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Thrid Person POV
Essos, 296 AC.
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A man was looking at the sea at that momeo his camel, while he assing through the desert from the capital of Doro a vilge in the north where he was going to deliver some things that some friends had asked him to sell there. Everything seemed normal as he had stopped to admire the calm sea with its waves at that moment.
But something caught his attention. He swore he saw a giant shadoearing hundreds of meters away from that beach where he had stopped to rest, clearly seeing why the sea was darkening due to its size, and it got closer and closer until it finally stopped there.
"What is that..." the man asked in a weak tone as he watched the se.
A momehe shadow began to leave the area, disappearing into the sea, a out a sigh of relief, fused by the stra he had just witnessed.
But it didn't seem to be over because he saw the water explode as someone emerged out of nowhere. The man widened his eyes in disbelief, seeing a stranger appear aoward the beach.
"By the gods... what is that?!" He stood up, a little scared.
Jon walked onto the beach, staring at someone he had already seen through his eyes in the sky. He realized it was just an old man, someone who wouldn't interfere with him, so he tinued walking toward the beach.
Jon was alone, looking at the desert as his birds emerged from above, following him on the journey. After cheg that the entire region was deserted, he approached the man.
The man seemed deeply shocked, watg as someone in Dornish clothing emerged from the water, carrying ons and a sa his back, walking calmly. What scared him the most, however, was the fact that the boy had not a single drop of water on his skin, which was impossible acc to his uanding of the world.
Jon got close enough for the man to see him clearly, and he addressed him with a few words. "Hello, my good man. you tell me exactly where I am?" Jon unrolled a map and held it out to the man, just to get a better idea of where he was.
"You... you're one of the sea people or something?" The man asked, finally snapping out of his initial shock, but treating Jon as something magical.
"Sea people... I don't think so." Jon replied with a smile.
"But you came out of the sea without a single drop of water!!" The man insisted.
"I think you're exaggerating, my man... The sun must be affeg your head... Anyway, you point out where exactly we are?" Jo his smile and spoke in a calm tone.
The man, somewhat fearful... ended up doing what Jon asked without much resistance, pointing to the map while looking at Jon without saying much.
"That's good, thank you... Now I'll head south." Jon said as he took the map, rolled it back up, and stored it before starting to move again.
"Have a good day." Jon said, and began to walk, leaving the bewildered man behind.
Jon was still ued by the desert heat, thanks to the yer created by Wind that protected him the whole time. And so, it tinued for hours as he walked at the same pace toward the south.
"Hm?" At a certain moment, Jon sehat his eagles had detected something ing from the north as they stirred up dust in the desert due to the high speed they had at that moment, heading toward the Arctig.
Three horses were ing from the north in his dire, following the tracks he had left in the desert, and Jon smiled at that. "Finally, my mount has arrived..." He stopped to wait for them.
The sound of the horses was heard moments ter by him as they approached from the north. Finally, they emerged from the desert, looking at Jon as they began to circle him, watg him cautiously.
"So, this is the man the old one said emerged from the water. Tell me, is that true?" The first one asked his panions before turning back to Jon, with a Dornish at and a hint of in his voice, truly believing the story.
Jon raised an eyebrow, surprised that the guard believed the man he had entered further north, but he didn't respond.
"We found an old man who cims to have seen someone ing from the depths of the sea, without evei, and now we find you here, alone. Quite the ce, isn't it?" The same man spoke with caution, looking at Jon, who kept a calm gaze despite the questions.
"Are you some kind of sea folk?" The sean asked, also believing the story.
"Stop with this nonsehat does!" The third man raised his voice, trying to i some reason into his panions, before turning back to Jon. "But ohing is certain: why are you in the desert? And where is your horse?" He questioned with a sharp look.
"I lost it a few days ago. Sihen, I've been trying to reach the capital of Dorne," Jon said calmly.
The men exged ghe one who had spoken st, who seemed to be the leader, immediately drew his sword.
"Drop all your ons. You don't have a Dornish at, so you're a susped will be escorted to judgment. If you're a spy, you'll be dead before the sun rises tomorrow," he ordered.
"Alright, it seems I'll have to do this..." Jon muttered.
The men asked what he meant by that, but they barely had time to react when their desert horses began galloping untrolbly, causing them all to fall immediately.
One of the men groaned as he tried to get up, asking what had happened, but barely had time before the hooves of his own horse struck him precisely on the head, knog him unscious as he rolled in the sand. The same happeo the other two.
The sand dust began to dissipate, and Jon started moving. He grabbed the fallen men and pced them on top of their horses, tying them each with a rope, keeping all three men on just two horses.
