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

Chapter 44 - The Beginning of a Nation! 04.

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Jon Snow POV

Somewhere beyond the Wall, 290 AC, After 2 years.

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In the stillness of dawn, beneath the tangle of ancient roots of the great weirwood, Jon Snow awoke. Despite the mere four hours of sleep, he felt surprisingly rejuvenated. The presence of the weirwood was like a balm, energizing him and restoring his strength with an efficiency that defied common understanding. He rose with innate tranquility and walked through a familiar path among the roots to a nook specially prepared for him.

There, in a chamber carved into the heart of the tree, a bathtub awaited him. Unlike conventional ones, this was filled with hot, bubbling lava, a sight that would terrify anyone, but for Jon, it was an invitation to unusual relaxation. Without hesitation, he undressed and plunged into the incandescent liquid, dispersing waves of lava around. The roots surrounding the bathtub had been magically treated to resist the extreme heat, ensuring a safe and serene environment.

As he relaxed, letting the heat envelop his body up to the neck, Jon felt a sudden interruption in his tranquility. A ball of lava hit his face, causing him to open his eyes. Before him, emerging from the lava, was a small creature of curious and enchanting appearance. It was a reptile as white as snow, with majestic wings that seemed immune to the scorching heat. Its eyes were like two small shining sapphire jewels, fixed on Jon with an almost human intensity.

This creature was no ordinary dragon; it was Eragon, Jon's dragon son, hatched from a special egg given to him by Aemon. Eragon was a unique being, endowed with magical characteristics reflecting the deep connection between him and Jon.

Jon smiled at the little dragon, a smile that spoke of paternal love and an unbreakable bond. "So, you decided to join me for this morning's bath?" Jon murmured, extending a hand to gently caress Eragon's head. The little dragon responded with a soft noise, almost as if it was laughing at the surprise it had caused.

"And here I was wondering where you had gotten to," Jon murmured with his same smile. This little guy had appeared two moons ago when Jon, in an act of deep connection and magic, managed to hatch the precious egg. And since then, this mischievous, intelligent, and curious little being had become a constant shadow at his side, following him wherever he went. The dragon indeed considered Jon its very own father.

Unlike the Targaryen dragons known in stories and legends, this one had four robust legs, and the unique ability to spit both ice and fire, a duality that reflected Jon's own nature. The process of hatching the dragon did not involve a dark blood sacrifice that Jon saw in some ancient Valyrian visions; instead, Jon had channeled a large amount of his own life force, almost as if he was transferring a part of his soul to the creature. As a result, the dragon displayed vibrant green stripes on its snowy white scaly body, living symbols of the connection with nature and the magic that Jon mastered.

For Jon, this dragon was more than just a magical creature; it was his own son, an extension of himself, to whom he had given life and love. And, in return, the dragon saw him not just as a master but as a true father, a bond forged by the sharing of essences. Inspired by this unique connection, Jon had done something similar with Ghost, his loyal terrestrial mount. Through similar magical practices, he strengthened the wolf, which now shared a new and powerful energy, becoming an even more formidable and loyal creature, but he could only do this with a few animals. He can share his warg connection through thousands of creatures, but giving life force was something very different. In this world where the natural and supernatural intertwine, Jon and his creatures represented a new era to emerge.