Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 36 - White Dragon.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!

The explosive sound of the roar made everyone instantly look up, startled, as the people outside the tents pointed at the winged creature approaching the camp, while those inside rushed outside in fear.

Giants, despite being hundreds of them in a corner of the camp, pointed to the sky like any human, while the mammoths, confined to a corner, began to grow agitated in the presence of a powerful predator that, according to their instincts, could even kill them.

"What is that?!" Lafy exclaimed in surprise, while Lucis stood beside him with a fearful expression as the creature neared the camp. Its enormous wings seemed to lift the tents at the edge of the camp, even from many meters in the air, as the creature passed overhead, its eyes searching for something.

It circled the camp halfway before turning back, advancing toward one of the elevated ridges where sentinels were stationed, catching them off guard as they ran, the winged creature landing with a thud that echoed throughout the area.

"What is that?!"

"Gods..."

No one knew what a dragon was, as it stepped onto the ridge, keeping its gaze fixed on the camp. It had some injuries on its body, not fully healed, and it seemed to be searching for someone.

The entire camp was terrified of the creature, even the giants were cautious, grabbing their giant bows in case the creature attacked them.

Jon emerged from his tent at that moment, along with the other leaders, all of them staring cautiously at the creature from a distance, while it continued emitting a low growl, watching the camp.

"It seems she has arrived. What does this dragon want from me now..." Jon muttered as he began walking toward it.

"Jon!" Val called after him as he glanced back at her, half his face visible while he ran toward the dragon.

"It's okay. She's here for me," Jon said as he continued passing through the camp, people shouting various questions about the creature and why it was there.

Jon ignored the questions and kept walking for a few minutes until he finally reached the edge of that side of the camp, where a crowd had gathered.

"Excuse me, I'm coming through," Jon said simply, as he began carving a path through the crowd, people looking at him indignantly before realizing who he was, quickly changing their expressions and making way for him. He continued cutting through the group with confident eyes, finally emerging on the other side.

The dragon quickly spotted him the moment he came into view and did not take its eyes off him as he continued walking toward the winged beast, separating himself from the group.

Val followed closely behind, standing at the front of the group, watching Jon approach the creature. 'Was this the animal he mentioned finding in the North? What is that thing?!' She couldn't believe what she was seeing—a beast at least five times the size of an adult mammoth, with wings.

Jon kept walking, as people began asking what he was doing, following Val, and suddenly, the creature took the initiative, starting to descend the ridge, moving toward Jon with curious eyes.

"What is this... what do you want with me?" Jon asked in the old tongue, staring intently at the creature.

It only emitted a soft sound as it got closer to him, stopping a few meters away, studying him with its red eyes.