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Jon Snow POV.
North Kingdom, Unknown Lands, Glovers' Lands, 289 A.C., at this very moment.
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While Lord Stark was lost in his thoughts about the events of the past weeks, Jon was leading his group through the lands of the Glovers after leaving FrostRoar. They veered off the road as they entered the open fields to try to deceive any potential pursuers. Fortunately for them, it was already night, making it difficult for anyone on their trail to pursue them, opting to do so only the next morning, as Jon could easily control his animals and lead them.
"We're getting close to WolfWoods," Jon said to William and Ducken after seeing through a owl he released. Caraxes wasn't very good with night vision, so Jon opted for another bird that easily bonded.
"The horses are already tired. As much as they obey you, they still have a limit," Ducken said in the darkness.
"I know, let's camp in this place," Jon finally gave the order.
The field was open, but no threat would approach without being detected with their owls monitoring after releasing four more cages in all directions.
"You have a very useful skill," William commented with a hint of envy.
"Anyway, let's prepare a fire, the wood in the wagons," Jon said, and Ducken went to get the firewood.
"Leave it stacked, and I'll make the fire." The boy said as he grabbed the tents.
After setting them up, Jon went to the pile of firewood, and in his hand, a flame appeared.
"By the gods!" William said, watching this with a stunned Ducken by his side.
"It's useful, but aside from lighting a fire, it's almost useless. It would hardly kill anyone in a battle with a small flame..." Jon mocked with that thought.
He knew that besides his magic related to the old gods, like creating trees, warging, and genetics with a slight degree of healing, his other magical fields couldn't grow, so he is limited to lighting a fire with fire magic, just as with wind magic, which is limited to keeping his arrows unaffected by the wind. It's useful in some cases, but nothing extraordinary.
Shrugging, Jon lit the fire, and they gathered around it to warm themselves.
"It seems there's a group following us..." Jon commented suddenly as they ate.
"How many and what position?" Ducken asked quickly while scratching the hilt of his sword.
"One of the owls flew southeast, finding a group of 30 men. They're wearing mismatched clothes, but they are clearly Frotniid House men in disguise.
"30 men? Isn't that dangerous?" William asked a little frightened.
"It is, but they can't reach us tonight. We'll be safe when we approach Wolfwoods." Jon was calm as he spoke. It's not the first time he's felt danger, so he's starting to get used to this kind of situation, especially since he knows that the group chasing them can't catch up with them during the night, not when they left the road many hours ago.
His thinking was right, as some time later the group passed the point where he left the road without realizing it. When they realize they lost the trail, they'll have to wait until dawn to pursue them again.
"Then let's sleep, a bit." Ducken said, and everyone went to rest in their tents.
When the sun began to rise, everyone was heading west. When they reached the edge of Wolfwoods, Jon knew there was a problem with the wagons. They would never make it through the dense forest.
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Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT
Fanfiction"This is the first time I've ever written, decided to translate this fanfic and finish it." Jon Snow, a boy destined for a life of contempt by almost everyone around him, but a divine intervention can change everything. The boy who will pave the way...
