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Third Person POV.
The Gift.
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Jon ran with his axe in hand while the Free Folk men stood stunned by it. The first one he charged at couldn't react before his head was ripped open by the blade and fell to the ground without seeming to feel pain in his death.
The others were surprised, but Jon was already upon them, starting to cut them down, moving his weapon with ease as he carved a path of corpses.
The villagers of that settlement were certainly surprised as they watched the deaths of those who had been killing them like animals, at the hands of that stranger who didn't even seem human, as he was killing men by the dozens.
"Please! Forgive me!!" One of the last ones still alive from the group Jon was killing dropped his weapon in despair, seeing everyone else die.
"There will be no forgiveness. Pick up your weapon and fight like a warrior in your last moment of life. I won't kill an unarmed man." Jon spoke with disgust, in a few words making it clear he would leave no one alive there, while all the others a bit further away, seeing Jon slaughter the men, began to either prepare themselves or even surrender, watching as everyone there was dying like animals.
"..." The man, hearing that, did not pick up his weapon, afraid of the monster they had angered.
"Your lives are my responsibility. After all, I'm the one who put you on this side of the Wall. After all the destruction you caused, I will spare no one. I've already eliminated more than half the group Barr gathered. But if you don't want to pick up your weapon to fight in the last moment of your life, very well. I'll leave it to another." Jon spoke in a tone loud enough to be heard throughout the entire village without difficulty.
In the next moment, Ghost ran behind him and leapt at the unarmed man, baring his teeth as he knocked him to the ground, both startled.
"You will be devoured. Which is one of the worst ways to die." Jon said with disdain while the wolf ate the rebel until he was dead.
Other wolves soon entered the village, beginning to attack everyone while Jon also joined in, taking care of the archers who tried to shoot down any wolf that approached.
It was easy to kill all the Free Folk men with bows while the wolves invaded, killing the men effortlessly. After all, there were slightly more wolves still alive, and the fifty direwolves quickly killed everyone, even those who tried to hide inside houses, devoured by wolves invading the place by scent.
The very survivors there screamed in fear as death surrounded them, with men being eaten while begging for mercy.
Jon walked through all that following chaos toward the front, where there was a group the wolves had not killed, but at least twenty wolves surrounded this group, growling at them while Jon had commanded them only to corner the group, not attack while there were hostages.
Because they were holding at least ten people, mainly women and children, under the swords Jon had given to the Free Folk on the other side of the Wall, which they had brought with them.
Jon approached as the twenty direwolves gave way for him to pass, axe in hand, looking at them with cold eyes.
Everyone turned their gaze to Jon with pure fear as he came closer, indicating that none of them could leave that place alive after all they had seen. Jon was determined to kill every last one of them.
"Don't come closer! We'll kill them all!" one of the men shouted with more desperation than confidence as Jon stopped near them.
"Well... you know that no one here is going to live, right?" he asked in an indifferent tone.
"If you don't want us to kill them, you must let us go!" another exclaimed, stammering.
"You know that's not going to happen. Even if I let you leave here, my wolves will be following you. They'll hunt you all over the North. You won't even be able to sleep at night, because they'll wait for the right moment to kill you while not harming the hostages. Do you know what kind of life you'll have?" Jon spoke calmly as everyone swallowed hard.
The women and children there watched cautiously, unsure whether they feared more the wolves over 1.5 meters tall or the men holding swords close to them.
The town was already full of corpses of all the Free Folk killed by wolves or by Jon, while there were some fallen villagers from before Jon arrived, and houses were burning.
More and more wolves began to approach them, making the group of 8 men even more frightened as they found themselves surrounded.
"Please... don't kill us like this! Forgive us!" they began to cry and beg.
"There will be no forgiveness. You betrayed my trust, and I won't stop until I've eliminated the last of you." He was clear and decisive.
They furrowed their brows, until one of them looked at the snarling teeth all around them, accepting his fate after everything.
