Game of Thrones: King of Magic

Chapter 17

Jon Snow. Wolfswood.

After I'd gotten a decent distance away from Winterfell, when it already seemed tiny, I stopped and took a deep breath of the forest's scent.

Even knowing that an unknown and possibly difficult path awaited me, my soul was calm with a tiny hint of excitement. This is where I met Lord Solomon, and this is where my journey begins. My sword is true to me, as is my magic with the Ghost.

And with one last look around Winterfell, I set off further through the forest towards the Wall.

The Wall. The giant block of ice that shields the people from threats from the deep North. That deserter whom Lord Stark had executed months ago had mentioned the reanimated dead whose eyes shone with blue light.

And when I heard this, my Origin, which I had learned to activate at will, revealed something. This deserter was not lying. His eyes, the pounding of his heart, and his hands trembling with fear confirmed it. Which meant that an ancient evil had begun to awaken in the North beyond the Wall.

In the past, I would have considered such thoughts delusional, but not anymore. In one of the lectures given by Lord Solomon, he talked about the Mystery.

If people believe that the subject of mystery "exists", the World allows it to exist. And certain concepts do not require specific beliefs of existence.

This directly applies to the very reanimated dead, who are similar in description to the White Walkers. While most people don't believe in their existence, the very idea, "Maybe they do exist" is alive, at least here in the North.

Even the ancient texts of the Stark family directly hints at it, which is already enough for this "Mystery" to arise. Which means that the world itself allows for the existence of the White Walkers. My goal is to investigate this incident, and maybe I can get to the bottom of it. At least, I hope so.

Suddenly, my body stopped and my eyes began to intently study my surroundings. The ghost, noticing this, looked at me in bewilderment.

I noticed a broken branch by one of the trees ten meters away from me, and there were no extra footprints in the snow. Or rather, at first glance. The thickness of the snow cover was different in a couple places, indicating that they were camouflaged.

My Origin not only gives me a high learning speed, but it also increases my perception. A very useful thing, as Lord Solomon put it, in which I agree with him. After all, if my attention isn't too spread out, it's almost impossible to catch me off guard. And judging by the details in front of me, there are several opponents.

- Come out," I said in a monotone, my hand on the hilt of my sword, "I know you're here.

There was only silence in response. It didn't last long, for a few seconds later, three men appeared from behind the trees. They were wearing clothes made of various animal skins. And not far from us, my hearing picked up movement, and with a quick glance in its direction, I saw a black-haired woman aiming a bow at me.

Wildlings.

They surrounded me on three sides with weapons in their hands, now and then casting predatory glances at me.

- Oh? We've got some pretty smart prey here," said a wildling with a savage grin on his face, a rough-looking man with a spear in his hand, "lost, boy?

- Look, he even has his own tame wolf. - Another with a sword added, at which Ghost bared his fangs and growled.

- Our first outing, and only one sucker? Not enough prey for all of us. - said the last one with the axe.

They certainly don't take me seriously. They looked to be about twenty to twenty-five years old. And this is probably one of their first forays. Their grip on weapons is stiff and amateurish, as Ser Rodrik would put it, and I think Robb would have no trouble dealing with them.