A fierce battle erupted between the Wildlings and the rebels at Craster's Keep, with the odds ultimately favoring Jon. Aithusa, driven by instinct to protect Jon, lunged at Karl, attempting to bite his leg. However, Karl managed to kick Aithusa aside before swinging his sword downward.
In a crucial moment, Ygritte knocked an arrow and aimed it at Karl just as he raised his sword to strike Aithusa. Seizing the opportunity, Jon swiftly thrust his sword through Karl's back, bringing an end to the rebel leader. The remaining rebels were quickly dispatched by the Wildlings, and the bodies were solemnly burned.
With the confrontation settled, the group decided to press on toward the Wall, leaving the haunting grounds of Craster's Keep behind them.
Within the walls of Castle Black, a tense atmosphere hung as the Northern Lords took command of the Night's Watch, disregarding the sentiments of the original Night's Watchmen, many of whom were criminals and outcasts. During this time Sam who escaped rebels along with Gilly and her child, reached the Wall without encountering the elusive White Walkers, who strategically avoided alerting Bahamut to their presence.
Upon Sam's return, the strange glances and disapproval from both Night's Watchmen and Northerners weighed heavily on him. Maester Aemon, displeased with the apparent breach of vows, especially with the Lord Paramount of the North present, cast a scrutinizing gaze at Sam. In defense, Sam recited the Night's Watch oath, emphasizing their duty to protect all realms of men, regardless of which side of the Wall they were on.
Eddard Stark's arrival outside the Wall added another layer of tension. Initially suspicious, Eddard's demeanor softened upon learning that Gilly, one of Craster's wives, sought refuge. Eddard acknowledged the dangers that now lurked in the North, making it no longer safe for humans.
While the Northern lords clamored for retribution against the rebels for their betrayal and the murder of Joer Mormont, Eddard Stark, wary of venturing beyond the Wall without the presence of Bahamut, refrained from seeking immediate vengeance. Instead, he pledged that justice would be served for the crimes committed by the rebels, should they still be alive.
The following morning, the piercing sound of a horn reverberated through Castle Black, stirring the men within its cold walls to alertness. Eddard Stark, accompanied by numerous Northern lords, ascended the Wall to survey the unfolding situation. Their gaze fell upon an overwhelming sight—a gathering of over a hundred thousand wildlings outside the Wall.
The sheer number of the wildling host sent a shiver through the Northern lords, who had arrived with a meager force of only twenty-five thousand men. An air of uncertainty lingered as they debated the perilous decision of whether to open the Wall to the wildlings. The fearsome reputation of the free folk, coupled with the presence of giants among them, fueled the unease in Eddard Stark's mind.
As Eddard contemplated the mysterious turn of events, his attention was drawn to a lone figure advancing towards the Wall from the vast assembly of wildlings. To his astonishment, he recognized Jon Snow, striding purposefully towards the looming ice structure. The realization that his own kin was among the wildling ranks intensified the complexity of the situation.
Driven by concern and a desire to confront his estranged kin, Eddard, along with his son Robb and the Northern lords, descended from the Wall.
As the gate creaked open, revealing the Northern lords watching with curiosity, Jon Snow stood alongside the wildlings, their eyes following him. Eddard Stark and the other Northern lords approached, a mixture of emotions and questions written on their faces. For Jon, meeting his family after a prolonged separation brought a flood of emotions, but the urgency of the situation restrained him.
Breaking the silence, Jon called out, "Lord Stark." Sam's revelations had already informed Eddard of jon's knowledge of his true identity and he acknowledged him with a title that sent shockwaves through the crowd, "Prince Aemon." Gasps resonated among the Northern lords, including Eddard's own son, Robb, as the realization of Jon's royal lineage sank in.
Setting aside the unspoken questions and emotions for the moment, Jon embraced Eddard. Their silent exchange spoke volumes about the complexities that lay beneath the surface. A sudden roar echoed through the sky, drawing every gaze upward. From the clouds emerged a colossal shadow, and Bahamut, the dragon, descended closer to the ground. A moment of awe and stillness gripped both the Wall and the lands below as everyone's eyes fixed upon this extraordinary being.
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