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  Jon Snow POVSomewhere on North.

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  The brightness of the space around me gradually faded, leaving me enveloped only by silend the endless snow of the sky. Before me stretched majestic mountains, gentle hills, slerees, and some dense forests, but there was no sign of civilization in the viity. I hadn't breathed this familiar air for years, and the atmosphere stirred long-buried memories of my childhood in Winterfell. However, I had never left the fines of Winterfell, so I found myself disoriented as to which part of the North I was in at this moment.

  As I assessed my own dition, I realized I was shirtless, wearing only pants and unarmed. Upourning to this world, I was pelled to abandon all my possessions in Skyrim; at least the Daedric Princes had the deot to leave me pletely naked whe here. I fixed my gaze on the highest point and decided to make my way there, seeking guidance from the altitude. It was a small 300-meter cliff, and not knowily how to start the climb, I improvised using the nearby rocks. I wondered about the impression I would make on any observer ieros entering a shirtless man climbing rocks in the heart of the northern cold. My resistao the cold was about 50% as a Nord and a Stark—not that all Westerosi Nords were like that, but I gaihis ability as soon as I entered Skyrim. Despite this resistance, I invoked a skio mitigate the impact of the frigid enviro, which left me quite fortable.

  The climb took about 20 minutes, but I felt no fatigue. In fact, I experienced an unusual excitement; it was good to be ba a pce you haven't set foot in for over a decade, although I khat nothing would be as it once was. My enemies, whether my uncle, his ally ohrone, or all those who participated in the plot that led to my father's death and sequently my mother's, as well as the horrible death of my half-siblings, would have something to say, and I would collect from them with i. Their fate would be sealed once I set foot on this soil again. Revenge was a debt that I, at least, should honor on behalf of those who lost their lives to others' ambitions, no matter the chaos I would create on this ti.

  Upon reag the summit, I was engulfed by a se that took my breath away. Before me stretched mountain ranges reag kilometric heights, lush forests, winding rivers, and an endless expanse of snow c all horizons. Amazed, I couldn't help but refle how far I was from my point in. "At least I'm still in the north," I murmured to myself. My vision, enhanced by experiences in Skyrim, far surpassed that of an ordinary human. I sought to dis details in the vastness around me, the wildlife blending into the ndscape. However, what caught my attention was a faint smoke rising among the trees; someone roup was camping. Without hesitation, I charted a course to the location, about 4 kilometers away, eager for my first enter after my return.

  As I walked, I summoned four spectral wolves to scour the area. I was a juration and alteration expert, a powerful archmage feared not only in Skyrim but throughout Tamriel for my mastery of these schools, among my other specialties.

  For an hour, I leisurely traversed the semi-nude ice, barely feeling the temperature thanks to the spell I had cast. My natural and spell-enhanced resistao the cold, coupled with my fiery temperament, made the walk more fortable. At that moment, I allowed myself a brief refle on my own memories of who I used to be and who I am now. Recalling the time when I was a shy and quiet child, I realized that over a decade of adventures had shaped my personality. Today, I sidered myself an arrogant person, stantly seeking battles and challenges, whether against humans, monsters, dragons, demons, or even gods. Adapting to the blood-boiling fights over the years elevated my instincts to a new level. I now walked without excessive s for my surroundings, my wolves patrolling the area, and my body naturally alert to any surprises that might unch against me.

  After awenty minutes of walking into the forest, I came across a group of people gathered around a campfire. From their attire and appearance, I identified them as wildlings beyond the Wall, the savage people and raiders I had heard so much about in Winterfell during my childhood. Memories of old Nan's dark tales crossed my mind, and a smile formed on my lips. I asked myself: What would that woman say if she saw what I witnessed during the twelve years I spent in Skyrim?

  I ehe field of view of my future "friends" without hesitation, walking as if su enter were the most natural thing in the world. It didn't take long for the first person to notice me, their surprised expressioing the other thirteen wild panions present.

  The group quickly brandished their ons, keeping a safe distance. I stopped walking and crossed my arms, a slight smile ad my face as I looked at each of them. It was evident how cautious they were, uandably surprised to enter a shirtless, barefoot, unarmed man dressed only in pants in the midst of that inhospitable ndscape. However, my presence did not vey the typical image of a "beggar" in the snow. Besides appearing fortable in that icy climate, I stood out with my two meters of height, athletic definition, bright purple eyes, and a face that would make any woman want to spend a night with me in her bed. I maintained fidence, fag the threat posed by more than a dozen people as if it were a passing breeze.

  "Hello," I simply pronounced, apanying the greeting with a friendly smile.

  "Who are you, stranger?" One of them, gathering ce, growled the question.

  "Me? I'm just a man lost in this frozen nd; you tell me where I am?" I inquired curiously, seeking information.

