agreed to openly attack them to divide their spoils, but it was gest mistake in the end..." He looked somber. "We had 3,000 warriors, but we didn't stand a ce..."
"What do you mean?" The man with a huge scar on his face, Styr asked curiously as many around the tent thought simirly.
The man took a deep breath before tinuing. "Wheacked, we faced 400 giants from the enemies, even knowing it would be difficult, we were fident, but of the 400, 200 were archers and had a range greater than any archer in our tribe, they could unch arrows like 6 archers throwing arrows for oo catd throw to the ..." He spoke, after all the Free Folk had no notion of distance, but their arrows could reach up to 50 meters on average, which was much less than a on giant with a bow ung arrows at 300 meters at that time Jon faced this group before finding Weirwood, which would ter be the pce where Artica was born.
He finished his words with a sad demeanor and full of traumas from that day. Still remembering how his people were massacred when he was one of the ones who most wao attack that straribe.
"They killed 400-500 bodies with each volley of giant arrows, Mance. I saw my panions falling, oer another as we tried to reach them, whehought of fleeing, seeing that it was a lost fight, they threw something behind us, because everything exploded in green fire, I've never seen anything like it in my life, it seemed like witchcraft. We couldn't run to the opposite side and when we went to the right a sides, being the only way out, but we were attacked by people of the Free Folk along with animals and giants, all surrounding us while we were massacred mercilessly... 3,000 men were reduced to nothing in a sitle... it was shameful and terrifying, I was one of the few who survived with some luck while esg that chaos..." He finished.
"That sounds like nonsense!" She leader of the Thenns finally realizing how this story seemed like a fantasy.
"That... is hard to believe... that's why I didn't report this years ago when I found him wandering the forest traumatized..." Morna White Mask said.
"Mance, you don't believe this, do you?" Another spoke.
"... I 't say I don't believe it until I see it with my own eyes..." Mance looked curiously at the man, he seemed not to lie, but the way he was scared just by talking about it, could tell he might have gone mad.
"Were there giant animals besides the giant wolves?" Sixskins, who is sidered the greatest warg in the north at this camp, asked curiously.
"There were bears, shadow-cats, and all those terrible wolves, many were armored along with some giants, we heard there's just one person trolling all of them, they called him the Warg King by rumors!" He spoke.
"Warg King? Look at that Sixskins, seems like you're not so impressive after all... there's someone more powerful than you in the south..." One of the leaders teased the man.
"That must be nonsense, what kind of person trols 60 terrible wolves."
"That shouldn't be possible," another person said in support of Sixskins. "A warg usually has 1 animal for life and I only got my sed when I was 23!" He said as a warg too, hardly believing these words.
"There was a child..." The man from the lunar tribe began speaking again, capturing everyone's attention... "He rode a giant wolf as if he a, but he might be a child, that thing was a demon! He dismounted from his wolf and began to cut down my panions oer the other. A child doesn't move that way, I saw him kill 10 men and I started to flee, I never want to return to the southeast! I'm afraid of entering that demon, they made no prisoners, he just killed us like a pgue until the st!" The man finished his story with a lifeless expression.
"By the Gods. If this spreads, it will cause chaos in the camp when we go south," said another leader.
"That clearly 't be true! Look at the man, he's mad! It could have been the darkhat did this ahinks he saw something else!" said a 19-year-old blonde-haired girl behind Mance.
"Let's not worry about that now... let's just prepare to head south... I want to see if we find this Arti tribe and I want any updated information from the south... we left that pce without paying attention to what was happening there, now it seems like a mess," he said.
"Mance... I have some members of my tribe who were recruited... they talked about a group of normal men, small men, and giant men wearial clothes marg in the south recruiting tribes..." one of the leaders said.
"Then I want to see them, I need more information from that pce... but anyway... let's move the camp south... I o know how the situation in the Seven Kingdoms is so we decide how to act, I have a spy in the Night's Watch who give us good information," Mance said as everyone nodded.
The camp began to be dismahe moment as they moved south. Meanwhile, Maarted to hear more about this strange group in the south and seemed quite hopeful about recruiting them to attack the Wall, seeing it as a potential great ally with the resources he heard about, perhaps they would even have to take them by force, but he believed he would ha well when he has more than 100,000 people to fight by his side.
