Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 109 - Uncle Benjen.

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Third Person POV.
Beyond of the Wall.

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Jon approached the camp while the group behind him began to organize, putting away their weapons as some went to see the healers for a few injuries sustained in the fight—nothing serious, thanks to their armor.

"Jon..." Ygritte approached Jon while he was accompanied by the men who had come to meet them with information about Benjen.

"I'm going to talk to my uncle, if that's what you're going to ask..." Jon replied, not wanting to delay it while his gaze shifted to Tormund coming right behind.

"Can you handle the organization?" he asked.

"Of course. Let's go, everyone!" Tormund nodded and began shouting orders while Jon walked toward the side of the camp, with Val and Ygritte still following silently behind him.

Jon found an open area between the tents on that side, and there was a group of men wearing black tied to posts, while an irritating growling sound came from near them—about three wights were also tied up in the same area.

"You put the patrol with the undead. No wonder they're so disturbed." Jon smiled, as he could see their terrified faces studying those creatures that were far from pretty.

They weren't even paying attention to the group approaching them, completely fixated on those supernatural things.
"They mocked us when they heard our talk about finding any wights near the area, and said we went mad while searching for white walkers, so we put them among the dead to make it very clear what's happening here north of the Wall..." the man said.

"I see..." Jon simply said calmly as he approached the group with a slight smile.

"Well, what do we have here..." Jon took a step forward, and the men finally began to notice him—especially the one named Benjen Stark, who recognized him immediately after seeing him in Winterfell a year ago.

"Jon..." he murmured, while the group looked cautiously at Jon, seeing that he was clearly the leader there, and a few recognized him from a brief encounter Jon had with them, by coincidence.

"...Snow? And to think I'd meet you here before reaching the Wall... Benjen Stark..." Jon said, looking at the man with interest.

"It was you... the one who used sorcery a year ago!" the youngest murmured as he recognized him immediately.

He had been in the group of people Jon encountered to gather information from the south before crossing the Wall. Jon hadn't been gentle with them, using his telekinesis to lift them into the air, which had been terrifying for them.

The growling from the wights continued to the point that Jon became instantly irritated and created a space with a wave of his hand, muting all sound from them. Their mouths still opened, but no noise came out anymore, surprising everyone present.

"So you were here, north of the Wall..." Benjen murmured, ignoring that strange thing his nephew had just done.

"And it was you that I met a year ago, wasn't it?" he asked carefully.

"Yes..." Jon replied.

A year ago, while scouting the area near the Wall, flying with Eragon—after all, he wanted to inspect the Wall ahead of time to create strategies before moving his army against it—he flew over a place where no one would notice and spotted movement between the trees. He saw a group of Night's Watch men. With his owl, one of his bonded creatures, he saw a trap set for the patrolmen, and Jon hadn't really cared about it—until his owl saw the group and he recognized his uncle.