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It had been a momentous day in Winter's Heaven. Four years after establishing the prosperous kingdom beyond the Wall, I, Jon Snow, stood at the head of my people, addressing a new chapter in our journey. Yet, today was not about battles or survival—it was about the future.
A few hours ago, I had used a **Multiverse Summoning Card** granted to me by the System, a reward for creating one of the strongest armies and the most advanced kingdom in this world. From this card came **Tom the Shipwright**, a legendary builder from another realm, known for his masterful engineering and ability to construct world-renowned ships.
Now, my task was clear: introduce this towering fishman to the Free Folk of Winter's Heaven. The people here were accustomed to the strange and extraordinary, but Tom was unlike anything they had ever seen before.
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### **The Announcement**
I quickly summoned my soldiers and instructed them to gather the entire population. Within three hours, everyone in Winter's Heaven, dressed in the modern clothing I had introduced, stood at the meeting grounds. Gone were the animal furs that had once been their only protection from the cold. Here they stood, a united and thriving people, far removed from the chaos and strife of their past lives.
I stepped onto the platform before them, my voice resolute and clear.
"My people," I began, my eyes sweeping across the crowd, "today, I come to you with a dream—a vision for our future. Winter's Heaven has grown into a beacon of hope for all of us. We have faced dangers together, triumphed over the impossible, and built a kingdom where none dare to venture. But I do not wish for us to stop here."
The crowd's murmurs quieted as they listened intently.
100 kilometers to the north lies the great ocean. I believe it is our duty to share the blessings we have created with the rest of the world. There are many people out there—orphans, beggars, those who suffer as we once did—who have no hope, no homes, and no safety. Just as I gave hope to all of you, I wish to extend this same gift to others."
As I paused, the crowd erupted in cheers, their faith in me unwavering.
"But to achieve this," I continued, "we must build ships—sailing ships that will take us across the oceans. Building such ships is no easy task, and it is far beyond our understanding. That is why I turned to the Gods for guidance. And the Gods, in their grace, have blessed us with a builder—an expert sent to fulfill this mission."
The crowd gasped.
"He is not like us," I said carefully, "but I ask that you do not judge him for his appearance. He is a fishman, a race from another world, but his skills are unparalleled. He is the **Builder of the Gods**, sent to guide us in constructing the ships that will take Winter's Heaven into the future. Please welcome the newest member of our kingdom, **Tom the Shipwright!**"
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### **The Fishman's Arrival**
The crowd turned as a towering figure emerged. Tom, walking confidently yet humbly, stood as tall as the giants, with skin reminiscent of a shark's texture, a neatly trimmed beard, and a smile that seemed both welcoming and unshakeable.
He waved at the crowd and spoke in a booming, jovial voice. "Hello, everyone! My name is Tom. I've been sent here by the Gods to help your kingdom grow. I promise to give my best to build the greatest ships your world has ever seen!"
There was a stunned silence as the crowd processed his appearance, but the Free Folk were not strangers to the extraordinary. They had seen giants, wargs, and even the army of the dead. If their king claimed Tom was sent by the Gods, they would accept it without question.
Gradually, the silence broke into cheers and applause. Children looked at him in awe, while the giants, intrigued by his massive stature, whispered among themselves.
As I watched, I felt a pang of pride. The people of Winter's Heaven were strong, resilient, and adaptive. They had come a long way from the squabbling, distrustful groups they once were.
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### **Building Relationships**
Tom quickly integrated himself into the community. The giants were especially eager to interact with him, drawn by their similar size and his cheerful demeanor. Conversations soon turned into friendly challenges, and it wasn't long before one of the giants stepped forward with a request.
"Fishman Tom," the giant said gruffly, "you look strong. How about a fight to see just how tough you are?"
Tom scratched his head, laughing. "I'm not much of a fighter, but sure, why not? Let's have a go!"
The entire kingdom gathered at the training grounds to witness the spectacle. I joined them, curious about how this encounter would unfold. The challenger was a regular giant, not one of those I had trained in the breathing style.
The fight began. The giant lunged at Tom with a thunderous punch, but Tom dodged with surprising agility for someone his size. With just a few well-placed blows, Tom sent the giant sprawling to the ground.
The crowd erupted in cheers. It was clear that Tom, despite his claim of not being a fighter, was immensely strong—a trait inherent to his kind. I wasn't surprised. In the world Tom came from, Fishmen were ten times stronger than ordinary humans.
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### **The Shipbuilding Begins**
The following day, I formally placed Tom in charge of the shipbuilding project. I announced that **5,000 of our best builders** would work under him, along with **1,000 Shadow Clones** I would provide daily to assist in the labor.
Standing before the crowd, I declared, "Tom will lead the effort to build not just ships, but the very vessels that will carry our hopes and dreams across the oceans. He has my full trust, and I know he will earn yours as well."
The crowd cheered once more.
Tom, humbled by the faith placed in him, bowed deeply. "Thank you, King Jon, and thank you, people of Winter's Heaven. I won't let you down!"
Over the weeks that followed, Tom proved his worth. His blueprints for the ships were revolutionary, combining the knowledge of his world with the resources of ours. He quickly earned the respect of the workers, not just for his skills but for his friendly and patient attitude.
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### **A Celebration of Unity**
To officially welcome Tom into Winter's Heaven, we held a grand feast. Tables were laden with food, fires crackled warmly, and the air was filled with laughter and song. Even the giants, known for their stoic nature, joined in the celebrations, raising their goblets to toast Tom's arrival.
As I watched the festivities, I couldn't help but reflect on how far we had come. Winter's Heaven was more than just a kingdom—it was a testament to what could be achieved with unity, vision, and determination.
And now, with Tom leading the way, we were preparing to set sail into a new era of exploration and growth.
Winter's Heaven was no longer a sanctuary hidden in the frozen north—it was the start of something far greater.
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