Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 2 - Is This Woman Honest?

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Jon Snow POV
Somewhere on North.

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I advanced calmly through the snow-covered landscape once again, crossing the forest where only a few wild animals shared my journey. My new "wild friends," or what was left of them before I ended their suffering, had provided me with some intriguing information about Mance, the self-proclaimed new king beyond the Wall. He had gathered a formidable army of over 100,000 warriors, preparing to launch an attack on the Wall and the south. The prospect piqued my interest, fueling the idea that perhaps I could entertain myself a bit with these wildlings.

At this stage, I dressed like one of them, adopting the wild style after stealing some clothes from those wildlings. Although my resistance to the cold was remarkable, I didn't want to always appear as a weirdo without clothes, wanting to have a more casual conversation with the next human encounter, so I thought about blending in better with these people. I proceeded eastward for about five hours, deciding to stop and set up camp with the wildlings' gear before sunset. I used a bow to hunt two rabbits, then lit a fire to prepare my meal and provide a good dinner while getting ready to rest. I summoned some wolves to patrol the area while I closed my eyes.

It was during the deep sleep that the silence of the night was shattered; I heard the growls of my spectral wolves with a subtle sound of footsteps some tens of meters away. I opened an eye slowly, awaiting the approach of the intruder who dared to invade my territory while being threatened by my wolves, but this intruder didn't seem very intimidated as they advanced.
I identified three silhouettes moving slowly in the darkness from a distance in front of the wolves, on the opposite side of where I rested, without a torch to light their way and, at the same time, without any intention of hiding their presence. Amid guttural murmurs emitted by these humanoid figures, I understood that they were not humans here.

I rose with a sigh, incredulous at the existence of such creatures in Westeros, as I did not imagine finding these things here.

"- A draugr?" I exclaimed silently and thoughtfully, questioning the presence of these entities as I watched the dancing shadows in the darkness.
The creatures continued to approach, and I observed their bright blue eyes. My wolves advanced and attacked them, biting their skin and shaking their heads to remove parts of them. I looked at it calmly, experiencing no fear; I had already faced and eliminated hundreds, if not thousands, of these creatures while exploring ancient dungeons or facing a powerful necromancer. I wielded the axe I possessed and threw it towards the nearest draugr as a wolf ripped off its arm. The direct impact to the creature's chest made it fall backward, but it didn't seem to harm it, nor did it show any sign of pain.

"Looks like bronze doesn't work on them, huh?" I commented to myself, observing the metal's ineffectiveness against these supernatural threats.
"I should try something else..." Jon murmured and with a gesture, he dismissed all the summonings, making them vanish like smoke; now the creatures had nothing to stop them from advancing toward me.

"And this?" I murmured, noticing that, instead of continuing to walk, the creatures started running towards me now without the wolves. Without hesitation, I shouted:

"[- YOL.]"

A different force emanated from my voice, contrasting with the previous energy that propelled everything around. This one had a reddish tone, and its manifestation resulted in burning flames, illuminating that corner of the forest for several kilometers on this night. When the fire hit them, the creatures burned like oil, emitting cries of pain and clearly showing that fire harmed them. A few seconds later, the bodies engulfed in flames fell to the ground, motionless, as they turned into ashes. I picked up what remained of one head, making sure they wouldn't reanimate, and set it on fire.