Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic – ASOIAF/GOT GOT

Chapter 402 – Do Not Touch My Animals…

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Third Person POV

Deepwood Motte, 300 AC.

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At Deepwood Motte, Lord Glover did not quite know what to think about the last week.

Letters against the Order of Maesters, letters from Bear Island, and letters demanding his loyalty to the Starks had arrived.

They said that Arctic was about to claim the North as heir to the Iron Throne, just as he was granting the power of Winterfell to Bran Stark, completely removing Robb's right, whether he was alive or not.

These were some of the things that had been happening. However, he could not deny that something big was happening in the North. Even though he had not been on Bear Island at the beginning, he quickly sent ships to check.

At the same time, on the Iron Islands, raiders appeared near the castle, the reavers were fleeing in every direction after a night of flames a few kilometers from the walls of Deepwood Motte, shouting that an army of armored men, wanting to kill everyone, were hunting them all.

They said there were even giants.

Lord Glover wondered if they had already begun to act, but, from what he heard, they had only taken Asha Greyjoy, who was spared, and then they left. Even so, they did not fail to try to massacre as many ironborn as possible.

Lord Glover had no pity for the ironborn. He himself wished to kill as many as he could. But knowing that such a powerful group had arrived to try to exterminate every last man, with no redemption at all, only with the option of a blade being thrust into their flesh ready to kill them, was a rather cruel concept, even for ironborn.

And certainly the arcticans were quite cruel when they chose their enemies.

There was something in the written letter that left him particularly disturbed.

'Arctic has no enemies.'

That phrase was used as a slogan and it was not the first time he had heard something like that, perhaps a reminder to say that their enemies would be erased from the face of the earth. A reflection of what they were doing with the ironborn.

His men were even disturbed by every report the captured ironborn told them.

They checked the camp and it really proved that the reports were true. It was a nightmare for the ironborn: burned tents, gigantic footprints on the ground, bodies everywhere, many dismembered and even many cut in a way that only giants could do. After all, most of those bodies were simply split in half and they did not seem to have any difficulty cutting a man in such a horrible way.

There were no survivors in the camp, only those who managed to escape.

Then the ships that arrived from Bear Island also came with news, along with Mormont men who were willing to join the army that was coming to the Wall. They took the ride and began to report what had happened directly to Lord Robett Glover.

They did not officially specify the number of ships, but they said there were more than a hundred. Clearly they appeared out of nowhere and simply devastated all the ironborn. It was surprising that they had ships on that side of the continent.

There were four thousand of them on that island. And they recorded four thousand corpses.

Even Robett could not help but tremble when he heard that.

What kind of people were these arcticans? They were relentless... indeed. He had always wondered.

His niece had been saved by Jon a long time ago, when she was a child. She even had delusions of marrying the boy after that. Something that, with the knowledge of today, Robett himself should have done everything to convince his brother, Galbart, to make happen.

Robett himself had condemned the boy as well, back when Arya went north of the Wall. His older brother had been one of the few who defended him, saying he had a debt to the boy.

Now, that same boy led a relentless force. He was quite cruel when he wanted to be, and seemed to believe that exterminating all the damned raiders of the Iron Islands would be a good for the entire world, removing them from the face of the earth.

Certainly everyone was receiving those summons letters to fight for Bran Stark. They would all be forced to accept a new command in the North again.

Bran had Stark blood, Ned's second son, and now he was leading a force that, if it truly massacred everyone as they said, did not seem open to negotiations.

Who would want to be the enemy of a group like that? Obviously no one. Not when they could simply destroy your castle with wildfire. Not when they could massacre camps in the middle of the night without you even seeing them arrive.

Lord Glover had already made his decision since he saw what happened on Bear Island and also saw many of those Mormont men heading for the Wall. Even his own men seemed to be silently pressuring him toward that... all marked by the raids of the ironborn, seeing the people of the North suffer at the hands of the raiders.

But the most bizarre thing came a few days later.

If all of that had already frightened him, what came from the Wolfswood left them terrified.

The animals had simply gone mad.

That was what people began to say.

Deepwood Motte was part of the Wolfswood region, so they were able to hear the rumors: camps disappearing from one night to the next, groups being attacked by multiple animals, even some that were not carnivores. But they attacked anyway, as if they had gone insane.

Some said it was the vengeance of the Old Gods. Others said it was the arctican king himself turning the entire forest against the ironborn.

Within a few days, the ironborn ceased to exist in the Wolfswood region. Thousands died in the worst possible way, devoured by every kind of animal.

"What kind of madness is this?"

Even the northerners were quite disturbed.

