Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 29 - A Creature and a Weapon.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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Jon's footsteps echoed through that giant, icy tunnel inside the mountain as he sought to see what had drawn him there. He couldn't yet see what it was, as only a corridor led deeper into the mountain, and he continued forward, his presence echoing through the place.

Everything seemed calm, with only a few drips from above. He analyzed that immense corridor, clearly constructed by someone long ago, though he had no idea who had built it or why... The dead had been left behind, and the corridor began to slope downward until Jon started to see what looked like a frozen crystal ahead, or at least its tip in an even lower area.

He continued to the end of the corridor, where a new entrance to that area was revealed. There was no path forward, only a staircase beside him to descend. Pausing at that point, he raised an eyebrow upon seeing something inside the crystal, which was embedded in the wall.

"Why is this here?" Jon wondered aloud, becoming more fascinated with the things he found in this world, things that could be said to be unlike anything he had encountered in Skyrim.

Taking the stairs beside him, he didn't hesitate to descend slowly to get a closer look, his eyes fixed on the crystal. It was during his descent that something caught his attention for the second time. He had a better view of one side of the crystal and saw a metallic gleam, and it was clear that magic was involved.

"Don't tell me that thing is being held up because of this... What kind of weapon is that?" Jon muttered as he observed and analyzed.

As soon as he touched down on that level, he moved toward the crystal, heading to the side where a metal axe was embedded in the ice crystal.

There was nothing else in this area besides the ice crystal and the axe. No other exits. It seemed like this place had been made just to support the crystal and the weapon. Walking until he was a few meters away from the weapon, his eyes grew increasingly puzzled by it. He began to approach with cautious steps, studying the weapon intently.

"This... is like nothing I've ever seen. What kind of metal is this? It seems so powerful... It reminds me of a divine weapon... Dawnbreaker..." Jon let these words slip from his lips as he touched the metal, running his finger along the engravings. The touch made his finger start to freeze, spreading from where he had touched, but he withdrew his finger and examined the frost.

"Magic... cold magic..." he murmured, noticing the magical power that generated a freezing effect on everything it touched, from the axe to the crystal.

Jon then looked at the creature inside, trapped in a static form. "And you... how long have you been in there?" he said, looking at the white creature with a certain fascination in his gaze. It didn't remind him of the fierce looks he'd seen in dragons as he fought them across Skyrim, shooting them from the sky.

This creature seemed calmer, more solemn, even with a touch of gentleness in its gaze. The dragons of Westeros were not like those of Skyrim; the Valyrian dragons weren't as powerful, but they also didn't carry the arrogance of Skyrim's dragons, who considered themselves above all other species. They even allowed themselves to be ridden by humans and commanded by those who shared the blood of their family.

"But I've never heard of a frozen dragon... a white dragon with red eyes, like the one I see here... How did you end up in this place...?" He thought aloud, his gaze shifting between the dragon and the weapon. It was obvious that the dragon was trapped because of that axe.