  "Don't lie to me, southerner. You don't look like one of the Free Folk! You must be a crow!" Anrunted, expressing distrust. I was surprised at how quickly hostility maed, even sidering the stories that had circuted for over a decade.

  "What mood is this? I'm just asking a question; is your people so fanatical?" I raised my eyebrows, questioning the iy of the rea.

  "We shouldn't answer any questions from a crow! Take him, let's fy him alive and deliver his head to Mahe first, ed by anger, expressed the desire to kill me immediately. 'I just asked a question,' I reflected. "What a grumpy bunch..." I muttered.

  Two individuals advaowards me, armed and with ropes in hand to restrain me. In these circumstances, I couldn't help but wish I had mastery over destruagiot because I , but because I imagihe shock it would cause if I jured fireballs and lightning—a fun thought that permeated my mind. However, as a true son of Skyrim from the North, I grew indifferent to the are arts and alreferred an axe or sword. Although I became an archmage in the schools of alteration and juration out of y many years ter, my Thu'um, a destructive force, was my primary skill iru, even though I didn't sider it literal are magic. I had used this ability to defeat many magic practitioners, including the detestable Thalmor, who sidered themselves superior to all other races. I massacred them like ants during my travels across the ti, and it was no surprise that I was their most hated being, prompting them to send assassins after me for years. It was fun fag the brave ones who wao kill the fearsome Dragonborn.

  As the troached, my patience wore thin in the face of their fideo restrain and kill me, merely because they outnumbered me? What irritated me more was the arrogane people dispyed in my presence. "More arrogant than I am?" I smiled as I pohat thought. Without hesitation, I delivered a punch to the neck of the man with my left hand. The sound of the impact, breaking his neck, echoed throughout the small wild camp, and he fell immediately to the ground, his death swift.

  The other wildling nearby froze momentarily, as did the rest of the group, all shocked by what had just occurred. However, this state of shock sted only a few seds. The man rose to his feet from beside his dead friend and brandished his axe with the iion to kill me. Unfortunately for him, when he swung the blow, the result was not what he expected. I grabbed his arm with my free hand, delivered a precise kick to the groin, f him to kneel with the sound of breaking eggs. His hand released the axe, and in the moment, his skull was crushed by the on after another move.

  Their paniooo far away to offer immediate help, but by killing the first one, another sixteen wildlings were already charging towards me, determio annihite me. If any of them were archers, anger obscured any thought of attag from a distance, and they all ran frantically into melee frontation. The crowd advaowards me with ferocity.

  As the group surged toward me, I took a few steps back, skillfully dodging and repelling the relentless attacks. Though I did my best, wielding a single small axe against all the wildlings was a fun challenge, even for the Dragonborn. The speed of the fight eluded my trol, and in this situation, I resorted to an a I never imagined exeg on my first day siurning to this world.

  I stepped back, keeping a cautious distance from my enemies who persisted in their pursuit, shouting and cursing at me. In that moment, I mao take down three more amid the chaos of g ons, but su achievement only further ihe small crowd as they realized they had failed to annihite me. Taking a deep breath and raising my voice to the maximum, I decred:

  "[- FUS RO DAH!!]"

  The thunder of my voice resohroughout the forest, blue energy emanating from my words. I witnessed nine bodies being thrown like dolls, along with nearby trees and the i bodies I had eliminated earlier. The force of the shockwave sent them airborne, some colliding with tree branches, others crashing against trunks, pieces of wood, and rocks, while some crawled across the ground, raising dust and snow in the process. The grandeur of the impact echoed in nature, a demonstration of the power that I, the Dragonborn, possessed.Some mao escape the attack area, but with a whistle, the st four in shock were swiftly taken by surprise as spectral wolves cmped onto their necks after emerging from the forest, waiting for my and.I didn't o check to firm that most of the wildlings had perished uhe overwhelming impay shout. As the dust settled, two mier, I walked the path carved in the middle of the white Northern snow, ign the men dying from the wolves. Amidst groans and the sound of someone spitting blood, I realized that only four still breathed. However, two of them were beyond saving. I picked up a bronze sword from the ground and, with the iion of easing their suffering, put ao the agony of those two.

  I approached the two survivors, whose broken bones bore wito the brutality of the flict. Arrogand anger were repced by fear and horror when I altered the ndscape of the small area with just three words spoken in a nguage unknown to them—the nguage ons. The men trembled before the immihreat, an uandable rea, as they kheir lives were about to end. However, I sought to extract as muformation as possible before cluding this situation.

  "I heard you mention someone named Mance. Where I find him?" I inquired, smiling, as I watched them with pierg eyes. The fear stamped on their faces alpable, and I was determio gather all necessary information before bringing this episode to a close.

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