Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 33 - Stealing Lucis.

First of all, happy 2025 to everyone! I hope you're all doing well. Today marks the last day of my short "vacation"—in quotes because I worked on Patreon this week, uploading 10 more chapters of Jon Arctic there. But starting tomorrow, I'll return to posting regularly. I also ended up releasing a chapter of Dragonborn, so I'll be posting it for everyone.

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[Chapter Size: 1900 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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"Tell me everything that happened!! What did you do after you killed a cold shadow in front of everyone? Wait, how did you do that?! How can I kill one too?!" the boy said in an excited tone, looking at Jon with an admiring gaze.

Lucis listened to everything as she entered the tent with hot water for a broth that she went to get for Jon right after he surprised her. She ended up telling her brother as soon as she stepped outside, and the boy let out a cheerful sound as he ran to the tent, leaving his sword training behind to come see Jon.

Lucis just sighed, but she couldn't help but hope for an answer from Jon. After all, they had only seen that he had killed a powerful Warg in hiding before leaving Ygritte and the children of the forest to head further north.

Jon stood in front of the excited teenager, a small smile appearing on his face. The boy reminded him of his early years in Skyrim. At first, Jon had been scared of the new world, so different from what he was used to, as Skyrim was far more fantastical with its magic, monsters, and all kinds of things that made even Westeros seem like a peaceful and less cruel world.

Over the years, he transitioned from fear to an excitement to know the world and grow strong enough to explore all of Tamriel.

'I want to be strong... to survive and make my own name.' A much younger Jon had shouted in a very old memory as Jon thought back almost ten years. That Jon was a mirror of Lucis's brother.

The man, who had heard the demands of the boy before him, holding a wooden sword in his hand, smiled. 'You certainly will, but you can't become that strong overnight. It takes years of training, but there's no doubt you'll make your own name. After all, I've always seen potential in you since I took you out of that orphanage, Snow.' The older man spoke with a laugh at the end; Jon's last name always made him laugh, wondering who would give themselves such a simple name, even if Jon insisted it was because he was a bastard and that was simply how names worked where he came from.

'This reminds me so much of the relationship I had with the man who adopted me, who I considered my father...' Jon murmured to himself before opening a smile and ruffling the boy's hair.

"I've been busy, as you can see. If I told you I went to the army of the dead in the north and tried to sneak past them until they discovered me, so I had to run..." Jon commented with a teasing smile.

"Army of the dead?! How did you get out of there? Wait!! There's an army of the dead?!" The boy was shocked at the thought of an army of the dead.

"Jon... can you stop teasing Lafy!" Lucis said in a slightly dissatisfied tone, with Jon mentioning something that even gave her goosebumps. She refused to believe that such a thing could exist in the north.

Jon understood their feelings well. As long as that army didn't march south, they would be fine. But if they had to face them, everyone there would be easily wiped out, making him think that the dead didn't want to draw the attention of those training in the south yet, as if they were waiting for something... After all, they could just show up and destroy them... Maybe no longer since he destroyed the three-eyed raven, so he had to think of a way to get them out of there.