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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.
"I'll let them know you'll stay here a few more hours to regain your strength." Aemon commented, but Jeor was already beginning to get up at that moment.
"I'm going there now... I need to know exactly what's going on." he murmured with an urgent tone, wanting to leave while the maester could do nothing to stop a man like Jeor, getting out of his bed as Aemon at least tried to help him.
Jeor stood with difficulty as he began to step unsteadily onto the floor. He started walking out, while outside, some rangers and free folk tending to the place were surprised to see Jeor Mormont struggling along, as a few helped him make his way to the solar.
He saw Benjen Stark at the door, who quickly came to assist him, entering with the man as Jeor Mormont saw Jon at his desk, sitting in his chair, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the Lord Commander.
"I didn't expect you to come right away, given your condition..." he said, analyzing the man being brought to the chair in front of him, then taking a seat.
"I want to get this over with." Jeor Mormont said in a dry tone as he sat down.
"Could you leave us alone, uncle?" Jon asked as Benjen nodded, stepping back outside.
"The place is now infested with savages..." he couldn't help but mutter, wanting to spit on the ground—years of his life fighting wildlings both on Bear Island and in the Night's Watch, only for them now to walk around like they owned the place he once commanded.
"Free folk... call them free folk, otherwise I won't save you." Jon said with a very calm tone.
"Aemon told me you want to keep the Watch." he commented.
"Yes... about 300 of you died, but half are still alive... I want you to keep guarding the North from the dead, as you've heard—and honestly, I don't care if you believe in it or not, just keep that gate shut and report any activity of a large group of corpses heading south." Jon said.
"While you go wreak havoc with your nearly 200 thousand... free folk." he murmured, holding back from calling them savages.
"I'm going south to claim what was taken from me as a birthright." Jon began.
"You think the Seven Kingdoms will accept you with an army of nearly 200 thousand wildlings south of the Wall, Targaryen or not?" he said in a dry tone.
"Drink this." Jon offered him wine. "It's not medicine, but it'll help." he said, as Jeor nodded after a moment, taking the cup of wine Jon offered and wetting his throat.
He didn't seem offended by the Lord Commander's words—he actually found them amusing, to be honest. He just smiled.
"You know very well that if I arrived in the South with a dragon, I'd easily have everyone's support..." Jon let that hang in the air as Jeor Mormont nodded. It was true—Jon could have the support of many if he revealed a dragon, but he hadn't.
"I chose the free folk first because they don't deserve to die on that side of the Wall just for being born there—no man should end up as a slave to those ice necromancers." Jon paused.
"The second reason is because it'll be much more interesting this way." Jeor Mormont swallowed hard at what Jon meant by that. He really wanted a war.
"I want my enemies to have a good reason to fight me—I don't want to kill surrendered men. I want them to have confidence, to find a reason to try to stop us. Without that, I won't have those I want to kill on the battlefield." Jon said.
"So you're set on war." Jeor Mormont murmured.
"More than that, I want revenge against the Targaryens and those who wronged me, but I won't go around destroying innocent people outside the conflict." Jon said, pulling a series of papers from Jeor Mormont's desk drawer and placing them on the table.
"Things are already in chaos, and you might think that nearly 200,000 free folk on this side of the Wall would escalate everything to an unprecedented level while the North is being attacked from all sides—but no... I intend to pacify the entire kingdom first." he explained, while Jeor remained silent as Jon picked up the first paper.
"Here we have... a betrayal that plunged the North into ruin during its southern campaign. The Boltons' betrayal killed more than half of the North's most important figures, and Robb seems to have come out alive after it all... but only time will tell." Jon commented, reading messages from the South.
He picked up another paper. "The Boltons are coming north with an army, alongside the Freys."
Another paper. "The ironborn are all over the North, pillaging and raping while surrounding several castles—including the Iron Islands. Your ten-year-old niece must be holding the place alone, quite sad."