They were not attacked, but many saw the death of the raiders. They saw men being mutilated and torn apart in a horrible way, something that could only be heard through the screams.

Many felt satisfaction at it, but at the same time others felt only fear and horror at it, even after everything the ironborn had done.

The situation was far too tense. At this point, everything indicated that it was Jon Arctic who was behind this.

Whatever kind of madness he had used to do this.

There had already been reports that he could control the animals of an entire city, but controlling at that scale was one thing. Now, controlling an entire forest, a complete ecosystem with every kind of creature, was something beyond any myth.

Thus, House Glover would yield to Jon Arctic and Bran Stark, sending men to the Wall as well to be their spokesmen and begin raising spears and swords for their arrival.

At House Dustin... Lady Dustin was observing the letters. She had never received any speaking about the Order of Maesters, because the maester himself had burned them all.

And a few days passed and on that specific day, however, she and the maester received a new letter.

The old man seemed quite nervous, but at the same time there was no regret on his face. He was willing to die for the order, die to keep the image of the order intact.

That was why he did not think twice and destroyed the evidence Jon had sent.

That even made Jon change his strategy. Instead of delivering them like ordinary mail letters, now they would go directly to the nobles. He could do that with the birds that had not yet reached the castles below the Neck. If the North had already shown corrupt maesters, the South could be even worse.

In any case, there was a simple letter.

First, it said that the maester of that house had destroyed evidence that should have been preserved and that now he would pay with his life.

That made Lady Dustin call the maester.

"What does this mean?"

"Milady, I do not know what this letter is talking about," he simply replied, with a calm voice.

She stared at him for a moment, but soon dismissed him. The next messages, however, were not received lightly by her.

"He wants me to kneel again to the Stark," she growled.

She still remembered showing a wide smile when she learned that Eddard Stark had been executed in King's Landing. That had left her quite satisfied.

She still remembered the serious and proud face of Eddard Stark when he visited the Barrowlands alongside his daughter and other children. She remembered all the children who visited together with their father, but the one who stood out the most among them was the girl.

Arya.

Sharp-tongued, always seeming to have an answer for everything, she always expressed herself among the lords who accompanied Lord Stark to Winterfell.

Arya simply talked all the time.

How she hated that girl.

Every sentence from her seemed to be received with applause from the northerners, even inside her own house. That irritated her deeply. The two began to argue and bicker publicly when Lord Stark passed with his entourage through Barrow Hall.

And now she hated even more the situation she was in.

If the arcticans were about to invade the North, she found herself in a very bad position.

Barbrey Dustin had too much pride and did not want, in any way, to bow to the Starks again. But would she have a choice?

Her father, Rodrik Ryswell, certainly would not think twice.

In Greywater Watch, Lord Reed stood still, resting his hands on his cane while observing the letters that had also arrived.

For him, there was a different letter.

He had not heard from his son since he had departed to the north of the Wall, saying that he needed to help the Stark children.

Howland Reed had not been very willing to allow that, but at the same time he had accepted it.

The last news they had received was the declaration about Lyanna's son.

He himself had announced to the North that the Stark children might be alive. Howland had no doubts. If his son had already said they would need help and that he was destined to find the Stark children, then Jon's words only reinforced that.

After that, there was no more news.

Howland had been surprised to learn that Jon had shown his dragon in Winterfell, but after that he disappeared again. He only hoped that his children, the Stark children, and his own son were well.

"The battle against the dead is already over," he thought.

As soon as the sun had returned to normal and the days became long again, he could only see that kind of explanation as possible while he still waited for news from the north.

Until they began to arrive.

The letter went directly to him, no longer through any maester. At that moment, Jon had already learned that the maesters were more treacherous than he had imagined, to the point of even hiding letters to preserve the image of the order.

In any case, when Reed read those letters, he could not help but frown.

The maesters were involved in something much bigger. It was they who had weight in pushing Brandon Stark and Rickard Stark to go to King's Landing after they hid Lyanna's letters.

Howland had cried that day. Ah, how he cried.

He could not imagine that his own maester might also be involved in this. He had known that man for a long time, but the words and the documents that Jon had made available spoke for themselves.

They had even spied on him because he had been very close to Lyanna at that time. He did not believe that Lyanna had been kidnapped... He and Benjen at that time had made Lyanna meet the prince a few times...

The maesters... omitted so much information. And they even created lies.

He did not confront his maester immediately. He had worked with him since the Rebellion and the man had helped organize many things in Greywater Watch.

The order that Howland gave at that time about not mentioning anything about the Arctican king coming to them seemed vague to a maester... Howland was certain that the king had not been informed directly; his spies had heard his people, who could not ignore Jon's arrival at the fortress, but he no longer doubted that the order of maesters had been informed about the arrival of Jon Arctic...

