Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 162 - Artican Trade in Essos 17 (Rescue of the Princess 01.).

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Thrid Person POV

Essos, 296 AC.

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A man was looking at the sea at that moment next to his camel, while he was passing through the desert from the capital of Dorne to a village in the north where he was going to deliver some things that some friends had asked him to sell there. Everything seemed normal as he had stopped to admire the calm sea with its waves at that moment.

But something caught his attention. He swore he saw a giant shadow appearing hundreds of meters away from that beach where he had stopped to rest, clearly seeing why the sea was darkening due to its size, and it got closer and closer until it finally stopped there.

"What is that..." the man asked in a weak tone as he watched the scene.

A moment later, the shadow began to leave the area, disappearing into the sea, and he let out a sigh of relief, confused by the strange event he had just witnessed.

But it didn't seem to be over because he saw the water explode as someone emerged out of nowhere. The man widened his eyes in disbelief, seeing a stranger appear and head toward the beach.

"By the gods... what is that?!" He stood up, a little scared.

Jon walked onto the beach, staring at someone he had already seen through his eyes in the sky. He realized it was just an old man, someone who wouldn't interfere with him, so he continued walking toward the beach.

Jon was alone, looking at the desert as his birds emerged from above, following him on the journey. After checking that the entire region was deserted, he approached the man.

The man seemed deeply shocked, watching as someone in Dornish clothing emerged from the water, carrying weapons and a sack on his back, walking calmly. What scared him the most, however, was the fact that the boy had not a single drop of water on his skin, which was impossible according to his understanding of the world.

Jon got close enough for the man to see him clearly, and he addressed him with a few words. "Hello, my good man. Can you tell me exactly where I am?" Jon unrolled a map and held it out to the man, just to get a better idea of where he was.

"You... you're one of the sea people or something?" The man asked, finally snapping out of his initial shock, but treating Jon as something magical.

"Sea people... I don't think so." Jon replied with a smile.

"But you came out of the sea without a single drop of water!!" The man insisted.

"I think you're exaggerating, my man... The sun must be affecting your head... Anyway, can you point out where exactly we are?" Jon kept his smile and spoke in a calm tone.

The man, somewhat fearful... ended up doing what Jon asked without much resistance, pointing to the map while looking at Jon without saying much.

"That's good, thank you... Now I'll head south." Jon said as he took the map, rolled it back up, and stored it before starting to move again.

"Have a good day." Jon said, and began to walk, leaving the bewildered man behind.

Jon was still unaffected by the desert heat, thanks to the layer created by Wind that protected him the whole time. And so, it continued for hours as he walked at the same pace toward the south.

"Hm?" At a certain moment, Jon sensed that his eagles had detected something coming from the north as they stirred up dust in the desert due to the high speed they had at that moment, heading toward the Arctic king.