Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 4 - Free Folk's Camp

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Jon Snow POV
Somewhere on North.

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I was once again stacking bodies, but now with a telekinesis spell. Lucis didn't help me this time; she was rooted to the ground with a pale face. I suppose for someone who, despite seeing the undead on this side of the world, would be frightened by the presence of someone who could roar like a dragon and levitate bodies with some supernatural force.

"Don't be too surprised; we have to continue our journey. It's better if we keep moving." I told her once I finished stacking the bodies and burned them all with a small flame spell, which was the only destruction magic I knew. All those crows that were once arrogant became motionless bodies the moment I unleashed my impulsive shout. Some died moments later, but most seemed to have hit their heads on some hard surface.

Lucis didn't say anything; she just got up to continue her path and accompany me. She didn't speak any more, and it was a week after we encountered the first patrol groups from Mance's camp; after all, Lucis didn't lie.

"You! I know you; you were in Karsi's reconnaissance group. Where are the others?" A group stopped us from advancing to the camp, and he addressed Lucis.

"I was the only one who survived..." She said, making everyone look at her strangely, especially at me.

"Crows?" a woman asked.

"No... it was..." She didn't finish; she was nervous about the next words and didn't answer, but she gave the answer by looking at me. Everyone understood.

"Damn, he looks like a southerner, and he's prettier than my daughter!" One of them shouted, ready to attack me.

"Wait, he stole me!" She shouted, and everyone stopped, creating a silence among us.

"I stole?" I asked confused.

"Just shut up!" She grumbled.

"Got it." I said, knowing she was doing this to avoid fights. I just don't know if she's doing it to protect me or to protect her kin.

"For someone who hasn't said a word in the past few days, hearing you say we're screwing now is a surprise to me." I said with a playful smile.

She shot me an angry look, but she continued speaking on my behalf.

"He's a survivor of a tribe exterminated by the wights. He found us, and we attacked him, thinking he was a crow. He killed all of us and stole me; now he intends to join Mance's army." She finished, and everyone started analyzing me. There were 20 people wondering how I could kill a group of Lucis, which was so large, with almost a dozen people. But everyone had some respect in their eyes, which I found strange because killing one's own people usually resulted in revenge and more death. Not that I care much about that.

"Mance is not in the camp now, but the camp is 4 kilometers in that direction; you can pass." Said the group's leader.

"We found 8 crows a few days ago," Lucis suddenly said.

"Crows?! Did they follow you?" The leader asked, spitting on the ground.

"My new husband here knows how to kill and didn't waste any time; the crows turned to ashes as soon as we burned the bodies," she said cautiously, hiding the fact of what I did in front of her with the crows.

"What? Why didn't you say so earlier? Our friend killed 8 young crows!" He said, laughing. And if there was any respect in the look, now there was a hint of pride too.