Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 30 - To the South.

[Chapter Size: 1800 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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The entrance to the mountain was infested with undead all over the place, from the structure of the entrance to the open fields, due to the sheer number of them. They were gathered together like a giant anthill, with all their blue eyes focused on the entrance.

The undead were merely waiting for orders from their masters, keeping their gazes fixed on where the intruder had entered.

And not far from there, something emerged within a snowstorm, more powerful than the one created by Jon. Its leader was walking towards the mountain in front of the storm. He was far more dangerous than any other White Walker there.

As he approached the area, an army of such size appeared with him, coming from the north along with the storm that was calming. It was filled with giants and other creatures, their blue eyes shining brighter than any others, representing the sheer malevolence of that monster. This was the king of the army of the dead: the Night King. With his cold gaze, he observed the mass of wights at a distance, covering the area while keeping his eyes fixed on the cave—something there that he wanted for ages but had never had the chance to obtain...

His gaze suddenly shone brighter, as if sensing something coming from inside the mountain, and then he gave an order to his slaves at that very moment.

The undead began moving slightly, but only one stepped forward toward the gate where Jon had entered and advanced towards the entrance, only to explode and fall dead the moment it crossed the line, leaving nothing but a corpse on the ground. But this did not stop the advance, as a second wight also moved forward, crossing the entrance before collapsing to the ground like the first.

The third stepped forward and did the same. They began to move one by one, crossing the gate, while their bodies fell to the ground, losing their magic but testing how long the gate would continue emitting its protection.

Jon had noticed this and knew he had no time to waste. While speaking to the dragon, touching it calmly, he knew there was a problem, as the dragon, frozen in ice for so long, wouldn't be in any condition to fly out, but he had no choice now.

"Let's go..." He touched the dragon.

He quickly started climbing up the dragon to its back beneath the neck, uttering another Thu'um to control and force it, as it was predictable that this female would panic, which would be bad for the escape. So he had to force her.

"Come on, girl, we need to get out of here quickly," he said again, touching her white scales as she began to adjust herself. He tried to control her body with his Thu'um, forcing her to move toward the exit.

The undead kept passing through the gate as Jon watched the dragon make a great effort, leaning forward with her wings spread pointing towards the corridor from which he had come, until, with a great impulse, she started flapping her wings, taking off from that floor toward the next corridor above them, the one they had come from, but with great difficulty. She let out a groan of pain, probably having cramps, but still continued making the effort.

She managed to reach a certain height until she began to fall, clinging to the entrance of the corridor only with her claws, almost falling back to the floor below, her claws scratching the ground, making a great effort to pull herself up, putting considerable strength into her front limbs, until she finally succeeded, and Jon sighed.

"Good girl. Now we just need to get past the entrance and through the other wights..." He spoke, patting her back as they proceeded through the corridor, the weight of the massive dragon making a heavy noise.