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Third Person POV
Essos, 297 AC.
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The situation was not easy for the soldiers of Meereen as 10,000 Arti men—including men, dwarves, and giants—advahrough the broken wall, charging toward the city, with Jon leading the way and Ghost by his side.
Obviously, those who tried to stop their advance couldn't form a defensible position. After all, Ghost intimidated them, being a gia charging straight at them. Many fled immediately upon seeing the massive wolf armor.
They didn't even have bows and arrows, as the attack was sudden. Reag the first group was easy, and Jon showed no mercy.
The first group got into position as he fearlessly advaoward their spears, moving his sword before any of them could reach him. The bde sliced through spears aher armor, and men groaned in pain before falling dead effortlessly before him. Ghost, at his side, attacked with his fangs, biting into and killing enemies brutally before tossing their lifeless bodies aside. He moved on to his oppo, using his cws t a man down, breaking his bones under his curre, while Jon tinued cutting down his adversaries faster than Ghost, keeping his enemies under trol and clearing a path through them without hesitatioe the entire squadron standing against him.
Jon's men followed closely behind, advang to ehose who tried to attack their king. It didn't take long for the first line of defeo colpse, and the streets quickly filled with Artis as Meereen's soldiers fled troup with another unit.
Jon ed his sword after the bloodbath with a cloth as he returo his men. The streets were too narrow for 10,000 men to march together, and that would clearly pose problems.
There were 30 royal guards with him—Artis whose swordsmanship and skill with ons surpassed anyone's, except the king himself. They also had leadership capabilities, so Jon addressed them directly.
"I want nine of you to each take a group of 1,000 men and go down each street. trol the ey, and don't let anyone escape the walls!" Jon ordered his men.
The royal guards took and of their groups, while Jo 21 royal guards and over 1,000 men under his and to advance directly toward the pyramid at the ter of the city.
"Let's go!" he said, moving forward to front anyone who dared to oppose them.
The streets were in plete chaos. As the Artis advanced, sves and even the few free citizens of Meereen watched the se in terror, running away as fast as they could in search of shelter. Smoke tio rise both from the pyramid's ter and from the walls Jon had destroyed.
The Artis ighe civilians a advang, though a few groups of Meereen soldiers appeared, armed with bows and arrows, aiming at them.
"Shields!" Jon anded, and the giants in the group stepped forward, positioning their shields to protect the others. Jon followed them behind the shields and looked toward his distant wolf.
"Go, Ghost," he ordered, seeing the wolf 100 meters away. Ghost quickly ran off, taking a street to the right, disappearing into the distance amid the screams of people who caught sight of the massive wolf.
Arrows flew toward the group, striking the Eldeal shields but failing to pee them. Soon, screams erupted from the other side as Ghost appeared, leaping from rooftop to rooftop before crashing directly into the line of archers, who cried out in terror at the sight of the enormous wolf among them.
"Forward!" Jon anded, and everyone advanced while Ghost kept the archers occupied. Even though they shot arrows and struck at the beast with their ons, his armor prevented any harm to his flesh.
The Artis quickly closed the gap, and the ensuing battle was a bloodbath. The only ones who mao escape were those who fled the se entirely.
"My lord, we're not far from the pyramid," one of his men said as the pyramid loomed ahead of them. A rger group than any they had faced so far was gathering to try and stop them.
"Good... let's destabilize them first," Jon said, ign the people nearby who could no longer escape, having found themselves trapped in dead-end streets. They looked at him with palpable fear.
"We're 500 meters from them. Break their formation with giant arrows," Jon ordered as the giants set aside their shields and spears, reag for the massive bows they had brought with them.
There was no longer any ce for the defeo stop the advang Artis. After all, they were just 800 men trying to stand against a group of a thousand with giants among them. They had hoped to iate, expeg the Artis to approach closely. What they didn't know was that the giants were already prepared to attack from a distance.
"Hold yround! Prepare the white fg as soon as they get close!" the ander of the defenders excimed, swallowing hard and praying he wouldn't die like the majority of those who had tried to stop the Artis, none of whom had mao fell a single one of their foes.
"My lord... what are they doing?" a soldier murmured, notig the giants starting to prepare something.
