Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 122 - A conversation with Jeor Mormont.

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Third Person POV.
The Wall.

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Jeor Mormont slowly opened his eyes as he began to see the ceiling of the room with some difficulty, dazed and somewhat lost, not exactly knowing what had happened.

He blinked a few times as the images started to return to his mind, remembering what had occurred, with him being knocked down by the Dragonrider attacking the Wall.

He immediately tried to get up, very aware of what could be happening, as someone approached him, preventing him from simply leaving his bed.

"You must remain calm, Lord Commander." Maester Aemon said, trying to avoid unnecessary effort.

"Maester Aemon? Tell me, what happened to the Wall?" he asked urgently, looking at the maester beside his bed.

"If you're afraid of the news that the Wall has fallen, I must inform you that you'll be quite disappointed, because that is, in fact, what happened." Maester Aemon commented in a calm tone.

"No..." Jeor could barely utter a denial—the Wall... had fallen.

He simply forgot about Aemon beside him with a worried look as all he could think was that he, the 997th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, had lost the Wall for the first time in an attack from the North in 8,000 years.

He didn't know if it was worse to be alive to live with this disgrace—perhaps they had left him alive so he could witness his own failure. It was a bitter taste.

"You should be glad you're alive; many didn't survive after the night of the attack over three days ago." Maester Aemon commented.

"Why did they leave me alive..." he murmured. He could expect that from Maester Aemon, given his important role and not being a dangerous man—but him...

"They left all the people of the Wall alive, at least those who surrendered. There were some from the free folk, as they call themselves now, who tried something, but Daemon Targaryen himself dealt with them personally yesterday. He doesn't want to harm the Watch and killed his own companions who disobeyed him with his bare hands." Aemon murmured, picking up a remedy nearby and bringing it to Jeor.

"..." Jeor stayed silent for a few seconds before turning back to Aemon.
"And what do they want with us now?"

"They want us to continue doing the work of the Watch. He wasn't lying when he gave us the conditions to surrender. He said the army of the dead is coming, and we need to use the Wall to keep them from crossing to the South." Aemon commented.

"This shit sounds so insane..." Jeor couldn't help but curse.

"Either way, drink this. Your body needs to recover a bit." Maester Aemon handed him a mug of some remedy for the Lord Commander—if he could still be called that.

It was at that moment that a raven flew in through the window, with sounds of people working outside, and landed at the head of the bed with a piece of paper. Jeor Mormont drank while eyeing the raven suspiciously, noticing something tied to its feet—a letter.

Aemon approached and took it, opening it right there, reading with some difficulty, bringing the letter as close to his face as possible.

"Looks like Daemon already knows you're awake and said to go to the Lord Commander's solar as soon as you're able." Aemon commented, while Jeor frowned.

"What to expect from a sorcerer like him," he murmured, wanting to curse but holding back, suspecting Jon might be listening, with the bird watching him intently.