Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 31 - The Dead Are Here Again.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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The dragon continued flying south, and Jon noticed that she wouldn't last much longer, with her wingbeats growing weaker, and her altitude beginning to drop.

"We're far enough to be attacked here... We should descend to rest..." Jon spoke in the old tongue as the dragon continued to emit tired and painful sounds, starting to lower.

She began to fall, passing over a hill and heading toward the dry forest below.

"You can't land?!" Jon was surprised by the dragon's freefall, unable to do anything but hold on tight as the dragon seemed to give up.

The next moment, impact came as the dragon hit the ground hard, lifting all the snow while her body dug into the earth with her enormous mass.

Jon gritted his teeth as he felt the impact, holding on tightly to avoid falling, hearing the dragon groaning in front of him. She continued making her way forward, knocking down trees and displacing any rocks in her path, while leaving a trench behind them.

She finally stopped, while everything around them turned into a haze of dust. Jon held firm until the dragon came to a halt, and he let out a sigh, still hearing the pained groan after the path of destruction the creature had caused with her massive body.

"It's over, girl, but we're not out of danger. We need to get you out of here soon..." Jon assessed, looking at the scene. They were only about 30 kilometers from that place if he had to guess... And the undead wouldn't stop pursuing them so easily, and as soon as they saw that the dragon had fallen, they would consider her easy prey.

Jon couldn't imagine what an undead dragon could do. He had faced some already, and even without him present, Skyrim had means to defend against them, while the rest of the people in this world would probably be annihilated by something like that if he weren't there as well.

He quickly jumped off the dragon, waiting for the dust to settle. He saw that the animal was covered in wounds and kept her head low. Jon walked up to her, seeing the pained look the creature gave, letting out small whimpers. Her breathing was also quite irregular.

He touched her head, trying to calm her. "We'll get you out of here, girl. Just wait a moment," he said, never imagining he would treat a dragon this way, but this was his current reality.

Jon quickly stepped away and began to invoke some conjuration spells, casting them ahead of him. A wooden creature with green light radiating throughout its body appeared before him. It was a spriggan, a summon he had developed outside the conjuration school after reaching a master level to create new contracts with creatures directly from Oblivion.

The creature stepped on the ground with its branch-like legs, looking at the dragon. "Heal her." Jon issued the order, pointing at the dragon. The spriggan began touching the animal, glowing a green hue.

Jon was relieved to see the wounds starting to heal, but he frowned a moment later.

"This will take too long," he murmured, quickly summoning more spriggans until he reached six, the maximum he could conjure at once with this contract.

The healing was working, but he realized that even with the six spriggans around, it would probably take two days for the dragon to be fully healed.

With no other choice, Jon decided to stay there. Although they were only a few kilometers away from the undead-infested land, they still had a few hours before they were found if the creatures were still pursuing them.