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

Chapter 60 - Return to Arctic 03.

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Third Person POV

The Wall, 292 AC, At the some moment.

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Dawn brought with it the promise of a new day as Jon Snow, Arya Stark, and the Arctic group approached the Wall with each step in that morning. The sky, still painted in the pale colors of dawn, cast a soft light over the landscape.

Jon, mounted on his giant wolf, Ghost, led the group with a serious and contemplative expression. By his side, Arya, full of anticipation and anxiety, observed every detail of the unfolding landscape before her eyes for the first time, and she was about to pass that ice structure soon. She had never been so close to the Wall, no, she had never seen it and only heard Uncle Benjen talk about the night's watch and the legendary wall, and the magnitude of the structure now left her both amazed and intimidated.

"Jon, it's huge!" exclaimed Arya, unable to take her eyes off the immense ice barrier.

"Yes, it's the Wall, Arya. It protects the realm from everything that lies beyond it," Jon replied, his tone reflecting deep respect for the ancestral structure, as he knew very well what it protected the realm of men from, even though no one believed his words here.

As they approached, Jon turned to Arya with a grave look. "Arya, I need you to hide in one of the wagons until we pass through the Wall. There are still risks, and we cannot be careless now, as Uncle Benjen might see you and send you back to Winterfell, do you want that?" he said, his voice low so that only Arya could hear.

Arya nodded, understanding the need for caution. "Okay, Jon. I'll do what you say."

One of the dwarfs helped Arya, while laughing, to settle into one of the wagons, covering her with furs and supplies to ensure she remained hidden and safe. "Stay quiet until I tell you it's safe," the dwarf instructed, checking to make sure she was well hidden.

Meanwhile, Jon had taken precautions to ensure the journey was smooth. He knew Lord Stark, his father, had not been able to send any search for Arya due to the storm that ravaged the region, a coincidence or the gods favoring Arya, which played in her favor. Moreover, Jon had skillfully intercepted the messenger ravens that could alert the lords of the lands they passed through about Arya's disappearance and asking them to search for her with his group.

The decision to take his sister with him beyond the Wall weighed on his mind; he knew that what he was doing directly contradicted his father's wishes and he could be hated for it, but his conviction that he was acting in Arya's best interest strengthened his determination.

"I'm doing this for you, Arya," Jon murmured to himself, justifying his action. "In Arctic, you will have the freedom you always wanted, plus I will make you more intelligent than Maester Luwin and so many ladylike skills that you will rival queens of the past, leaving even Sansa in a mediocre form."

"I'll face the consequences later," Jon concluded, determined to move forward. "Now, my priority is Arya and her future in Arctic."

Arya, unaware of Jon's internal conflict, absorbed the landscape around her under the cloths of the wagon as they approached the wall, which they were finally arriving at. As Jon Snow's caravan approached Castle Black, the imposing fortress of the Night's Watch emerged before them again with sounds of warnings about their arrival.

Jon, mounted on Ghost, his giant wolf, led the group towards the castle gate. As the gate itself opened for him and his group, with the guards on top of the wall spotting the caravan and, recognizing Jon, giving orders for the gates to be opened. The heavy wooden and iron doors began to move, creating a path for Jon and his group to enter Castle Black and head straight to the north.