Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 63 - Return to Arctic 06.

[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]

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Third Person POV

Beyond the wall, 292 AC, Some days after.

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"Let's go back to Artica from this point," Jon commented while having a meeting with all the members of his army, when they decided that the western region had nothing more to offer them.

Jon picked up the map he had created during these moons with his aerial eyes and began to trace the path with his hands.

"We will follow this path, although it is not a straight line to the kingdom, we will not encounter a gorge or forests that compress our army before entering the cursed forest where Artica is located. How are we on supplies?" Jon turned to one of his men.

"We are good, we still have supplies for 6 more moons with the group," he said.

"Understood, let's organize the camp," Jon told everyone to get ready.

"Yes, I will prepare the men," said a human soldier.

"I, the dwarves," spoke a dwarf.

"We, the giants," said the giant.

All the leaders of each race and the leaders of the exercises were dismissed, and Jon went to the tent where Eragon, Ghost, Arya, Wind, and Ygritte were sleeping, many of them as intruders, but Jon could not do much about it.

He just let his body fall heavily on the bed. Hours before dawn, something made Jon open his eyes, with his night eyes wandering through the huge camp and on its outer side, he spotted a threat approaching.

Realizing the imminent threat, Jon acted as an experienced commander. He quickly left his tent, with Ghost, the giant wolf, by his side. The tent, now silent, housed Arya, Wind, and Ygritte, all still deep in the night's sleep.

Dawn was still far away, but Jon did not hesitate. The camp, immense and spread out, was quiet under the cloak of darkness, but the threat perceived by Jon required immediate action. He knew every moment counted.

With a voice that cut through the night's quietude, Jon summoned his forces, his voice echoing everywhere from his main army to the thousands of people following him behind the main group: "Listen everyone! Prepare for battle against the dead!"

He shouted immediately, causing panic, but he could not lie about what he saw, at least everyone would be prepared for what was coming. Hearing these words, causing a wave of urgent movement, the people who joined him with the giants became quite agitated, exclaiming things nervously, as they had never managed to defeat the dead when they attacked in a large group as Jon's voice suggested.

"Jon?! What's happening?!" Arya emerged from the tent urgently.

Jon did not pay attention to her and continued with the orders while his small army of 2500 men began to act quickly, moving to prepare for the attack.

"I want the first, second, third, and fourth Artirion divisions at the vanguard following me with dragon glass! Fifth Artirion division, protect the freefolks! All the giants, prepare arrows and hold position to the north, where our enemy will attack!"

"Arya, stay in the camp, do not leave for anything, understood," Jon said as he mounted Ghost and began to move.

In seconds, the night's silence was replaced by the sound of armor and weapons being prepared, commands being given, and troops organizing. The Artican giants, imposing and ready for combat, took up their huge bows, while the human soldiers and dwarves quickly equipped themselves with dragon glass weapons, essential for facing whatever was approaching. In contrast to the rest of the group, the 2500 Artican soldiers showed no fear and acted firmly against the threat as they moved in the middle of the night only with torches.