"When you wake up, you'll be far from here. Goodbye." These were Jon's only words before spping the rump of one of the horses, and both took off straight into the desert, moving far away, where they wouldn't interfere with his infiltration until it was pleted.
He then approached the other horse, which was calmly watg him. Jon mou, removed any bahat might identify it as a Martell soldier's horse, and proceeded south. Dorne wasn't far from where he was—only four hours of fast riding, and he was already nearing his goal.
Pushing the horse to its limits with his powers, a few hours ter, he came across Sunspear, which finally appeared on the horizon as he tioward the city.
At the northern gate of the capital of Dorhere was a line of people trying to ehe city, which erfectly normal, with guards cheg for any irregurities and suspicious individuals.
Jon stood in line, waiting a few minutes, aually, the guards approached him. Since he appeared to have a fine horse and carried himself like a warrior, they walked toward him to check as he moved to pass through the gate. Not everyone was being checked, but those who drew attention were.
The guards watched him with suspi, looking for anything that might mark him as someone unwele iy. Just as they were about to give the order for him to dismount, a otion started with a pack of dogs attag the guards at the gate.
"What is this?" One of the guards shouted, surprised by the sound of dogs beginning to bite a guard's leg, while more appeared, trying to shake off this crazed attack.
Quickly, the attention on Jon was diverted to the dogs, which seemed quite hostile as more and more of them appeared, leaving the guards there very frightened by the situation.
"Where did these dogs e from? Who are their owners?" One guard shouted, trying to scare the animals away with his spear.
"Kill these creatures! Quickly!" Anuard ordered as they tried to fend off the dogs, sshing at them with their sabers. But the dogs were clever, dodging out of reach of their ons, while others attacked from different ahe chaos escated, and even the people entering and leaving the city began to flee in fear.
In the midst of the fusion, Jon seized the opportunity and calmly passed through, entering the city without anyone really paying attention to him, while the guards struggled to trol the enraged animals, watg them flee as soon as Jon was out of sight.
A group of guards ran through the streets, trying to reach the gate to assess the situation, while Jon walked past them calmly, carrying his ons.
Jon was the city, after all, it was once again that he found himself ihe capital of Dorne. He tinued walking calmly through the streets, careful not to appear suspicious. His eagles still served as his peripheral vision, flying over the city so he could make any decisions in advance regarding potential events.
He proceeded into the poorest part of the city. It wasn't as bad as King's Landing, but there was a clear distin where very poor people, beggars, thieves, and cheap prostitutes lived.
The people looked at Jon with suspi as he walked forward. He didn't have the typical skin color of a Dornishman, and that might attract attention. Jon already khat some bandits had started to follow him in this area, and as he neared his objective, he turned into an alley, stopping to wait for his pursuers to appear.
He dismounted from his horse and looked at a group of people ing from the dire he had entered. "What do we have here... you've got a nice spear and sword!" A toothless Dornishman gri Jon.
"..." Jon remained silent, watg the eight men wearing tattered clothes, holding pieces of wood, iron, and the man who had spoken with a grin.
"e on, men, bring him down, a's take his ons before he uses them against us!" The man decred, and in the moment, all seven men rushed at Jon.
"This will be quick..." Jon ented, not b to draw his ons initially, and anded his horse to move away. As the first man swung a club at him, Jon easily caught it with his gloved hand. The man tried to pull it back, but before he could, Jon pushed him and broke his arm, sending him to the ground, writhing in pain.
Using the club, Jon began attag the others, ung blows, defending himself, and creating openings in his enemies with ease, striking them so hard that they fell to the ground.
The leader seemed surprised by this and quickly ran to help his men, raising his machete. Jon had already knocked down another four, even as six of them tried to hit him. When Jht down his fifth oppo, he smashed his club into the iron on of another, breaking Jon's on.
Another man tried to attack, but Jon spun to avoid it. The sound of metal rang out as he drew his scimitar from its sheath, slig through the sixth ah men before they could react. He then threw his on aside and sshed the st one, pierg his heart. The man dropped his machete in shock, colpsing soon after as he died.
The first man was the only o, screaming with a broken arm. Jon had khe others out with blows to the head and slit the throats of those still alive once he drew his sword. The alley was now filled with corpses.
"AHHH!!!" The man screamed in pain until Jon kicked him in the head, knog him unscious in the moment.
He ighe curious gazes of onlookers as they withe se of several bodies lying around. Jon mounted his horse and tinued onward.
