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

Chapter 137 - Artican's Kingdom 01.

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Thrid Person POV

Westeros, 296 AC.

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The giant statue of Artica was finally in front of the fleet as they began to pass it, with Jon's ship leading them, and the immense city was in sight.

"It looks bigger!" Arya exclaimed joyfully.

"Who said the city stopped expanding while we were gone?" Seryna commented.

"But it's incredible... we've been out for over 7 moons, it's 296 AC!" Arya exclaimed as Jon moved past them, heading to the bow of the ship, passing more men, and finally standing at the tip of the ship as he breathed in the fresh air of his realm, feeling his strength and magic rapidly recovering here.

The world around him had changed at this moment; he could see the world on another plane, the spiritual plane, as a magnificent scene grew around him, the stars with the entire galaxy in their essence shining above him with the center being a glare in space. Looking forward, another star show emerged as he saw the great Weirwood tree shine magnificently, bursting with vitality as if it were on fire, beneath it he could also see the grove lighting up below the trunk, but nothing compared to the great tree. Even at that distance, Jon could see the place like no one else here.

This was Artica, the place where he could connect with the gods, what would they call this place in the future, second Valyria, the garden of Eden, the beacon of the world? Jon didn't know, but he was certainly satisfied to have his role in building this place in this world; this would be his legacy and pass on to his children and future generations.

He cracked a smile, but soon left those thoughts of the future of this world aside and focused on the now, returning to see the world as any ordinary person, while his smile widened with a look upwards.

ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

The powerful roar managed to shake the ship as the entire fleet looked up, with huge wings covering the sun, Eragon descended into the channel meeting the ships, before he flapped his wings and circled the sky passing very close to Jon's ship, while his personal crew stared at the gray and green eyes with their sapphires.

"Eragon!!!" Arya exclaimed with excitement and admiration.

"That dragon isn't going to stop growing, is it?" A dwarf complained, as was his natural impulse against dragons.

"It's good to see you again... son." Jon murmured as Eragon once again cut through the air, circling the main ship, staring Jon towards the city.

Eragon had grown at least half of what he already was before, becoming a dragon of a house and a half. Even though Jon wasn't here, it seemed that the Weirwood itself was strengthening him.

His gaze dropped from Eragon to the plantations around him, animals began to run over the canal, on the left side of Artica where the forests lay, running freely. Huge packs of wolves were howling, while the wolf on Jon's ship did the same, putting his head up and roaring. Articans working on the farms went to the side of the river as they exclaimed to the ships following the channel.

"Welcome!!"

"Finally back!!"

Jon could hear them as they continued to exclaim many phrases, Phaenix and Bleufire landed on the edge of the ship. "Are you also excited to be home?" Jon asked with a smile to the two brothers.