"I 't quite see from here..." the ander replied, squinting as the giants, 500 meters away, aimed their enormous bows. Over twenty giants released their massive arrows, which soared through the air, passing over civilians running through the streets to avoid the advang Artis. Onlookers stared upward in terror.
The arrows asded, then came crashing down with tremendous force. The soldiers barely had time to react as their ander io the ground like an animal, the massive arrow causing a small explosion as it embedded itself into the stone pavement in front of the pyramid.
One by one, giant arrows rained down on the crowd, spreading panic among the soldiers. Each impact strue, two, or even three men, breaking their formatioirely and leaving them scrambling to flee.
"Where are you going? Stand and fight!" a voice shouted, but the initial strike had already terrified them. Two more volleys of those colossal arrows were enough to send them fleeing, leaving their rades to die helplessly. All that remained was the desperate search for shelter.
The man shouting was a servant of the Great Masters, who watched from the pyramid. They had hoped to iate, fident they could trol all of Meereen from the safety of their vantage point. For the first time in history, their city was falling.
The man rushed back toward the pyramid in despair, passing by the Unsullied, who still stood in formation without fear. Despite the chaos around them, they seemed like soldiers who feared nothing.
"My lord! The defense in front of the pyramid has fallen!" the man excimed as he approached the Great Masters standing on the baly of the pyramid, the age below.
"How could this happen? How did we make an enemy capable of destroying the ey? We're trapped here!" one of the Masters raged, his voice filled with anger and fear.
"They're monsters! It's impossible for them to wield so much power! And they're ing here!" another cried, pletely terrified.
"We should have foreseen this! Why did we meddle with a group in Vontis?" a third Master argued as the others began to quarrel, bming each other. But regret had e too te.
Even those who had been fident that Meereen would never fall now stood silent, their eyes trembling with fear. They were separated from their families, making the situation even worse. Trapped in the pyramid, the Masters tried to find a way out amidst their frantic discussion.
"They're ing!" one of them pointed out, indig the entrao the pyramid. The Arti group had ceased their barrage of arrows and was now advang through the streets, drawing closer to the city's ter.
"We must present ourselves and attempt to iate," one of the Masters suggested.
"You mean to simply appear before these savages? They're killing everyohout mercy!" another protested, ed.
"And do you think the pyramid will hold out much longer ohey arrive?" another retorted, realizing their options were limited.
"We don't have much choice," admitted a fat Master, swallowing hard as he watched the Artis approach. He was one of those who had believed the Artis wouldn't attack—much less breach the city's defenses.
"Quickly, then! Close the gates! We won't iate with them while the doors are open!" ordered one of the Masters, who apahe guards. A group of Unsullied was stationed inside and outside the pyramid to protect them while the area repared fotiations without the immediate risk of attack.
The ey was nearly under Arti trol, with their forces reag the side walls. Only the area behind the pyramid remained unquered, but it was only a matter of time.
Finally, the Arti group arrived in front of the pyramid, as Jon and other anders ahe troops.
"My lord, they are closing the gates!" a royal guard reported, approag Jon.
"Yes, I've noticed. But don't worry. I want a group to e with me. They have secret passages they'll use to escape if the iatio go in their favor," Jon replied calmly.
"I want you all to prepare to attack at my signal," Jon ordered his men. They positiohemselves in front of the pyramid while Jon, apanied by his royal guards and other Arti soldiers, moved to the side of the structure. The streets were now cleared of guards, civilians, and sves—only littered with bodies pio the ground by the giants' enormous arrows.
Jon walked to a er of the pyramid and into one of the streets, where a stream flowed in a trench about two meters below street level. The water ran through the middle, and there was a disguised entrahere, simir to those found in King's Landing.
Jon found the opening and, without hesitation, led his men inside. A magical orb of fme hovered in the air, lighting their way as his men followed close behind, carrying torches to illumihe passages farther back.
Thus, they began infiltrating the pyramid. It didn't take long to reach the lower floors after passing through several bifurcations in the passages—though Jon already khe path well.
There, they entered a group of Unsullied guarding the entrahese guards were caught off guard as the Artis advanced one by oarting a fight. Jon had already sin three or four Unsullied before his men emerged from the passage.
