Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

[Chapter Size: 1800 Words.]

Third Person POV.

Somewhere on North.

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The entrance to the mountain was infested with undead all over the place, from the structure of the entrance to the open fields, due to the sheer number of them. They were gathered together like a giant anthill, with all their blue eyes focused on the entrance.

The undead were merely waiting for orders from their masters, keeping their gazes fixed on where the intruder had entered.

And not far from there, something emerged within a snowstorm, more powerful than the one created by Jon. Its leader was walking towards the mountain in front of the storm. He was far more dangerous than any other White Walker there.

As he approached the area, an army of such size appeared with him, coming from the north along with the storm that was calming. It was filled with giants and other creatures, their blue eyes shining brighter than any others, representing the sheer malevolence of that monster. This was the king of the army of the dead: the Night King. With his cold gaze, he observed the mass of wights at a distance, covering the area while keeping his eyes fixed on the cave—something there that he wanted for ages but had never had the chance to obtain...

His gaze suddenly shone brighter, as if sensing something coming from inside the mountain, and then he gave an order to his slaves at that very moment.

The undead began moving slightly, but only one stepped forward toward the gate where Jon had entered and advanced towards the entrance, only to explode and fall dead the moment it crossed the line, leaving nothing but a corpse on the ground. But this did not stop the advance, as a second wight also moved forward, crossing the entrance before collapsing to the ground like the first.

The third stepped forward and did the same. They began to move one by one, crossing the gate, while their bodies fell to the ground, losing their magic but testing how long the gate would continue emitting its protection.

Jon had noticed this and knew he had no time to waste. While speaking to the dragon, touching it calmly, he knew there was a problem, as the dragon, frozen in ice for so long, wouldn't be in any condition to fly out, but he had no choice now.

"Let's go..." He touched the dragon.

He quickly started climbing up the dragon to its back beneath the neck, uttering another Thu'um to control and force it, as it was predictable that this female would panic, which would be bad for the escape. So he had to force her.

"Come on, girl, we need to get out of here quickly," he said again, touching her white scales as she began to adjust herself. He tried to control her body with his Thu'um, forcing her to move toward the exit.

The undead kept passing through the gate as Jon watched the dragon make a great effort, leaning forward with her wings spread pointing towards the corridor from which he had come, until, with a great impulse, she started flapping her wings, taking off from that floor toward the next corridor above them, the one they had come from, but with great difficulty. She let out a groan of pain, probably having cramps, but still continued making the effort.

She managed to reach a certain height until she began to fall, clinging to the entrance of the corridor only with her claws, almost falling back to the floor below, her claws scratching the ground, making a great effort to pull herself up, putting considerable strength into her front limbs, until she finally succeeded, and Jon sighed.

"Good girl. Now we just need to get past the entrance and through the other wights..." He spoke, patting her back as they proceeded through the corridor, the weight of the massive dragon making a heavy noise.

Jon hoped to get out of there flying, but things were not in his favor. At that moment, one of the undead jumped into the gate, falling to the ground. Suddenly, it raised its head, indicating that the protection had been destroyed, which meant the barrier had ended.

All the undead seemed to have realized this, beginning to advance and fall through the gate in the next moment like ants.

"This is bad," Jon murmured, already understanding what was happening. "Come on, girl, let's go, we need to be quick!!" He slapped her back to hurry the dragon, which began to push forward, limping slightly but advancing down the corridor despite the immense pain.

It didn't take long for the first undead to appear, running towards them. Jon moved quickly, leaning his body to the side, holding onto the dragon. He took a deep breath before releasing a Thu'um shout, which instantly threw the giant zombies away, stunning them as the dragon moved past. But it wasn't enough; after all, all the undead were pouring through the entrance at that moment, like a true swarm of insects piling on top of one another.

Again, he let out a Thu'um shout to drive away all the zombies that tried to block their path again, causing some to begin retreating towards the entrance. The way was finally visible to Jon, but the wave of zombies kept accumulating, forcing him to think of another tactic.

