Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 38 - Leaving the Camp and Heading South!

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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The people had already gotten used to the dragon taking that hill in the camp as its own "nest." Although when they first saw its icy breath, creating a bed of crystal shards around it before lying down, they couldn't help but be stunned to realize there was a creature that could breathe ice.

Even Jon, who had already killed ice dragons, couldn't help but be surprised by this one. After all, the dragons of Westeros or Valyria were all of fire, but this one was the opposite—a kind never recorded in the history books of this world.

The ice dragon, besides being deadly, able to freeze anything that came into contact with its ice, could also create ice shapes, like the small nest Jon was approaching at that moment.

There was a side full of carcasses of meat, with only bones and blood scattered nearby, while the dragon made a point of bringing its prey there to eat. The Free Folk had to get used to it after watching him every day since he settled there, while Jon also remained around.

Whenever Jon left, the dragon followed him, just like yesterday when Jon left with Val. Its crimson eyes watched Jon at this moment as he approached but did nothing other than watch him for a moment and then placed its head back on the ice as if it wanted to sleep.

Jon sighed and walked closer, not bothered by the cold of the nest he was entering, stopping in front of the dragon. The dragon still kept its head down, but with one eye open, analyzing him. It was a strange relationship between them, but there was a connection, that was certain.

That morning, while he slept a little later, Jon began to have glimpses of flying in the sky, while a huge shadow appeared below with the morning sun, indicating that he was beginning to enter the dragon's mind as it made its first meal of the day.

"Well, girl, I came to let you know I'm heading south. The question is: will you come with me?" Jon spoke in the Old Tongue, analyzing the dragon's reaction, as it only kept its gaze fixed on Jon.

"I believe you will. It would even be good to have your help, but I don't want you to be seen by anyone there. I want you to avoid following me wherever I go, especially in the cities and castles I would approach, staying at a safe, hidden distance, out of sight. That would certainly cause chaos if you were seen..." Jon spoke calmly, while the dragon maintained its usual reaction.

The only thing the dragon did was blow a gust of freezing mist in front of it. "I guess I'll take that as a yes..." Jon murmured, looking at the dragon curiously.

Jon stepped back with a smile, as he saw Val approaching them at that moment, but she still kept a certain distance. The dragon lifted its head toward her with an unpleasant look, clearly not liking her presence.

The dragon didn't like anyone in the camp, only allowing Jon to get close. Some clearly expressed their discontent at having such a creature so close to the camp, sometimes even making a mess by bringing prey and leaving a trail of blood across them. But this was a minority.

The dragon had never attacked anyone there, only hunting for food in the sea or the forest. Jon also made sure no one attacked it, especially since he had the support of half the leaders. The other half, though they didn't look favorably at the creature and him, feared them.

"Val... calm down, girl." Jon said at last to the dragon, while giving a few light pats on its neck before starting to walk away, knowing that today he would leave the camp and begin his journey to Winterfell.