At that time, Jon Arctic had arrived in the swamp with his dragon, concealing the creature and going to the castle. His son Jojen already knew of his arrival and was quite frightened to learn that a dragon would arrive.

The king was very friendly when he arrived, and Howland gave all the hospitality of House Reed to him. Together with his son Jojen, they went to see the past of Lyanna Stark.

In any case, the days passed.

He began to receive information from Bear Island, and then came the summons from the king of Arctic.

Bran Stark, Ned's second son, would be leading the North. Not only that, but the Stark children were well. There was Bran, Rickon, and a last son of Ned, the little Ned Stark, who had been born a moon ago. And they were all in Arctic.

Jojen and Meera were also in Arctic. Jon specified that they were studying with the Stark children, being taught by the kingdom and preparing to be as capable as Arya had shown herself to be.

Lord Reed was happy with the news of his children and Ned's children... He still remembered with sadness the death of Lord Stark, but he was also proud of his bravery at the moment of his death.

He announced Lyanna's legacy to the world. That the cub of the northern wolf was much more than anyone had ever seen. The heir to the throne, a man who had built an empire beyond the Wall...

In any case, he accepted Jon's summons regarding Bran with satisfaction. He had not liked at all that Robb Stark had taken a crown for himself, a crown that had been far too heavy and that had only brought destruction to the North.

"Well, I will be awaiting your summons," murmured Lord Reed.

He was satisfied.

He knew that the Bolton army was returning and would pass through his lands, but his soldiers had already hidden deep within the swamp.

None of them would be found. And Roose Bolton, the traitor, would find nothing but mud.

"You will pay for everything you have done, Roose. I imagined you were even smarter, enough to know that Arctic was a factor that could not be ignored, when they had already demonstrated all their military capability in the south of Westeros and Essos...", said Roland, looking through the window... almost imagining seeing the white dragon descending from the sky like the first time Jon Arctic came here.

Howland could not help but laugh... As if Bolton were an arrogant fool, incapable of recognizing reality and who had decided to advance anyway.

"Anyway, the monster you ignored has now returned, and even more powerful than you could imagine."

Howland thought for a moment.

If that dragon was as large as they said, Jon would use it to destroy his enemies with ease.

The other houses of the North also received the letters.

In Hornwood, the situation was quite disturbing at that moment. The castellan who had taken control after Ramsay Snow seized the castle by marrying Lady Hornwood had simply left her to die in the tower.

The letter was sent directly to him.

That made the man feel a chill.

['I know of Ramsay Snow's crimes after investigating a little of what happened here'], Jon's letter said.

After leaving Bear Island, he had spent some time trying to better understand what had been happening in the North in recent days. And what happened in Hornwood left him furious.

The bastard, besides forcing the woman to marry him to gain the right to the castle, had also left her to rot in the tower, condemned to die of hunger.

Jon was satisfied with what had happened to Theon Greyjoy, but he could not help but feel quite enraged by the dark things Ramsay had done across the North.

He would make Ramsay pay.

But he was also quite frustrated with the servants and soldiers of the castle who served Hornwood. They had let that happen.

The idiots had allied themselves with the enemies and allowed their own lady to die before them.

['If what you had done was merely following orders, I could understand...'], the letter continued. ['...But you allowed Lady Hornwood to starve to death.']

['Ramsay Snow will pay for what he did. The bastard will meet his end soon. However, I will not deny the help that all of you had in the death of your lady.

I am saying this because I do not care about your surrender. I do not want the castle.

I will send every man there to the Wall. All the women will go to the Silent Sisters or to any other place designated.

You will lose your freedom.

What you did is beyond the normal cruelty of Westeros. Soon, Hornwood will feel the weight of its actions.

It does not matter if you flee. We are watching you.

I swear in the name of Arctic and give my word as king: we will catch all of you.

There will be no mercy.']

Jon had finished the letter.

The castellan of Hornwood who read the letter trembled.

Letting someone die of hunger was beyond a death with a knife to the throat or even with poison. Letting someone starve until death was far too cruel.

Lady Hornwood had fallen into a state of madness from hunger and began to eat the tips of her own fingers...

Jon would not leave the castle of Hornwood in peace. He would make everyone there pay for what they had done.

The man was certainly in despair and tried to send letters directly to the Boltons.

At the Dreadfort, however, no letter about the maesters from Jon had been received, not even in Winterfell. Jon showed that he did not trust the Boltons' maester, nor the Boltons themselves, for obvious reasons. It definitely made no sense to send documents that could simply be torn apart without any effect.