After 10 minutes of walking through the slums without much trouble, using cats, dogs, or even so drive away any followers, he finally arrived at an abandoned building. He dismounted, spping his horse so it would tinue on without him, using it as a distra as it rode off to another location.
As soon as Joered, he found a group of people inside, with a few dles lit, illuminating the space. Upon seeing Joer, everyone quickly stood up and immediately k before him.
"My king!" they said in unison, with respect.
"Are you ready? We will act tonight, a ship will be waiting for us to the north," Jon said.
"Yes, my king, we will act the moment you and," one of the men responded.
"Very well, we have four royal guards and two men skilled in infiltration here. Our objective is to infiltrate Sunspear Castle and resyra Sand, then escape without beied," Jon expined.
"It will be done, my king," they replied, and Jon nodded.
"Excellent, now let's wait fhtfall before we move. I'll be moving the animals iy to assist us," he said, looking up at the sky where part of the building had no roof. He sat in a er and began to meditate, preparing himself while his men nodded and prepared as well.
These men had stayed behind, camoufging themselves among the city's visitors. Jon had asked them to remain iy to help him and arranged for them to meet him aloo avoid drawing attention.
They waited like that for hours until Jon finished sing the ey. As soon as night fell, Jon opened his eyes, just before the wolf hour. "Are we ready?" he asked, and they all nodded immediately. Jon haden while he studied the guards' routines and ted eae they would o face.
"Let's begin then," Jon said as he walked over to the sack he had brought to Dorne. He started pulling out some special ons like blowpipes, along with dice to use as ammunition, and his personal on.
After that, everyone finished preparing, c their faces with Dornish clothes to blend in with the crowd. Jon then opehe city map and began marking points and routes for each of them sihey wouldn't be moving together at the same time to avoid attrag attention.
After a brief discussion of the a pn, they started to move. The door of the building opened, and the men began to scatter through the slums, advang toward the wealthier part of the city and the main castle at the far end, he coast.
Dorne's capital was quite lively at night. Street performers and even vendors were selling their goods at this hour, with meraries and guards patrolling the area.
Jon was mistaken for a merary as he made his way to the main castle. It wasn't too difficult to reach the meeting point after passing through the gate and the city streets, finding a blind spot where no one could see him.
He waited there for a while until his men started to appear quickly. Jon made sure everyone had arrived safely.
Once everyone resent, Jon looked at his six warriors. "Alright, let's avoid killing anyone. Use only these."
He hahem blowpipes from the sack he had brought. The ammunition was darts coated with a substance—a powerful tranquilizer capable ing down even an elephant from the Golden pany in a few minutes. As for an ordinary man, he would fall unscious as soon as the poison touched his blood, rendering him out for up to two days.
"Good, I trust you all know how to use them, after all, you were trained for this," Jon tinued. "They have a range of 20 to 30 meters, hitting the target. This is how we'll clear the way without drawing attention."
Everyone Jon's words, and he tinued. "Let's begin, then," he said.
While the guards patrolled the castle walls, the Arctic group approached through the shadows, staying in a blind spot. Jon was carefully using an owl to s the surroundings, looking for a safe moment. When no one was watg, Jon raised his hands in a signal to his men. They readied their blowpipes, aimed at a group of guards chatting on the wall, well within the reach of the Arctic team. Quickly, they uhe darts with a silent puff. The guards had no time to react, feeling only a small sting on their necks befng at the darts, they colpsed, unscious.
"We've secured this side. Let's move," Jon said, leading them to the step.
They swiftly approached the wall, unseen, pulling ropes from their bags. With hooks attached, they threw the ropes, seg them betweeoop the 10-meter-high wall. One by ohey began to climb, hidden from view in the blind spot he gates.
Onside, they crouched down as they spotted muards on the opposite side of the wall, walking toward them. The guards, unaware of anything amiss, tiheir patrol until they were struck by more darts. The attackers kept hitting them, and they too colpsed unscious, until the area was cleared of anyone who could alert the rest of the castle.
"Let's hide these bodies for now and clear the courtyard before we ehe castle," Jon said.
It was already te, and the Martells were likely asleep by now. As silenihe night, the attackers tinued knog out every guard he gates and even in the garden, leaving a trail of sleeping guards scattered across the area.
"My king, we've cleared the entire area. Should we ehe castle?" one of the royal guards asked.
"Yes, but I want two of you with me. The other four will stay here in case anything goes wrong. I'll also be keeping an eye on the sky, so stay alert for any signal I might give. Uood?" Jon instructed.
His men nodded. Now, it was finally time to rescue his sister.
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