Meanwhile, a moon had passed in Artica sihe royal birth, while the kingdom entered a week-loival after the children were born. Jon had to participate in some bas held in the arenas, carrying his children. What relieved him was how the children seemed not to care about all the noise even though there were hundreds of thousands of people paying attention to them, or even when Jon had to take them to see Eragon while the small dragons followed him along with the wolf pups, which basically followed them and stayed close when not with their mother nursing them.
And as Ghost stayed with Jon all the time, his panion was also there while Jon was near his children. It was a strange feeling being a father... he shared his blood with those two little beings a happy and fulfilled by this, he wahem well and wouldn't think twice about giving his life to protect them.
Little Jon, as everyone called him being the firstborn and having his greerait, was the quietest of his children. He was calm, yet curious as his eyes looked from one side to another, seeming to want to learn about the world around him.
Lyanna was the opposite when it came to behavior, as the girl was entirely imperative; she ughed more easily than her brother and cried much more, while she liked to move, trying to crawl and even trying to climb on Jon's and her mothers' clothes. Both wives, Seryna and Ygritte, came to the clusion that they would sider both children theirs to avoid any jealousy from either, while trying to treat everyone equally, and Jon appreciated that.
After a week of festivities, Jon isoted himself saying that he wao be part of his children's first month, so he left all the city's work with his ministers and he could only be called in case of an emergend stayed that way while Artica tio develop as expected. His only outside his family was his experiments in developing potions with dosages frowth and immunity strengthening for children and the magic stones created by his tree in the king's greenhouse.
After all these weeks, he finally decided to have a serious versation about something he had waited a moon to address, with his former sister. He was calmly walking through the castle, following the corridor, while his guards apanied him, but it was not just his guards, but 12 dragons walking behind Jon in line, making sounds all around, yet still following Jon closely.
At the end of the corridor, there was a door with many guards at the entrance, "You wait here. I'll go in alone," he told his men, as they lined up with their panions already at the entrance.
The doors were opened for him as he ehe room, in a unique enviro within that castle, and there, unsurprisingly, were his wives with their children, Arya, and Ghost with his panion.
This ce he had built to be a kind of special garden in the middle of the castle, with a small stream running along the roots of the Grand Weirwood, passih the castle and overflowing water above. The garden had been desigo make the enviro more natural, with a huge gss window allowing the sun to illumihe pce.
Jon approached them with his dragons, while watg Arya pying with his daughter, having fun as always. After all, the two were very much alike.
"Jon..." Seryna smiled as her eyes went to the dragons following him, while the little wolves ended up staying with their children all the time. "These little creatures are following you everywhere now, aren't they?" She ughed at the ent.
Jon just smiled, watg the small creatures approach as they began to disperse, ing closer to where the children were emitting childish sounds as if they also waheir attention. Jon didn't know who they liked more, but it didn't matter. He avoided stepping on some of the dragons surrounding the group and approached, giving a small kiss on the forehead of each wife, Arya, and his children, before petting Ghost at the side.
"Could you give us some privacy?" Jon looked at his wives, who quickly uood. After all, they themselves had urged him to talk to Arya about fatherhood. Jon had put it off due to the birth of his children, but k was time to tell.
"Stay Arya, and e Ghost, with your panion, e keep us pany. Let's take a walk," Ygritte said.
Arya was fused as Seryna and Ygritte led the two giant wolves out the door, leaving just her, Jon, the dragons, little wolves, and their children while Jon had taken little Jon from Seryna.
His son watched him with curiosity, raising his little hands and squeezing his cheeks, ughing. Jon opened a loving smile finding it amusing, looking into those eyes so different and magical at the same time.
Lyanna saw this too and began to cry, pointing her little hand at Jon. Arya saw this, now being ignored by the fussy Lyanna, and immediately pined. "Jon, how do you do that?! You're the only one she wants to get away from me for!"
"She just wants her father's p..." Jon ented, approag as he took little Jon from his p while pig up Lyanna befiving the boy to Arya to hold.
Despite the girl Stark's dissatisfa, she found herself being stared at by the curious Jon, who looked at her with as much curiosity as anyone else. "Look who it is? It's auntie!" Arya finally smiled at that.
Meanwhile, Jo Lyanna lively in his arms while ughing the whole time as he made gentle rog movements, walking calmly from one side to the other while the dragons just watched, turning their necks like a buneerkats.
