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Chapter 96: Chapter 93

As Bahamut's proclamation lingered in the air, a blend of awe and apprehension settled over the gathered men in the hall. The revelation of dragons, especially ice dragons, induced fear in many hearts. However, the reassurance in Bahamut's voice and his unwavering confidence began to alleviate the rising anxiety.

Seated beside Bahamut, Eddard Stark observed the reactions of the men. He understood that the decision to abandon the Wall's protective barrier was not made lightly, but the revelation of dragons changed the entire strategic landscape. With a sense of responsibility for his people, Eddard knew he had to support Bahamut's decision.

As murmurs grew louder in the hall, with men exchanging concerned glances, Bahamut raised his hand once more, calling for silence. "I understand this is a drastic shift, but it is a necessary one. Dragons, as formidable as they may be, don't mean we lack hope. We have dragons as well, and they will join us when we reach Winterfell. Our true power lies in our unity, our determination, and our ability to adapt."

Mance Rayder stood up and addressed the people, "I know this decision is unsettling, but we don't have a choice. Prepare yourselves and your families. We leave at dawn." The hall erupted into a mix of resignation and determination. The gravity of the situation sank in, and the men began discussing their preparations.

Families huddled together, offering reassurances, while leaders of various groups conferred on the logistics of the impending journey. Bahamut, Eddard, and Mance Rayder observed the scene. Bahamut's eyes scanned the room, seeking the smallest hint of dissent or fear. He recognized the weight of his decision and the trust placed in him by these people.

With a nod to Eddard, Bahamut exited the hall, leaving the leaders to coordinate the preparations. The cold winds outside seemed to carry the weight of uncertainty. Outside the hall, Bahamut found Aithusa awaiting him. The small dragon nuzzled against his side, sensing the gravity of the situation. "We are making history, my child." Bahamut whispered to Aithusa, acknowledging the challenges that lay ahead.

As preparations continued throughout the night, the news of their imminent departure spread beyond Castle Black. The Wildlings, initially wary of the alliance, now saw the necessity of moving south. Mance Rayder, known for his leadership among the Free Folk, played a crucial role in garnering support and ensuring a smooth transition.

The next morning unfolded with a palpable air of tension. The cold winds sweeping through the Wall carried with them whispers of uncertainty. Bahamut, adorned in his customary black attire, stood at the forefront, flanked by Eddard and Mance. Together, they surveyed the assembled men and women, their collective gaze piercing the veil of dawn.

Eddard, known as the silent wolf, chose to break the weighty silence. Addressing the gathering, he spoke words of unity and determination, "We embark on a journey into the unknown, but united, we shall prevail. Trust in your leaders, trust in each other, and trust in the strength that lies within."

With these words lingering in the frigid air, the march southward commenced. A solemn procession of men, women, and children left Castle Black behind. The Wildlings, once deemed adversaries, now walked side by side with the Northerners. The crunching of snow beneath their boots and the distant howls of wolves created an eerie melody that accompanied their somber journey.

As they ventured farther from the Wall, Bahamut's mind was a cauldron of thoughts, swirling with the impending confrontation that awaited them. The dragons beyond the Wall were an unpredictable force, and although Bahamut projected confidence before others, within, he harbored a hope for the best. The presence of an ice dragon heightened the stakes, casting a shadow over what was once a symbol of homecoming—the journey to Winterfell now carried the weight of survival.

Days melted into nights, and the landscape metamorphosed from the icy desolation near the Wall to the familiar, snow-covered expanses of the North. Winterfell, a bastion of hope, gradually loomed on the horizon. The beacon of the ancestral home offered solace to those who had traversed the unforgiving terrain.

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