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

Chapter 47 - The Most Arrogant Folk! 02.

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Third Person POV

Somewhere beyond the Wall, 292 AC, A little later.

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On an ordinary day at the Wall, while on guard atop the wall, he couldn't help but mutter, "Another day freezing my balls off in this place..." He murmured, but his voice was muffled by the icy wind of the wall at 700 feet high.

The ranger also reflected on his past, lamenting the decision that had led him to that cold and desolate place. It had been five years since he traded his freedom for trying to steal two measly silver coins, and each day was a reminder of the weight of his choice. Life on the Wall was an endless series of cold and dangerous days, hunting wildlings and facing the constant threat of death, while longing for simple pleasures, like the warmth of a human touch, tormented him incessantly.

As he sighed and looked beyond the North, where the wild lands lay. He was in his thoughts when he felt a sudden tremor that caught his attention. Even from the height of 700 feet of the Wall, he could see ice shards rising millimeters off the ground. The ground trembled continuously, but almost imperceptibly, and unrest took hold of him and his companions noticing the strange phenomenon. That's when he saw them:

Looking attentively beyond the North, an unprecedented spectacle unfolded before his eyes.

From the dense forest, colossal figures emerged, defying understanding and logic. They were men of gigantic stature, each measuring about four meters in height, dressed in armor that shone even under the gray sky of the North. They marched in an ordered formation, their firm and synchronized footsteps causing the slight tremors the ranger had felt.

He, taken by a mixture of admiration and fear, shouted to his companions, pointing to the extraordinary scene. "By the Seven, where did these giants come from?" His voice carried both the fear of the unknown and the surprise before the unimaginable.

More figures continued to come out of the forest, lining up in meticulous military formation. Each group, composed of 500 giant men, then a common group of people who began to wonder if they were still looking at the north side of the wall or if they were really wildlings with their armor and discipline, another group of 500 short men, but more heavily armed, was a spectacle of discipline and order. A sixth group, accompanied by giant wolves, completed the army. The highlight among them was a wolf of epic proportions, so large that even from the top of the Wall it stood out, with a figure mounted on its back.

The ranger, quickly, he blew the trumpet, a warning signal, and soon, the sound multiplied, echoing along the Wall. As more and more figures emerged from the forest, lining up in disciplined groups in front of the wall. There were 6 groups lined up, 500 giants, 500 men, 500 men, 500 short men and 200 animals.

Castle Black was already in turmoil with the trumpet from the top of the wall, with men running, weapons being prepared, and orders being shouted. The sudden appearance of this mysterious and formidable army transformed what was an ordinary day at the Wall into a moment of tension and anticipation.

"Weapons! Defensive positions now!" roared Mormont, his imposing voice cutting through the icy air of the Wall. The Night's Watch brothers, trained to react with discipline and readiness, quickened their pace, collecting weapons, shields, and preparing the bows.

Commander Mormont went to the battlements of the Wall, looking attentively at the advancing army. His eyes scrutinized every detail, trying to discern the intentions and nature of this mysterious group. "Archers, get ready! Do not fire until ordered!", he commanded with authority. The archers lined up along the wall, their eyes fixed on the army below, fingers tense on the bowstrings.