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

Chapter 39 - Journey Beyond the Wall 6!

[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]

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Jon Snow POV

Somewhere beyond the Wall, 290 AC, at the some moment.

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The battlefield stretched out before Jon, a vision of desolation and triumph intertwined in a macabre tapestry. Where the clamor of war had once prevailed, now a sepulchral silence reigned, broken only by the occasional crackle of fire. The flames, still alive in isolated spots, consumed what remained of tents and enemy equipment, casting a ghostly light that twisted over the vastness of fallen bodies. Thousands of enemies lay motionless, their last expressions etched in an eternal testimony of the brutal conflict.

Jon paused to absorb the scene, his somber gaze sweeping the horizon marked by carnage. The acrid smell of ash and coagulated blood permeated the air, a suffocating mix that turned one's stomach.

Around him, his warriors, the brave fighters of the Articana tribe, moved through the battlefield. They collected the dead with silent respect while tending to the few wounded. As men and giants gathered the dead to burn, since no one wanted an army of the undead rising from there.

The enemies who had survived, few and disoriented, were a pitiful sight. Some moaned in agony, while others, in shock, wandered aimlessly among the bodies of their fallen comrades. Gradually, they were gathered to decide their fate. The Articana tribe had lost about 100 men, a deeply felt loss, but when compared to the thousands of enemies killed, the scale of victory was undeniable.

Jon felt a weight in his chest as he contemplated the cost of this victory. Each enemy body was a reminder of the brutality of war, but his tribe had faced a formidable foe and emerged victorious, a testament to their strength and courage.

As night fell, since he had to remain there to clear the battlefield, the flames of the bonfires became the only points of light in a world darkened by death. Jon knew that this battle would be remembered for many moons, a tale of bravery and sacrifice that would be passed from generation to generation among the free people, as it was a unique fight for everyone there.

After making hundreds of bonfires in pits dug by the giants, everything had ended, and at that moment, a celebration erupted with wild and untamable force. The Articana tribe, buoyed by the ecstasy of victory, transformed the silence of a former battlefield into a place of frenetic jubilation. They danced around the bonfires, their faces illuminated by the flames, while they shouted "King Snow!" with fervent adoration. The echoes of these cries filled the air, repeating for five long minutes, a relentless wave of acclaim and pride.

As the tribe celebrated, Jon, now known as King Snow, was immersed in thought. He selected 20 corpses, locking them in cages with chains made by William. He had never personally seen what the people of this part of the wall feared so much, so he wanted to study the unknown. If these creatures from the north really existed, he needed to know his enemies, their weaknesses, and strengths. He would initiate a series of tests as soon as they rose.

With the task completed and the bodies burning to ashes, Jon retired to the solitude of his tent intending to rest, with a few guards outside his tent. The side effects of the potions that had sustained him during the battle began to manifest, a horrible pain, but a price he was willing to pay.

In his bed in the tent and alone, he took the mysterious egg that Aemon had given him, feeling the warmth and something special between him and the egg, he lay down embracing it with his exhausted body yearning for rest.