Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 106 - The Blood Eagle.

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Third Person POV.
Beyond of the Wall.

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A few days before Tyrion was named Hand of the King by his own father and headed to King's Landing, far to the south, Jon was already leaving the Wall behind, flying through the frozen lands on Winter.

Leaving the Wall behind, he continued heading deep into the far north, crossing the mountains and the dry forests of the frozen desert known as the lands beyond the Wall.

Finally, Jon was back. His goal now was to reach the free folk's camp.

After a few hours, he was spotted. His attention, however, turned to the man hanging by Winter's neck — Gregor Clegane, the Mountain — who groaned softly. Jon didn't know if he was complaining about the cold or his leg, which had begun to bleed again.

Jon was tired of the man's screams.

"HMMMMMMMM!!!!", he tried to scream, but could only groan. Jon had silenced him with a gag over his mouth. So Gregor could only groan in frustration, his eyes filled with hatred as he had vomited throughout the entire flight from all the shaking, all he could do, after all Jon had given him nothing to eat besides water and had magically sealed his needs so he wouldn't stink during the trip — which certainly brought another kind of suffering to the man.

"Just stay alive. We're almost there," Jon mocked the man, who swung in the wind as he began to tilt the dragon for landing.

The dragon — Winter — was easily seen by the free folk that afternoon. As soon as shadows appeared in the sky, voices echoed through the camp. Alarmed shouts mixed as the men pointed upward.

"The dragon is back!" they exclaimed after Jon had been gone for two moons.

Winter spread his wings to glide and dove swiftly through the sky, drawing screams from the free men and women who tried to shield themselves from the wind he created. Everyone was shouting Jon's name and pointing at him, recognizing his figure on the creature's back.

He circled the edge of the camp before starting to descend, flapping his wings a few more times. When he finally landed, it was with a crash that sent snow flying across the field below. It was the same spot where Winter made his nest. It looked cleaner than when he had left, since the free folk had cleaned up the animal remains Winter used to feed on.

Jon patted the creature's scales, satisfied to have returned.

"Good job," he murmured, before leaping from the dragon's back directly onto the frozen ground.

Winter turned to Jon and let out a small icy breath from his nostrils, a white mist spreading around them.

"I know, I know. Let's get this thing off your neck," said Jon, understanding the creature's reaction.

He asked it to lower its neck. When it did, Jon quickly broke the chains holding Gregor, who dropped to the ground with a dull thud. The already wounded leg bled again, the bandages unable to hold the open wound any longer.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm", the Mountain growled as best he could, glaring at Jon like he was looking at the man he hated most in the world at that moment.

"You looking at me like that almost feels like a compliment," Jon said, cracking a smile... "But don't worry. You'll hate me a lot more soon enough," he finished, before glancing at the hill around them, where people were beginning to run in his direction.

"You came back!" shouted a man of the free folk whom Jon didn't know the name of and who was closest to that part of the camp.

Others quickly followed behind.