Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 159 - Skagos.

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Third Person POV.

North.

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Daemon finally left the camp while everyone watched Winter ascend into the sky and disappear for a while, before returning to the march south under Mance's leadership.

Meanwhile, Daemon, with Winter, advanced eastward, passing by Karhold, seeing a large group of men leaving the place, which meant that Alys was finally heading to Winterfell with all the free folk, their clothes distinguishable as he flew over them on his dragon.

In any case, he continued eastward with Winter, and it didn't take long before the island of Skagos came into view. Flying atop the dragon, the first thing Daemon did was check where the main cities on the island were. Then he decided to move through the place, circling it a few times before deciding what to do first.

Winter tilted, descending quickly toward the largest city he had found, and it didn't take long for the massive white bulk of Winter to draw attention, as the very air emitted a sound from his beating wings.

Everyone who was in an open area looked up almost simultaneously on that side of the city, catching everyone by surprise.

No one could react until, suddenly, they could see a huge dragon flying over the city, while Winter's roar echoed from the sky, his presence and sound making the entire city tremble.

The infrastructure was not very good, as they used nothing but wood in the city, with a small wall around the place and houses made of the same material. There was no stone or iron.

The shouting among the people, regardless of gender or age, was quickly heard by Daemon. They screamed in fear of the unknown and immense bird-like creature, something unfamiliar to most of them, which was frightening when no one had ever seen such a creature before nor knew what it was.

His wings kept beating, generating even more wind. Daemon circled the city once more, watching the people preparing weapons, mainly bows, to bring Winter down.

He wanted to see how many warriors would rise, and it was a good number — in the hundreds in that city alone. Perhaps the Skagos could gather 5,000 soldiers, which would already be good — not for the number of soldiers, but for the symbol it would bring, uniting all the North under this banner.

Everything revolved around symbolism. He needed to think through each of his moves, as conquering the throne was one thing, but even harder would be keeping it, especially when Daemon could no longer be here and his descendants had to rule. He had to leave a lasting image in his conquest, better than what Aegon the Conqueror had done.

In any case, Daemon grew tired of circling the city and advanced toward one of the gates, landing smoothly at the entrance, with the nearby trees almost bending under the force of the wind caused by Winter, as he waited atop the dragon.

He waited a bit for the people to calm down, while he could still feel the entire city frightened by the dragon standing at one of the entrances.

It didn't take long before people arrived, the gate was opened, and Daemon was received with shouting in the background as those men advanced with fearful looks. They had no wall, so they had no choice but to face the dragon and the man riding on its back head-on.

A bearded man approached — somewhat red-haired, not as much as Tormund, but still red-haired. He looked at Winter with both caution and awe, seeing the creature for the first time. He knew what a dragon was, at least from what he had heard. Then his gaze shifted to the man atop the dragon.