"Will you remove our souls?" he asked fearfully, this being the worst kind of death, as they had already seen what Jon was capable of—granting them the right to rest after death.
"A part of me wants to, but I don't intend to be that cruel. Your deaths are enough." He declared.
"Alright... as long as you give us a quick death. Being devoured is not something I wish, it's quite a horrible way to go..." he murmured, and the others seemed to accept it as well.
"Very well." Jon said and raised his hand, grabbing all eight of their necks with his telekinesis. In the next moment, he snapped them before they could react, showing that even if he had been blackmailed with villagers as hostages, he could have easily ended it all.
Jon commanded the wolves to back off in the next moment—there was no one left alive among those who attacked the village. The first thing those who had been hostages did was run as fast as they could, now that no giant wolves were near them.
They ran to their families, while people around the village kept their eyes fixed on Jon from all directions, most of them hiding, afraid that they too might be devoured or killed by that man who, despite killing all the savages, had done it all alone—and that frightened them even more.
"Who is the leader of this village?" Jon asked loudly, looking toward the trembling eyes fixed on him.
Many looked at a boy who swallowed hard, standing in a corner of the village. He must have been about 16 years old, as he awkwardly approached Jon, very afraid.
"My father was the leader here. But he was killed..." he murmured, afraid that Jon might kill him.
"I'm sorry for what happened here. The responsibility is mine. Unfortunately, I can't bring the dead back to life, but I will compensate you with gold and supplies. I only ask that you take care of the place and also of the women held captive in the forest nearby. Keep them safe for now. Help will come in a few days. And this should help you." Jon said as he began to pull out resources like food directly from his dimensional space in front of his hand, everything falling at their feet.
The boy stood there, paralyzed, not knowing whether to react to the things appearing out of nowhere or to the fear he still felt for Jon—which only grew as he watched him do something he barely understood how was even possible.
"Anyway, I'll still be hunting down the last of them. Clean up the bodies scattered throughout the village and you may keep their weapons to protect yourselves from any other attacks. I promise help will arrive soon." he said, while the young man only nodded.
Jon began summoning several Springers, which spread throughout the village, helping to heal those with more serious wounds, while the people looked at the forest creatures, frightened, though they healed them and then moved away.
The villagers didn't understand what those things were.
Jon called his horse a moment later and rode off from the village along with his pack of 50 wolves, heading south, following the last trail while Winter soared above in the sky.
It didn't take long for Jon to find them, reaching them when they were in the middle of a conflict with Umber men, who were fighting against the wildlings transporting women south as prisoners after leaving all the others dead behind in the villages.
When word spread that a wildling army had crossed the Wall, many people began fleeing the Gift. It was clear that the news had already reached the nearby castles and that Last Hearth would soon send men to assess the situation.
At least 50 Umber men had been sent north to investigate the wildling army and had stumbled upon this group of 100 wildlings, resulting in an immediate skirmish. They were struggling against wildlings now trained to fight in groups, like an army. They had lost many men and killed only a handful of enemies, facing a severe disadvantage.
Jon saw this and rode into battle. When he reached one of the hills, seeing the fight in the distance, he simply drew his bow and began firing arrows rapidly, pulling them quickly from his dimensional space, loosing one at each target with incredible precision and high speed, drawing only the bow as the arrows appeared in his hand with just a thought.
Dozens of targets in seconds from 200 meters away. For him, it was easy.
The rain of arrows swiftly arrived, beginning to kill men with accurate shots to the skull, while everyone was thrown into fear. More than two dozen were dead before they could even properly react.
"Someone's shooting arrows at us from behind! Quick, quick, attack!" Barr shouted desperately, leading the Free Folk as they found themselves caught between a frontal fight and one or more archers shooting at them from afar. A group then charged backward while most still tried to hold off the rest of the Umber soldiers ahead.
The arrows kept coming, eliminating more and more men from the main group, while those dozen charging toward the archer were ignored, the shots flying over their heads.