Other castles, however, received them.

In Cerwyn, Lady Cerwyn was with her young son, far too young to rule, the son of the man who had been flayed by the Boltons.

The woman could not help but let out a sigh of relief when she read the letter.

They had their gates closed, but they knew they would not succeed if they faced a Bolton siege, and Roose was certainly on his way north. As soon as he managed to bring all those men back to the North, they would have problems.

The maesters' letter even reached the castle, but seeing the situation of the house, they decided not to deliver it to the woman. She and the small boy did not seem capable of doing anything with it.

But Jon had sent another letter, explaining the situation.

When she read it, Lady Cerwyn could not hide her relief.

If Bran Stark was returning to the North, then the Boltons would pay, and the Cerwyns could finally be safe.

Meanwhile, other letters were sent to smaller castles, inviting the North to renew their vows.

One specific letter, however, was sent directly to Ramsay Snow.

At that moment, the bastard was amusing himself while eating, with Theon near him, maintaining a submissive posture.

Suddenly, a bird entered through the opening of the tent, drawing attention as it landed on the table and dropped a letter.

The daughter of the man who took care of the kennels in the Dreadfort, Ramsay's lover, looked at Ramsay while he stared at the bird.

"Take it," he said.

The woman quickly grabbed the animal by the neck.

Theon watched all of that with trembling eyes. He had already lost almost all his will to live.

The bird flapped its wings, but Ramsay did not care.

He calmly took the letter and unfolded it.

"Let's see what we have here."

He remained silent for a moment before opening a slow smile.

['Hello, Ramsay Snow.

It seems you are enjoying yourself quite a lot in the North. I have begun to discover exactly the kind of terror you are causing.

Well, you seem to be in a comfortable position lately, but that is about to end.

I have begun to learn about your hunts with northern women through the forest. I know about what you did in Winterfell. You yourself burned and killed Lannister servants and soldiers without leaving any witnesses.

You let Lady Hornwood starve to death in a tower and incited treason against your sworn sovereigns.

The Boltons will pay for this.

Just like you.

And tell Theon that I grant my soldiers permission that, when they capture him, they may take his head. He will also pay for what he has done.

As much as I do not pity him spending the rest of his life in the state you left him in, he still deserves to be judged with a blade at his throat.

So wait, because soon I think I will be coming after you and Theon, and you and your father will not even have a chance to survive. There will be no future for House Bolton.']

With those words, Ramsay began to laugh while putting the letter away.

"How amusing. Well, he may threaten all he wants, but he is not here. So they are just foolish words." He shrugged before continuing.

"But since this bird is well trained, let's deal with it." Ramsay smiled.

Theon said nothing. He remained silent, not knowing exactly what was in the letter. He only saw Ramsay pick up the knife he had been using to cut the meat.

With the help of his lover, they laid the bird on the table.

Then they began to kill it with the desperate screams of the animal.

Ramsay stabbed it several times, while the blood gushed and splattered even onto the food.

Ramsay felt satisfied.

The woman did too.

For them, it had been nothing more than something trivial.

But as he advanced toward Moat Cailin, Ramsay did not expect what was about to come.

The next morning, when he stepped out of his tent, a rush of wings came with force.

He only had time to lift his gaze.

An eagle rushed directly at him.

Opening its claws.

Ramsay had no time to react.

In an instant, he felt a horrible pain when the bird drove its claws above his eyebrow.

The strike pierced his eye.

The eagle began to tear.

Jon hated it when his birds were killed. And when that happened, he changed his tactics to something far darker.

Since Ramsay Snow had killed his messenger bird, he would be hunted by several animals.

Jon would make his life a living hell.

Today it would begin with the eye.

Tomorrow, perhaps he would try to castrate him.

Ironically, it would be a kind of torture similar to what Ramsay himself had done to Theon.

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In the future, people would learn a simple lesson: You do not mess with Jon Arctic's animals.

Not if you want to avoid a horrible death.

Because it does not matter who you are or what you are. From the moment he breaks any moral barrier by killing one of his animals, you become a target.

A target that can die in horrible ways without even being able to defend yourself.

It could be during the night, devoured by animals.

Or during the day, with constant attacks coming from the sky.

Or even from small rodents crawling in the darkness.

Your life would become a living hell.

And Ramsay Snow and his lover would learn that from that moment on.

A kind of condemnation there was no escape from... After all, it was impossible to stay away from animals... Even inside a castle... Even the dogs that Ramsay loved began to look at him in a strange way.

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I had some problems here yesterday, and I'm going to write another chapter now... Sorry for the delay. I want to start writing about Pyke before moving on to Tywin reading the maesters' letter.

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