Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 99 - Final preparations.

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Third Person POV.
Riverrun.

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Not even in their worst dreams, even after everything they had heard in the past moons, could they imagine that something like this could truly exist in the world. For as the rain began to fall in that forest in Riverrun, a thunderous force erupted in the midst of that place with the words of the man who stood before them, roaring like a furious thunder as the phonemes of those unknown words came out with pure power — an experience they could never claim to have had before.

The raindrops began to be quickly repelled by an inexplicable force pushing forward, scattering them into particles in the opposite direction, while the ground was being violently carved ahead as everything happened in slow motion to the eyes of the dragonborn, who kept opening his mouth, leaning forward, unleashing his power.
The men only watched that, their eyes slowly widening with a gleam of terror in the milliseconds as the force advanced, destroying everything in the clearing coming from Jon.
No one could have imagined that something like this truly existed.
Robb Stark could only open his eyes as he saw, in shock, his wolf — who stood in front of everyone — being thrown back like a doll as soon as the force caught him with the rain and dirt coming with it.

Then, the impact wave surged over his men whom he had sent and taken the initiative to advance toward Jon, dragging them along with their horses in the next moment. It didn't matter what was in the way: everything was flung backward instantly.
Robb, who stood beside the trees at the entrance of the clearing, was struck right after, unable to do anything but watch it coming toward him with water, rocks, soil, men, and horses. He and his horse were thrown far away along with the other soldiers as his world turned upside down, his eardrums nearly bursting from Jon's voice as he created the Shout.

'You must never use the Shouts against mortals, Dragonborn,' were the words of the Greybeards, echoing in Jon's mind at that moment, suddenly, as chaos unfolded before him, seeing everything flying away.
They had said that on High Hrothgar, the highest place in Skyrim, many years ago, as Jon still looked at the devastation that destroyed everything ahead of him in slow motion.

'I refuse,' Jon had answered at the time. The words came out of his own mouth, before the elders.

'You can't just use that power against mortals!' they protested.
'I will not deny the power that was granted to me. If I was born with it, I'll use it when I see fit — no matter who it's against,' Jon replied.
Even though he still held onto his morality and honor in battle, he did not hesitate to show his strength before his enemies when necessary. After all, he knew he would use that power, and he'd be a liar if he had agreed with those old men at the time.

"Then we can teach you nothing more. You are not welcome in our temple," said the elders, no longer allowing him entry into that place.
"Very well. I'm leaving," Jon said, walking away with his head held high, unconcerned with the help of those old men.

However, that ended up changing some time later. After all, the dragons had returned to Skyrim, and High Hrothgar was attacked by Alduin and the dragons he resurrected.
Only one Greybeard had survived, with the help of Paarthurnax, who had to get involved in the battle. Even so, their temple had been almost completely destroyed.
In the end, the last good Greybeard, along with Paarthurnax, sought the help of the Dragonborn, who was venturing through Skyrim killing the dragons attacking the cities and absorbing their souls, seeking new words of power to grow stronger.

However, Jon never needed to swear he wouldn't use the power. He simply didn't care. After all, that power was a part of him — and he would not deny it.
Although he never wanted to rule anything, Jon made everyone fear him, and that was enough. To all, he represented what it truly meant to be a Dragonborn.
Now, this was the proof of his power unfolding before him — this was his birthright — and before him, he saw men screaming and flying backward, their bones breaking with no chance to resist.
He saw Robb being hurled back like a doll like any other, carried away by everything that came with the devastating force.
Surprisingly, Jon raised one of his hands, pointing to Robb in those milliseconds before pulling him out of the full impact with telekinesis. After all, he had his own sense of morality and wouldn't kill a man like Robb, who shared his blood, in that way.