Jon remained there. They were at least 200 meters from the group. He had already eliminated three dozen of them, showing he was lethal with a weapon.
"It can't be..." As the Free Folk approached Jon, all widened their eyes upon recognizing the purple-eyed man firing arrows at them nonstop from atop his horse, and their steps slowed in fear of the one who had taken the Wall—and whom they had betrayed.
"Too late." Jon said with a cold gaze as the giant wolves came up behind him from below the hill, from an angle they hadn't seen. Before they could even react, the creatures leapt on them, tearing them apart.
Jon continued firing arrows while the Free Folk no longer knew what to do in that situation.
Then, some began to flee, while the Umber men tried to cut them down. Jon spotted one of them running for his life—it was Barr himself, seemingly realizing he would die there, while Jon wanted to have a conversation with him before killing him.
An arrow flew toward the one who was running, striking his thigh the next moment as he collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain.
Some Umber men tried to run after him.
"Don't touch the one who fell with the arrow!" Jon exclaimed with his unusual voice, startling the men, who looked toward the hill wondering how a man could shout so loudly from that distance, while Jon continued approaching on his horse, and the giant wolves quickly charged forward, devouring all the others who tried to flee.
It was a scene of hunting and carnage so efficient that none of the other twenty surviving Umber men could move any further afterward, watching those creatures devour all the remaining wildlings, while their horses stood terrified by the sight.
Jon approached Barr and stopped, ignoring the eyes fixed on him. He looked down at the man lying on the ground, who widened his eyes.
"So you thought you could just do whatever you wanted after crossing the Wall? Well... how disappointing." Jon kept a cold stare.
"Are you going to take my soul?" he murmured in terror.
"Yes. I may not have taken the soul of any of the four hundred men you pulled from the camp to do whatever you wanted in the North, but someone has to serve as an example. You will not have your rest after death." Jon spoke coldly.
Barr began to tremble, his nervous system and mind unable to handle the thought that this was his fate. He barely managed to speak another word before his neck was cleaved by the axe, his head rolling several meters until Jon raised his hand toward the body, beginning to extract a purple energy and imprison his soul elsewhere.
The Umber men watched it all, horrified, while the wolves gathered near Jon. They didn't know how to react.
Jon turned to them at that moment. "My name is Daemon Targaryen, and these Free Folk men betrayed me to create the chaos you've seen in the northern villages. I eliminated them all myself, but there were many casualties." Jon said, looking at them. "I want to know who is the leader here."
He asked as a man cautiously stepped forward.
"I want you to send aid to all the villages that were attacked." Jon said, as he began pulling out a sack of gold and tossed it to the ground near him. "I want you to care for all those who suffered because of these men who attacked, and also care for the women here. This should help a bit. And if I find out that you neglected or misused this gold, I will come after you myself. Will your lord understand? Because make no mistake—I could turn Last Hearth into rubble if you don't help these people."
Jon spoke with a serious tone.
"You're that Daemon Targaryen... You're with the wildlings. You were the one who helped them cross the Wall?" the man murmured, while Jon nodded.
"Yes. Tell your lord, whoever is at Last Hearth—I'm leading the Free Folk. I'll pacify the North and make everyone kneel to me. There is a fight in the future that will explain why I'm with the Free Folk, but that's for later. If your lord wants to be my enemy, so be it. I know the hatred you all have toward the people beyond the Wall. Still, we will fight for a place in these lands, and I won't fight a fair war between armies, but I still want you to help the villagers who suffered at the hands of the Free Folk. Otherwise... I'll attack Last Hearth with a dragon."
Jon said, mounting his horse as he rode back north with the wolves following him.
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Chapter 129 - Actions on Bear Island 03.
Chapter 134 - Advancing Toward Dreadfort.
Chapter 144 - Change of Plans, Advancing Through Tallhart Territory.
Chapter 153 - Heading to Deepwood Motte.
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