Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 26 - The Call of the North.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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On the hill of the great Weirwood, the group had split into two as Jon continued his solitary journey northward, seeking more unanswered mysteries since he arrived in this world, and a strange calling pulling him in that direction, moving forward without looking back.

The same couldn't be said for the other group, as Ygritte turned her gaze to the north, watching the man she had joined within that forest, seeing him perform unreal and inexplicable acts, now becoming just a distant point amidst the snow.

"He will certainly live, human," a child of the forest spoke, noticing Ygritte's cautious eyes. As she pulled her gaze from Jon to look at the mystical creature, she frowned.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't like him, and I still think he may have doomed humanity by killing the three-eyed raven. After all, he was our best hope for what is to come. But we have no choice, and what I mean is, after everything we've seen him do, he certainly won't fall so easily..." the child of the forest responded.

"I suppose you're right... and will you keep your word?" Ygritte asked with a wary look, as she was alone with them after all.

"He bound me in some sort of contract... I can't do anything, and neither should we..." Leaf replied, having no choice since she did not want the wrath of that being upon them.

And so, they headed south, with Ygritte returning since Jon had said that from now on, things would only get harder, and the children of the forest leaving the roots of the great Weirwood for the first time in centuries or perhaps even millennia, as they had cared for each three-eyed raven. Both groups vanished from each other's sight in that moment.

Time passed, and since Jon had parted from Ygritte and the children of the forest, he traveled north for a week, encountering less and less wildlife as he progressed. He knew he was risking coming across an entire army of the dead by being there, accompanied only by a few animals in that frozen wasteland.

But that didn't matter now, for he felt a calling from the north, something he did not yet understand, and perhaps this was the only chance he would have to find out what it was.

Jon began to see undead more frequently; most of them he could spot walking in the distance, but none attempted their luck against him—at least until yesterday, when he was passing through a place that had experienced a recent storm. He calmly saw them buried in the snow, perhaps waiting for him or any other living being that might walk by. As soon as they tried to ambush him, they were quickly sliced by his runic bronze sword, flames engulfing them as they screamed.

"This world keeps getting stranger than the one I knew..." Jon murmured to himself. "First, seeing undead wandering about, White Walkers actually existing instead of being mere legends. Then, there's a man trapped in a tree, believed to be some kind of Messiah, but with no chance, and likely his soul won't end well after making an enemy of me, as I had intended to use it to forge something powerful. Being an ancient soul, it would have been quite useful. And now... now I can feel even things that were thought extinct... All of this would be expected in Skyrim, but not in this world." He muttered to himself, lost in his thoughts as he continued traveling.

He finally decided to stop walking when he saw the day nearing its end, with the sun beginning to disappear behind the frozen mountains to the west. He continued through the deserted forest and found a cave near a rocky outcrop. Entering it, he came face to face with a zombie bear; the creature, missing a leg, half of its mouth, and with glowing blue eyes, charged at Jon. He found the sight unsettling but quickly took control of the situation, killing the bear before it could react by throwing his sword and lodging it in its body. Afterward, he settled in the cave for the night.