Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 34 - Journey Beyond the Wall 1!

[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]

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JON POV

A few meters beyond the Wall, 290 AC, the same moment.

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Soon after crossing the Wall, Jon dedicated himself to mapping the area with Caraxes and the others flying above the Wall. He had command over more than 100 birds, and Caraxes, his feathered friend, even startled the men on guard at the top of the Wall as he flew by, his size far surpassing conventional birds. Jon knew that Jeor Mormont would complain to him the next time they met, for leaving his men terrified, but Jon had the impression it would be a long time before he saw the Lord Commander again.

Now familiar with the area, Jon headed directly to the Heart Tree a few kilometers ahead, for it was there that the gods would give him the next task and path to follow. The giants seemed happy to be in their homeland as they advanced towards the tree.

A few days later, having encountered only a few animals along the way, they finally arrived at the site. Jon, without wasting time, approached the Heart Tree and felt his magic strengthen there. He thought that next time he settled somewhere, regardless of the weather, he would need to have a sacred Heart Tree as well. Unfortunately, he did not know how to create one, but perhaps he would find out in the future.

Upon touching the tree, it emitted a glow, and all who witnessed could only admire the connection between the Old Gods and Jon at that moment. For Jon, in connection with the tree, it was as if his mind was being sucked in again. He received many images, even without uttering a word. He understood what the images meant: the gods were clear, he should not only fight against the darkness of that part of the Wall but also develop the people forgotten by the realms of men on the other side.

Jon removed his hand from the tree and immediately fainted, overwhelmed by the crushing pressure he felt. When he awoke, he was in a tent, surrounded by flasks of medicine that he himself had created and brought with him. Ducken was watching him attentively as he showed the first signs of awakening. Jon sat up calmly and sighed, regaining consciousness and realizing the magnitude of the journey that awaited him.

"How long have I been out?" Jon asked Ducken.

"Two days, Jon, are you okay? It scared us," Ducken replied. Jon looked at him, his eyes reflecting a complexity of emotions.

"Ducken, I won't lie to you, everything I saw at that tree... it means I'm going to have to wage a war here," Jon said seriously.

"Against the wildlings, boy?" Ducken inquired.

"No, Ducken. Much worse things. White Walkers, Ducken. The stories are real, and they're killing everything in the North to add to their armies of the dead." Ducken grimaced at hearing this. But he believed Jon after witnessing so many unbelievable things. Jon continued, without giving Ducken a chance to respond.

"Ducken, we are going to face great risk. I won't lie if I say we have a great chance of dying on this side of the Wall. I'll understand if you and William want to leave. You're free, but I'm going to continue here with the task assigned to me," Jon said firmly. Ducken looked at him and sighed deeply.

"Jon, if what you say is true, tell me, what can a wall do to hold them back after they kill everyone beyond the North? Wouldn't it be the end of the world if the stories from 8,000 years ago are real? I don't think the Wall could hold back that army of the dead, am I wrong? Do you think I would let a boy put his life at risk to protect the South and turn my back like a coward?" Jon saw the determination in Ducken's words.