Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT [Book - 1]

Chapter 183 - Sothoryos 02.

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Thrid Person POV

Essos, 296 AC.

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And so the Articans ended up following the group of natives from Sothorys, while Jon and his group were close behind, with their guards maintaining a high level of caution.

"My king... are you sure we're safe, going along with these natives so easily?" one of the royal guards spoke, following them cautiously.

"It's all right. There's something interesting there I'd like to investigate. Besides, we're very safe; I'm in control of all the nearby beasts," Jon said calmly.

Hearing this, the royal guards nodded, still wary, and followed him along the narrow forest trail with the natives ahead.

Curious to get to know these people, Jon wouldn't miss the chance to see them before the group returned to the fleet.

They walked for about twenty minutes, while the men of the tribe occasionally looked at him with expressions full of both curiosity and caution, as if wanting to keep an eye on every movement of this stranger dressed in metal.

Jon, however, was unbothered by this, keeping his attention on the sights unfolding before him. The forest was rich, filled with plants and all types of vegetation one would expect in a tropical forest.

In Westeros, this type of fauna and flora didn't exist. Although the climate varied there, ranging from a desert kingdom to a freezing area at the two poles of the continent, the most fertile region of the Seven Kingdoms was still nowhere close to being tropical.

The only place to create such a forest would be... Artica. Additionally, Jon found himself captivated by the trees, plants, and flowers, making a mental note to collect many seeds before leaving this place.

Jon also couldn't help but think how, as a young man in Winterfell, he'd never imagined he'd be in Sothorys someday, and yet here he was, exploring the known world and beyond.

"Do you like our forest?" The voice of the elderly woman surfaced as she asked, walking beside Jon and breaking his train of thought.

"Yes, I can't deny it; it's one of the most beautiful pieces of vegetation I've ever seen in my life," Jon responded calmly. He had many seeds in Artica, enough to grow all the world's fruits, but this colorful vegetation was something quite different. Everything here caught his attention, from the animals to the forest itself.

"Tell me, you are connected to the forest, aren't you? Do you make the trees rise from the ground? How did you do that?" she asked again with great curiosity. Their language was a bit limited, and sometimes they spoke in loose words, but Jon could understand her while she spoke to him.

The Artican king just gave a slight smile. "I've been blessed by the gods," Jon replied simply.

"Really? By Inti?" She looked at him in surprise.

"Who is Inti?" Jon asked.

"He is the Sun God. We worship him; he and his guardian, who walks in this forest, protect us," she said.

"Well, in the few years I've lived, I've discovered that this world has many gods. I wouldn't be surprised if one truly existed," Jon responded. After all, there was nothing that documented all the gods in existence, making it difficult to believe in or deny them. The Seven didn't exist from what he'd seen, only the Old Gods and the Red God, whom he'd encountered in Volantis.