Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 12 - Raid to North 02.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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In the days that followed, the expedition advanced northward, with the mission of reconnaissance before fortifying that region. The morning brought with it the promise of a challenging journey, and as the group moved through the icy forest, Jon carefully observed the landscape around him.

The forest was a tangle of twisted trees, whose branches seemed to whisper ancient stories as snow fell on their leaves. Warriors forged a path, their steps marked by the crunch of snow beneath their boots. Lucis, beside Jon, remained vigilant, gripping his spear firmly.

As they progressed, they reached vast, windy plains where the biting wind challenged them at every step. The group, now more united than ever, faced adversity with determination. Tracking dogs ran ahead, leaving footprints in the snow as far as the eye could see.

Days unfolded, leading them to a frozen river. The crossing, though challenging, became a test of the group's courage. With axes in hand, they cut blocks of ice to create a safe passage. On the other side, they stood before majestic mountains whose peaks disappeared into the clouds.

On a starlit night, the groups gathered around crackling bonfires. Jon shared stories with other warriors beside Lucis, evoking the legend of an ancient explorer who dared to face the unknown. The fire cast dancing shadows on their faces, creating a camaraderie in the face of adversity.

The journey continued through the desolate tundra, an open expanse testing the group's resilience. At each step, Jon felt the responsibility on his shoulders. The expedition was not just a quest for knowledge but an attempt to protect the northern tribes from the growing threat.

As the group advanced, uncertainty hung in the air, an uneasy shadow following the marked footsteps in the snow. Jon, with his magical sword resting in its sheath, felt the palpable tension around him. Lucis walked by his side, and together, they knew that the truth awaited beyond the next curve of the frozen path.

"As we venture deeper into the forest, I notice that wildlife is becoming scarcer," Jon commented, his eyes scanning the snowy landscape.

Lucis, observing the shadows between the trees, added, "Our scouts have been avoiding this area lately."

"So, it seems like action is about to begin," Jon said, his tone revealing a mix of anticipation and readiness.

"You always act recklessly. You may have seen you take down a dozen men, but that doesn't mean you can face the cold shadows," Lucis huffed, expressing genuine concern.

Jon, responding with a confident smile, retorted, "You need to have faith in your husband, dear wife." He laughed, showing indifference to the woman's underestimation.
"Just don't get yourself killed," she huffed, expressing genuine concern.

"Don't worry about that. I'm more intrigued by the raven that has been following us since yesterday," Jon changed the subject, his eyes watching the sky.

"Raven?" She responded, surprise reflected in her expression.

"Yes, Val told us about the Wargs and how they could die if the animal whose skin they were changing into died," Jon explained and continued, "Ilyana told me the same thing, but it didn't work against this Warg."

"No one noticed a Warg dying in the camp, so you're right," she commented, cautious in her words.

"Anyway, I searched for that Warg, but found nothing. I discovered that its location isn't in the camp after using a spell," Jon spoke in a serious tone.