Another paper. "The fleet that survived Stannis's failed attack on Blackwater and his attempt to take King's Landing is now coming north, answering the call of the Night's Watch..." Jon read the last one—so many things happening in the North alone.
"..." Jeor Mormont remained silent while Jon still held the final paper.
"This last one is interesting... You didn't mention the wildling army, but asked for help, and Stannis must have good advisors... he's coming to assist the Night's Watch before heading south to 'cleanse' the North, hoping for the strength of the Northerners to strike King's Landing a second time. He expects Lord Stark is still alive and can kneel to gain the North's support and that of all still loyal to House Stark..." Jon analyzed the situation. "What he doesn't expect is to find all the free folk so close to Castle Black and to the south." Jon said calmly.
"What do you plan...?" was all Jeor Mormont could ask Jon then.
"Isn't it obvious? First, we wait for Stannis's arrival—I'll have to take him down. Then I'll train the free folk alongside the ironborn, we'll wipe out everyone on this northern side and then go after the Boltons. After all, I still want my mother's family in control of Winterfell, though I don't particularly like my uncle... I also intend to deal with any northern resistance after the Boltons. My uncle and maybe my cousin are still alive, so I can deal with them on the battlefield." Jon calmly stated his plans.
"What do you plan to do with Lord Stark?" Jeor asked with a furrowed brow. "He's still your uncle, isn't he?"
"I wouldn't call him a caring uncle. I intend to deal with him one way or another. Even if he survives everything, he will no longer be Lord of Winterfell." Jon said.
"..." Jeor Mormont remained silent, not wanting to continue this conversation.
"You're thinking about what's going to happen from now on?" Jon said for him, and he nodded.
"You will return to your duties as Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and resume the watch—only the watch. Leave the South to me. Obviously, I won't let the information about my dragon leave here yet, and I'm shooting down any raven leaving Castle Black that isn't meant for me. Don't make me have to execute you—I still intend to help the North, even your House, since our first stop will be removing the ironborn from your land." Jon said.
"Anyway... you'd better get some rest. I'll stay in your solar for a few more days to take care of a few things while I catch up on what's happening in Westeros and plan the best strategy to tame the North." Jon said, starting to stand up.
"Go back to the maester. I'll ask Benjen to take care of it." Jon said as he walked out, finding his uncle and telling him to help Jeor.
Jon then made his way to the courtyard, where Night's Watch men and free folk were working together, repairing all the areas destroyed by the attack. The atmosphere was tense, but they still followed Jon's orders.
His gaze fell on the massive gate that was nearly finished, soon to be placed back in the entrance Jon had destroyed with the Thu'um of force.
It would be installed soon. Jon then looked toward Ghost, lying in the middle of the area with his tongue out, and walked over to pet him.
"Dany stayed at the camp. I'll go bring her to spend the night here." he said, stroking his grown wolf.
"Open the gates!!" someone shouted at that moment, catching Jon's attention as he looked to the entrance being opened, several people riding in on horseback—and Jon immediately recognized the one leading them, with Mance approaching him as soon as he saw him.
Everyone grew curious as Mance wore a slightly displeased expression.
"Tell me what happened?" Jon asked.
"We had a problem... Jon. A group from our camp went out and raided a small village nearby—they killed almost everyone..." Mance said.
"Mole's Town?" Jon asked, referring to the nearby settlement.
"No... it was a village of farmers." he replied.
"Those bastards, how dare they disobey me!" Jon was furious as Ghost rose quickly to his feet.
"Have someone take care of things here. I'll deal with those responsible myself." Jon said, grabbing a horse and riding off at a trot, Ghost following close behind, while his men and Mance raced after him toward the camp set up on the Gift lands.
-------------Nexts Chapters ----------------
Chapter 127 - Actions on Bear Island 01.
Chapter 132 - The Child Blamed for the Crimes of Their Parents.
Chapter 142 - The Answer of Daemon Targaryen.
Chapter 151 - Let's Flay this Bolton.
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