Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 32 - Free Folk's Camp Again.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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The Sun began to appear on the horizon at this moment, while the dragon continued flying, leaving a trail of blood in the air with one of its four legs injured by the weapon still lodged in its scales.

It was flying much farther than it could previously, yesterday, as its muscles were finally starting to adjust after the first flight, allowing it to reach a much greater distance.

"I believe we managed to get them off our trail at last. Now we can head to a safe place, you just have to hold on a bit longer, and we'll take care of the rest of your wounds..." Jon commented. It was clear that the dragon was making a great effort, feeling enormous pain, but thanks to the adrenaline surging through its body to survive, along with Jon's Thu'um, it managed to stay airborne.

And so, they continued on for the next few hours. Jon even spotted the great Weirwood where he had taken the soul of the self-proclaimed three-eyed crow, while realizing the dragon wasn't going to hold on much longer.

"Let's descend, I'll finish healing you now," Jon said, as the dragon began its descent, landing in one of the forests. She landed much better than before but quickly fell to the ground after placing her feet in the snow due to the immense pain, moving her neck immediately and trying to remove the spear with her mouth, but unable to reach her hind leg.

"Let me handle this, girl," Jon commented, approaching the dragon's leg, passing by her giant mouth. She didn't attack but looked at him with some caution and suspicion.

Jon reached the spear and removed it quickly in the next moment, with the dragon giving a small whimper of pain.

"This won't bother you anymore, but we need to stop the bleeding... Hang on a bit longer, I'll heal you over the next few hours," he said.

He then summoned the six spriggans again, who began circling the dragon, who looked at them still with some suspicion but was already feeling relief as her entire body began to glow with the magic being cast.

"This will take some time," Jon said, going to set up a camp to stay here for a day, quickly doing everything while ensuring the area was secure by casting summons all around. He knew the Free Folk no longer lived here, but he might encounter some of them patrolling or searching for food and survivors. However, he wasn't worried about that, as he had just escaped an army of frozen undead from the north.

And so he dreamed again, being a small creature, while walking around a castle, able to see the great structures somewhat blurred in the distance. The small animal was silent as it moved through the place, avoiding any feet that passed without noticing it.

It seemed lost while arriving at a place with a lot of noise because, in front of it, there was a crowd of people, but it couldn't clearly see any of them. They were dressed in red, and others mixed among them were in black, seemingly guards from two different houses. Jon saw that he was in an open part of the castle, like a training yard, hearing many people exclaiming, but he couldn't understand what was happening there. The ground was cold but not as freezing as the North, and as Jon knew, he was south of the Wall.

"Hey, where are you going, Nymeria!? We're watching the fight between the Kingslayer and the master-at-arms, Ser Rodrik!" Jon heard a voice clearer than the others, from a girl, while small steps approached him, just as small as he was. Another little wolf approached, looking curiously at him, and he instantly knew it was his littermate, who must have noticed him.