"Yol Toor Shul!" he exclaimed, and the tone shone with the light of flames escaping from his mouth, sending forth a massive wave of fire, burning all the zombies ahead with animalistic screams.

Due to using many shouts, the effect he had over the female dragon began to fade, causing her to become frightened, slowing down as she saw thousands of zombies, some of them burning and piling up at the entrance, with many running toward her.

"Come on, girl, we're almost there! We need to get out of here urgently, or we won't survive!" Jon tried to speak to her in the ancient language. "We have no choice, it's forward or death! Come on, girl, let's go!" Jon tried to encourage her, and she began to regain her resolve, starting to run again as she saw the opening to the sky.

As he encouraged her, he unleashed another Thu'um at the zombies that were beginning to gather at the entrance, trying to block their path. Several undead began to grab at the dragon as they passed through the crowd, starting to beat her wings near the entrance, gaining altitude and finally advancing through the exit that Jon had created.

The white dragon burst forth, flying into the sky, roaring in pain as she was bitten in multiple parts of her body, with zombies clinging on, trying to bite and stab her with the weapons they held.

Jon quickly began to free the dragon from all the wights using telekinesis as they ascended above the army of the dead. Some zombies were shooting rusted arrows at them, but they managed to escape, moving away from the mountain entrance, while Jon let out a sigh with a small smile forming on his lips.

"Good girl." He finished pulling off all the zombies clinging to her skin, leaving behind a few wounds.

ROORRR The female let out a low groan of pain, and Jon touched her skin, trying to soothe her as they left the army of the dead behind, continuing on as she kept flapping her wings to stay airborne, though with great difficulty, roaring in pain all the while, from both her numbed muscles and the injuries.

"I'll tend to your wounds later. Just keep going, we need to get out of here and head back south," Jon said as the dragon continued flapping her wings to remain in the air, despite the pain.

Jon was relieved to leave the dead behind, but then his gaze shifted to the side, where he saw another group just as large as the one they had just passed. It wasn't the undead that caught his attention, but something leading them. Among them was a White Walker unlike any he had seen before, with a more powerful aura, wearing a kind of crown on his head.

"Who is that? Is he the leader of all the White Walkers?" Jon murmured, watching as the figure took an ice spear from another White Walker who had brought it to him, beginning to position himself to throw it at the dragon. Jon raised an eyebrow, sensing the danger of the moment.

"This is bad... Come on, girl, to the right, quickly!" Jon exclaimed in the ancient language, while the dragon began to change its position. Since they had their backs to that other White Walker preparing the spear, it would be difficult for Jon to defend them, so they started moving to the west. When the White Walker finally finished positioning himself, he hurled the ice spear, which flew at high speed toward them.

Jon didn't think twice before taking his new weapon out of his dimensional pocket, waiting for the spear to come precisely where they were, aimed at the white dragon's heart.

"Now." He said, and threw the Leviathan Axe towards the oncoming spear at high speed. The axe quickly intercepted the spear, clashing with a crack in the air, as both neutralized each other and fell from the sky. Jon raised his hand, making the axe pause in the air for a moment before it began to spin back towards his hand.

"What an incredible weapon..." Jon murmured, satisfied. "Well, we made it. Now we just need to get out of his range, to the south." Jon commented as the dragon still struggled to get away, finally leaving the armies of the dead behind.

The White Walker—or rather, the Night King—looked on with a neutral expression, though a certain fury could be seen in his eyes as he watched the dragon move farther away. Even though he hadn't expected to capture it, with the protection that repelled them at the entrance, he still hadn't anticipated someone from the world of the living showing up here and taking the dragon right under his nose.

But now, with them fleeing, he might even send a group to pursue them, though he doubted it would succeed. Still, having the dragon would help greatly in his goal of destroying this world.

In any case, the shine of the Three-Eyed Raven had ceased to exist. He had finally rid himself of his greatest enemy, though he didn't know how it had happened, and his plans to move south could be quickly accelerated to invade the realms of men.

Meanwhile, Jon finally managed to relax, enjoying the cold northern wind, heading south at last, looking for a place to land before continuing. After all, the dragon was badly hurt and needed help after exerting itself so much.

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