The otion quickly attracted the attention of other servants in the area, and it wouldn't be long before the chaos reached the upper levels of the pyramid. Jon g a bird that had apahem siheir entry, nodding and giving a signal to the royal guards outside. A warg stationed outside withdrew from his trance-like state and reyed the and to the waiting men.
"The king has just given the signal. Let's attack!" the warg announced, as the others prepared for battle.
"Hey, what are they doing?" one of the Masters asked as he saw the giants lifting their massive bows again, aiming directly at the pyramid's entrance.
"They're preparing to attack! They aren't going to iate!" the fat Master said, trembling.
The Great Sve Masters were far from pleased at the sight. It was clear that the Artis had no iion of iating.
To make matters worse, chaos reading among their own ranks ihe pyramid, as uards and servants arrived with urgent expressions.
"My lord, the Artis are ihe pyramid!" excimed one man.
"What? They ehrough the secret passages? It's impossible for them to know about those!" shouted one of the Masters in disbelief.
Meanwhile, Jon and his men tinued asding, floor by floor. Every ehey entered along the way was swiftly dealt with, leaving only corpses behind. Outside the pyramid, the giants' massive arrows wreaked havoc, throwing Unsullied backward with devastating force. Even their shields were useless against the giants' strength.
The Masters stood paralyzed by the situation. There was nowhere left to run. Their worst fear was ing true: the Artis had finally reached the top floor of the pyramid.
Jon emerged onto the baly where the Masters had gathered. He was bathed in blood, his swords still in hand.
Everyone present stared at him in fear. Only a few Unsullied remained in the room, their cautious eyes fixed on him. They held their positions, ready to die for their Masters.
"Kill these Unsullied and pce all the sve masters under our custody!" Jon ordered without wasting time.
His men immediately advanced. It didn't take long for the masters to be subdued, pleading for mercy as they were carried off to be held under guard in another location.
"Opees and signal that the city has fallen at this very moment!" Jon anded his men. They quickly began to carry out his orders.
Screams tio echhout the city as roups of Artis advanced into areas not yet uheir trol. They fought against aance, captured the families of the Great Sve Masters, and seized trol of each of their residences.
Jon ignored all attempts by the sve masters to speak to him. Now, the city was pletely under Arti rule.
"Hahaha, that was quite something! These eunuchs are persistent," Tormund said as he appeared, covered in blood. He had been fighting elsewhere but had returned, expeg to find more battles.
"It's over, Tormund... there's nothio do," Jon told the red-haired man.
"Fihen. Where do they keep their drinks? I'd love to try what they've got here..." Tormund said as he began to leave.
Jon turned his attention to his sister, who was also bloodied. "Are you all right?" he asked, notig a small cut on her arm.
"I'm fine... it's just a scratch," she replied.
"Ohat will leave a scar if not treated. e to me ter; first, I o deal with the city," Jon said.
"Shall we take their gold, Your Majesty?" one of his men asked as he approached, just as Tormund was leaving the throne room of the pyramid.
"Yes. I want all the gold from these families taken, but we won't send it to Artica. It will be kept iy to keep it running," Jon instructed the man.
His attention shifted to anure entering the room, a woman dressed in red and wearing a mask.
"Will you keep your word and take care of the city?" he asked the woman in red.
"You're quite peculiar. You've just led a massacre, yet now you want to care for hundreds of thousands of sves," she remarked. Arya, standing beside him, didn't seem to like her much.
This woman was someone Jon had spoken with a few times in Yi-Ti after the war. He was surprised to learn that she shared his blood, despite theoretically being dead. However, Jon was familiar with someone else in a simir situation, so he wasn't pletely shocked. He'd have to speak with Brynden about this Quaithe.
The woman tinued, ign Jon's initial question. "Well, since you won't allow me into Artica, I'll do just that. I know other red priests have arrived iy and will fulfill your request, Azor Ahai," she said.
Jon hough he remained cautious. He had left Vontis precisely because of the region's excessive religiosity, where he was veed as a heroic figure of their god—a role Jon didn't fully uand how to accept. It could be beneficial or detrimental, but for now, he didn't care. He turned his attention back to the woman.
