Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 8 - Adventures in the North 05.

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Jon Snow POV
Icehill Farm, 289 AC, at the same moment.
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He could feel his soul almost leaving his body; it was terrifying for the boy.
'I really came close to death in this moment,' he exclaimed internally as he struggled to regain some breath.

Jon knew it was reckless, but he had no choices; he was late, his wolves wouldn't arrive in time before everyone was dead. He knew he had committed the greatest madness of his life, not just connecting with the minds of 12 horses heading towards the farm; he forced them to throw themselves to the ground to stop the charge attack. Even feeling his death near, he didn't give up, and while his pains and blood were evident, he forced them down, killing 2 of them in the process.

He couldn't help but think that, for the first time in life, Jon had blood on his hands. Even though he killed indirectly, he was the cause of death. He had a bad taste in his mouth at this moment; with only 8 namedays, he killed for the first time, even if he wasn't thrusting the tip of a weapon into another person's flesh; he was the cause of death for those two men. But for him, it was either the bandits who lived or the family that took him in a few days ago.

Jon wouldn't regret it; he would do anything to protect these people. As he looked at the twelve horses fleeing in all directions and the bandits struggling to get up or breathe, while he struggled internally, his thought was interrupted by his horse screaming in joy beside him, which now seemed a more intelligent creature after the connection with the boy.

This caught the attention of everyone here, and soon, a silence settled over the air of the farm. Jon wondered why the silence, repeating and taking his eyes off the horse, he turned to the battlefield.

The boy noticed that all the people were looking at him at this moment, be they friends or foes; all had complex looks. The bandits who noticed before the farmers perplexed with his situation knew that those poor men were not responsible for his terrible condition. But at this moment, they lit up with something else, had some idea, even without being able to explain how from what happened for their horses to go straight to the ground near the start of the attack, was related to that vision of the child with a lack of air and blood running down on a hill in the distance.

In everyone's view, that child in his vision, who seemed to be dying on that small hill, made everyone have the same thought. As skeptical as the situation seemed, they knew that the boy was behind the fall of the horses. The farmers who had already seen the miracles of that boy had fewer doubts to believe otherwise, but still, it was a skill they never imagined from that boy.

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Sandu Rivers POV
Farm Icehill, 289 AC, at the same moment.
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Sandu was still immobile with his situation, so when he heard the sound of a horse neighing, standing out in all that chaos, the sound seemed as if it were celebrating and laughing at his misfortune. Following the sound of the horse, he saw in the distance, a little over 100 meters, a thin and ugly horse that he was sure belonged to this farm and a boy not older than 10, yet the child seemed like he was dying. The boy was short of breath, and he saw that there was constant bleeding from his nose. He noticed, despite being a little distant from him, that anyone looking at this child would say that it was a lost cause, but he somehow knew that the boy caused that disaster with him; this boy had to be some kind of sorcerer for that, and he wanted to get revenge on this being.

He thought about the revenge he would take on the boy later; he couldn't let the boy die just yet. He wanted to make the boy pay for such humiliation, torturing that child later.