Mufasa looked at the several wildling elders in front of him, all of whom were nervously examining the writing on the horn.
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Before the first men arrived on the continent of Westeros, the Children of the Forest and the Giants had no writing. They only communicated through language, and sometimes through telepathy.
However, when the first men arrived, they brought writing. Their writing was carved onto clay tablets and wooden boards, but because they lacked paper and ink and didn't know how to preserve them, they weren't passed down.
Now, on the continent of Westeros, only the Vale wildlings and the Wildlings from Beyond the Wall still preserve the writing of the first men.
"Mufasa, this horn is the Giant's Horn, also called the horn of winter. It belongs to the Giants, and the writing on it says: 'When the horn sounds, the earth trembles, and Giants emerge from underground, destroying anything that blocks their path,'" said a One-Eyed Dragon wildling elder.
"Then how can it be blown? I tried, but I couldn't make a sound," Mufasa asked.
"The Giant's Horn can only be sounded by a Giant. Humans cannot blow it," said the One-Eared wildling leader.
"Giants?" Mufasa frowned.
The Giants are all Beyond the Wall, and the current Giants are much shorter than their ancestors.
"That's right. Look how big this horn is. Can an ordinary person even lift it?"
Mufasa glanced at the horn, which was two or three meters long, and shook his head. It was normal that an ordinary person couldn't sound such a horn.
Next, Mufasa discussed with them whether they would submit to the rule of the Vale Lords. They could farm and wouldn't have to constantly alternate between starving and being full.
The territory of the Vale wildlings is not large, unlike the Wildlings from Beyond the Wall who can hunt. Here, they can only survive by force.
They were originally first men, but they fled into the deep mountains because they refused to submit to the andals. Over time, they became wildlings.
"Wildlings will never be slaves, unless you let us be lords," said the One-Eared leader.
"That's right. Every chief of our tribes must receive the treatment of a City Lord," said the One-Eyed Dragon wildling.
"How many wildlings are there here? How many tribes?" Mufasa asked.
"We have about sixty thousand wildlings in total, spread across about ten tribes. However, only three or four tribes have large populations. For example, the Burned Men Tribe, the Black Ears Tribe, and the Moon Men Tribe."
Mufasa thought for a moment and said, "You can form four or five large tribes, and then elect your own leaders. I will report your situation to the Warden of the Vale and King's Landing."
"If you are willing to build your own cities and live there, perhaps both sides can be secured. In the meantime, we will provide you with food."
"However, once the city is built, you must swear allegiance to the Warden of the Vale upon the honor of the first men," Mufasa said.
The wildling elders conferred. They had no other options now. Winter was coming, and the food in every one of their tribes was almost gone.
They could only resort to robbery again, but robbery wasn't always successful.
If they encountered the Knights of the Vale, they would be utterly wiped out. The Knights of the Vale are famous throughout the Seven Kingdoms.
"We can go with you to The Eyrie to meet the head of House Arryn," said One-Eared.
"Alright, we'll leave tomorrow. Tonight, let me stay here for a night!" Mufasa said.
When the wildlings heard he intended to stay the night, they were surprised. Wasn't he afraid of having his throat slit in the dark?
Mufasa was fearless because the special talent of the Gods Chosen gave him nine lives.
That night, Mufasa attended the wildlings' bonfire party in The Mountains of the Moon. They brought out their best food to entertain Mufasa.
The wildlings are actually quite simple and honest, much better than the scheming people in King's Landing.
They are just a bit primitive and refuse to submit to royal rule.
"Mufasa, have you heard the Vale's legend about the Fire Witch in The Mountains of the Moon?" Mia Stone asked, sitting next to Mufasa and holding a roasted corn cob.
"The Fire Witch of the Vale? Tell me about it," Mufasa said.
When the people of the Burned Men Tribe come of age, they go deep into the mountains to find a Fire Sorceress, who makes her Fire Dragon breathe fire. Different wildlings are willing to let different parts of their bodies endure the flames.
"It's just that over the past few decades, the Burned Men Tribe started burning themselves, perhaps because both the Fire Sorceress and the Fire Dragon have died!" Mia Stone said.
"Fire Sorceress, Fire Dragon!"
Mufasa seemed to realize something.
During the Dragon Civil War, the Dance of the Dragons, Daemon Targaryen's mistress, Nettles the Maiden, and the Sheep Stealer were last seen flying toward the depths of The Mountains of the Moon. The location matches.
"Nettles must be dead, but is the Sheep Stealer dead too?" Mufasa wondered.
It seems none of the Targaryen dragons died of old age; they all died in battle. No one knows exactly how long a dragon can live.
Mufasa decided to go deep into The Mountains of the Moon to take a look. Mufasa mounted Heraka, immediately alarming all the wildlings.
"Mufasa, where are you going?" they asked.
"I'm going to look for the Fire Sorceress and the Fire Dragon, to see if their corpses are there."
After Mufasa finished speaking, he rode Heraka, leaping forward along the mountain path and disappearing from everyone's sight.
It started snowing in the Vale Mountains, and the road was difficult. But Heraka didn't feel any cold or difficulty; he flew and ran at the same time. Mufasa told him not to go too fast.
The Mountains of the Moon are vast, and Mufasa only planned to check places where caves existed.
He found that some caves contained many bones, which didn't look like wildling leftovers but rather Great Dragon leftovers.
Because some huge leg bones were bitten through, something a human couldn't possibly do.
Some cave walls had scorch marks and terrifying claw marks.
"Keep searching. Sheep Stealer might be dead, but she might have left some dragon eggs," Mufasa said.
Heraka continued flying with Mufasa. They searched all night and finally arrived at the best cave. This was the finest cave in all of The Mountains of the Moon, with no signs of anyone having been there.
Mufasa dismounted at the entrance. He used the Fireball spell to light his way and walked into the cave alone. Heraka was too large; if he wanted to enter, he would have to crawl, and he wasn't willing to crawl, so Mufasa told him to wait outside.
As Mufasa walked, he suddenly stepped on a pile of something. He looked down, illuminating it with the firelight, and saw a large pile of Dragon Feces.
"This is Dragon Feces. Could it be that the Sheep Stealer isn't dead yet?" A bad feeling rose in Mufasa's heart, and he started backing away.
From the dark cave ahead, a Dragon Roar sounded, followed immediately by scorching dragonflame, which instantly roasted Mufasa into human jerky.
Mufasa died, but he had only died once.
The Gods Chosen talent of the Nine-Colored Deer brought him back to life. When Mufasa regained consciousness, he found himself back in the wildling tribe, with Mia Stone holding a roasted corn cob and telling him about the Fire Sorceress.
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