"All right, then. I'll leave the city in your care and that of the red priests. Use the gold to sustain it. I'll send men iure to ge the system," Jon decred.
He uood this would be an arduous task. Ending svery wasn't enough; a new system o be implemeo keep the city funal and to help its people adapt. Dealing with a popution that had been eheir entire lives would be extremely challenging. That's why he decided to use the sve masters' gold to fund this initial ge and assign capable Artis to lead these efforts.
Jon believed every man had the right to choose the life he wanted. Svery was inpatible with his worldview, something he deeply despised—just as Daenerys had. She had supported him on this matter. She even wao be there, but Jon hadn't allowed it due to the iy of the battle.
For now, the red priests would take care of the city. Jon looked at the woman and nodded before returning to his men.
"Well, the's begin. After all, these sve masters owe us a debt, aend to make them pay. Let the trials ence!"
Everyone nodded in agreement. It didn't take long for a ptform to be erected in front of the pyramid. Jon waited as the city began to calm. From a distahe inhabitants watched the Artis warily, still afraid to approach. However, many came seeking answers about the city's future and their own lives.
Jon remained silent until the first execution began. The first Great Master was brought to the ptform, carried by soldiers. He ractically begging for his life in front of the crowd.
"Please, I had nothing to do with that attack!" the man shouted desperately.
Jon looked at him with a firm expression and responded, "I've heard that you began to fear my influen the world and sought to disrupt my trade. That sounds rather petty on your part. Is it true that you believe I'll put ao svery as well...?"
By this point, everything was clear—it was evident that the sve masters had po eliminate or dey Jon's movement in the world. They seemed to have received some kind of vision of the future from the sorcerers of a pce called the House of the Undying, where Jon was seen as a threat to their empire.
The atta Vontis had been an attempt to kidnap someone important to Jon, such as Arya, who stood beside him now. She looked at the sve master with indifferehough her gaze carried a simmering hatred. His pns had resulted in the death of Hil, Arya's friend, a loss for which she still bmed herself.
"Please, I had nothing to do with it! It was the other masters! I was against it!" the man cried desperately.
Jon, however, could see the lie clearly in his words. Without hesitation, he ordered, "Kneel, now."
The Arti soldiers forced the man to his knees, positioning his head on the blo front of everyohe man began to sob, trying to appeal to any shred of passion. Jon observed him coldly and decred:
"I, Jon Artica, King of Artica, sentence you to death fanizing murders and kidnappings against my people."
The ma his neck pressed against the wood. He sobbed and pleaded for his life, but there was nothio be dohe ey watched as Jon raised his sword, disbelief evident in the eyes of the sves as they realized one of the masters would truly be executed.
With a smooth, effortless motion, Jon decapitated the man using his Valyrian steel katana. The severed head rolled to the ground below the ptform.
"Bring the one," Jon ordered in an indifferent tone.
The sves, stunned, watched in sile was surreal for them to see one of the Great Masters executed in such a manner, something they had never imagined possible in their lifetimes.
One by one, more men were brought to the execution block. Jon decred their crimes aehem to death. He carried out the executions himself, his sword cutting through necks as the crowd watched, torween horror and admiration.
After some time, the ey could see the dead masters, their bodies lined up iy's ter. For many, it was surreal. The sves, who had been dominated and oppressed for so long, struggled to believe what they were witnessing.
"Well, we're done here," Jon said, ing his sword. "Now, we'll deal with the city's administration before returning to the fleet and heading north."
He began anizing preparations to leave Meereen in a funal state. Johat if he abahe city without aional system, chaos would ehe sves themselves might turn on each other in a struggle for foold until new masters emerged to seize trol.
"These people—many of them—'t imagine life without being sves," Jon murmured to himself. "If left alohey'll seek out s once again."
With that in mind, Jon began to establish a pn to maintain order iy as he prepared to tinue his journey north.
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I was going to take the sves, as in my inal draft, but I think that wouldn't work out for many reasons. Mixing the Artis with the sves from Meereen involves a signifit cultural and religious csh, which would create many problems for Jon. Therefore, I believe that formuting a new system within Sver's Bay is the best option.
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