"She's going to be so beautiful with that white hair..." Arya looked at Jon, uo refrain from enting.
Jon sighed and realized that he should tell her, after all, Arya kept asking why the girl had this hair color while the boy shared a purple eye, but Ygritte always dodged it saying Jon would expin it iure.
"Arya, do you know why both were born with purple eyes? And why Lyanna has this color in her hair?" Jon asked, as Arya looked at him toug the dragons at their feet, although they didn't much like her touch, they also didn't move away sihe childrehere.
"I don't know," Arya responded. "Ygritte always avoided talking about it. Said I should ask you. Why does your daughter have white hair and purple eyes?" She asked.
"It's because I am a Targaryen," Jon simply said. Arya was distracted, but quickly raised her gaze, surprised as if she were looking at a Jon who had been born with a sed head.
"What did you say?" She asked, incredulous.
Jon sighed and came closer. "Listen, when I found out about this, I was equally shocked. That was on the same day they were born. It seemed like the gods were warning me about my true in, and to uand how this would affect our children, so when I left Artica, I went to the statue of my mother in Winterfell."
"But... then your mother..." Arya murmured, still shocked. "Wait, you've been to Winterfell?! Statue of your mother?!" She excimed, startling little Jon a bit and the dragons screamed in disapproval.
"Calm down..." Jon approached as he touched little Jon's head in front of Arya, "It's not the way you're thinking. Your father isn't my father. I am the son of Lyanna. My father is Rhaegar Targaryen," Jon spoke to her for the first time.
Arya looked at him even more shocked, trying to process the words that had e out of his mouth. "Is that true...? So, you're my cousin...?" She said in an unscious tone.
"I know it's hard to uand. My life has always been a lie. I believed your father was my father, but he lied so much, that in a moment of anger, I almost crushed his fa the same day I learhe truth. When I went to my mother's tomb," Jon tinued.
"You went to Winterfell that day... you really almost hit our father... I mean my father...?" She was trying to absorb all this information without being able to think properly.
"Arya, you might be angry about what I've just told you. Yes, I am the son ar, the one who died at the Trident itle against King Robert. I went to Lyanna's tomb because I wao see the statue of my mother. I wao see my mother, buried in those crypts all this time without me knowing the truth... When I left Winterfell at 8 namedays, I decided I wouldn't speak of her with my father again since she was dead... but holy, she was always someone I wao know who she was. When I found out, I went straight there, but unfortunately, your father appeared. It was the moment I was looking at the statue."
Jon paused, taking a deep breath. "I was sed that I lifted him up and puhe wall o his face. I didn't want to do anything stupid, so I left before something worse could happen. I was angry, Arya," Jon finished, feeling relieved to finally have told the truth.
Jon didn't even have time to react as Arya threw herself on him, careful not to hurt little Jon, leaving the king of Artica slightly surprised. "I'm sorry for this, Jon," she said, surprising him, as tears came out of her eyes. "I'm sorry for all this. You should never have had to gh what you did in Winterfell. I'm sorry for what my father did... Robb and Theohe real culprits of that damheft, I always knew, but I could never do anything... But I swear... when I go to Winterfell, I will bring that castle to its knees until I prove your innoce." She excimed with a sob, still holding him close and holding little Jon, who looked curious, as did Lyanna, watg the two embraced.
The dragons seemed equally curious on the ground, raising their heads and curving their necks, trying to uand what was happening.
"It's alright, Arya. I have aire kingdom to take care of to worry about something so insignifit... And I will always love you, no matter what we are," Jon spoke, accepting her embrad letting Arya's tears fall on his shoulder.
"But you know, Jon..." Arya spoke again, wiping some of her tears with her free hand. "You might not like my words, but I'm gd things happehe way they did. Now we're here, in this pce." She tinued, wiping away the tears while a smile and a blush appeared on her face.
Jon also smiled at the girl. "Yes, Arya, you're right. We 't have everything we wanted, but fate and the gods were still generous. I have a family now here and wouldn't ge anything up to this moment. I have you, Seryna, Ygritte, and our children, and my other panions by my side," Jon said, happy to share this moment with Arya, as both shared these warm and sincere words, happy that fate had brought them to this point, w what else it would bring.
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