Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 17 - Raid to North 07.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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Lucis was slaughtering everything that attacked her, the dead had returned to the camp as soon as Jon had performed his sorcery, which she still didn't understand, but knew that thanks to them, they were safe for the moment. That was until a horde of the dead emerged from the north and invaded the camp, people fought to survive, while some simply ran south in fear, others were paralyzed, falling to the ground with wights on top of them.

She tried to stand firm, cutting down all the wights growling and approaching, feeling her hand burnt from contact with the fire she made them burn with Jon's sword, yet she didn't give up fighting, thinking only of staying alive, at least for her brother.

Explosions were happening in the north at that moment, knowing Jon was using his power there, she worried about him, even knowing his strength and sorcery, since everyone knew a white walker had appeared and it was because of it that the camp was attacked again.

However, while she was pressed against the dead and watched her companions dying beside her with despair rising in her heart, the dead simply collapsed on the ground. One by one, the dead began to fall, as if they had finally rested, some were still attacking them, but in much fewer numbers and were quickly taken care of by archers with fire arrows.

Everything went silent as the last growls were consumed by the flames, everyone looked cautiously at the sea of dead spread across the place, kicking their bodies to see if they would move again, but they remained like immobile bodies.

"By the Gods... What happened...?" An old man spoke beside her.

She saw many people questioning what had happened and why the dead had stopped attacking, since they had never heard of this before.

"Who cares what happened! We won!!!" A man with red hair shouted and many others joined him at that moment.

The entire camp was roaring in victory, Lucis moved away from the flames generated by her sword while they still consumed the bodies and went to look for something to alleviate her pain from the burns, she dropped the sword and began to rub snow on her arms.

"Lucis... Are you okay...?" Guren approached and Lucis saw that he was the man had several scratches on his body and his rib had been pierced.

"I am..." She spoke.

"Where is the man?" He asked, and Lucis was a bit surprised by his attitude, since his hostility towards Jon was clearly known to everyone.

"He went to the north, I'm sure it was him who did something to stop the dead." She said while still rubbing her hand in the snow.

"We lost so much, Karsi won't like this..." He spoke, after all, they were one of the few who had survived from this side, the camp that had 200 before, was reduced to 50 people shouting for victory after the fight.

"If we don't count those who fled, I think only 5 of us are left." She spoke and looked at the few who remained.

"Cowards!" Guren growled in pain, referring to the people who ran away instead of fighting.

"They will be expelled..." She was speaking, but someone interrupted her.

"It's him! He's bringing the weapon of the cold shadow!!" Someone pointed towards the north side of the camp and Lucis saw Jon approaching the place, holding an ice spear.

"He killed a cold shadow!!!" Someone exclaimed again.

"That's why the dead stopped..." Guren murmured, looking at Jon with a certain fear now.