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Lord of the thrones

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a teenage boy is thrown into the Game of Thrones mixed with Asoiaf. he may save a Ned Stark or two. He is the heir to the Iron Throne. Son of Cersei of house Lannister Son of Robert of house Baratheon. The god who forced him into the world did not leave him without gifts. He is an archer of legend, able to hit targets from over 370m meters. and, ge has a Stand. he will forge his name onto history books. (WARNING) (WARNING) THIS IS NOT A CRACK FIC BUT A MARIJUANA FIC.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

died, the first thing I saw after Truck-kun claimed another victim was an old man who stood tall.

"You have died, I am sorry" the old head sighed. Truck-kun didn't kill me. Truck-kuns. I was crossing a street when a moving truck hit me. I think his breaks weren't working because I heard lot of screaming about car breaks while I bled on the asphalt.

The moving truck made me fly into a stopped car across the intersection. I laid there for a few seconds before people tried to help me but I don't think an average Joe could help with multiple ribs sticking out of my chest.

I looked around at my current surroundings, it was an intersection. A fine canary yellow sofa adorned with images of a black colored stag.

The old man was sitting on it, then I was sitting on it. Rather odd feeling being teleported.

"So I made a mistake and it got you killed" said the old man, he let out a small sigh. This guy, no, being would not make mistakes. What reason would he have to mislead me?

"I don't know what reason would I have, you've got a keen mind, I saw the future and those words were the best choice for the best future, I was gonna make you play a variation of roulette to 'decide' what you were gonna get but let's skip that and just get your results" the old goat did air quotes with both pairs of his pointer and middle fingers when he said 'decide'

Then he explained what I would get "you will be reincarnated into the Game of thrones/Asoiaf world. It's a mix of the TV Show and the books.... You will have the skills and abilities of Faramir from the Lotr books and movies.... Be the only legitimate child of Robert Bartheon and Cersei lannister... have a unique stand never used in any of Arakis works. That's it... good luck"

284 A.C

I was covered in a viscous fluid and I felt someone holding onto my small frame.

Then someone said loudly "IT'S A BOY!!" "Hand him to me" a lady replied. Someone quickly wiped off the viscous fluid and then passed me off to someone else.

I opened my eyes and saw a strikingly beautiful woman, with curly golden hair, emerald green eyes, and fair skin.

This was not the same person from the TV Show. She was resting her back against a fine red wood bed frame. She had a painful yet joyful expression on her face.

I tried to turn my head but her hands and my lack of strength stopped that. Bobby B came into my peripheral, he had the same looks as he did in the TV show.

Gotta love Booby B.

He wouldn't die but I would make sure people think he is dead so I could be king

-289 A.C, 5 years old-

My father Robert had gone off to fight in the Greyjoy rebbelion. It was just me, my pregnant mother, and Geoffry who was a year younger than me.

We got ten years before the main events start. Since I'm the oldest it is likely Robert will attempt to Marry me off to Sansa stark.

I will not marry her, I shouldn't be so absolute in this it could be the best play. I do not know what The future holds. The most experience I've had with weapons were playing wooden swords with three year old Jeoffry but he sucks like a backstreet whore at fighting. So not very good.

Also I've got the unnatural strength of Faramir and Robert so that doesn't help Jeoffry's chances of beating me nor does it help his chances when I send him to the wall.

These 5 years have been miserable, for one year I could only shit and babble. For the second I had to pretend I couldn't form sentences and I kept stumbling. It's hard going from walking with the legs of a 15 year old to a 2 year old.

The war of the five kings, how about we make that the war of 4 queens and 1 king.

I really wanna do some proper battle. The four queens being, Dany, Yara greyjoy, Sansa, and Ellria sand. It would be hard to set this up but first I would have to remove all challengers to them.

Dany can conquer on her own path. Her challenges should make for a good challenge in the future.

Hardships cuase hardships.

A good example of this is Loras tyrell and Renly Baratheon. Loras gets hard so Renly gets hard.

Ellira sand would be easy, kill Oberyn blame it on Tywin and kill The current king of Dorne and his son. That might not be easy.

Yara Greyjoy shouldn't be so hard, right after Balon declares independence kill him then when Euron comes, kill him.

I wonder what my stand is, it hasn't been revealed to me yet. I hope it's strong enough too stand up too Dany's dragons.

This is all just babble, I probably won't be able to do this but it would be fun. My stand though, might be able to help me with this, only if it's a good assassin stand.

-292 A.C, 8 years old-

I walked down the dirty whites stone steps into a wide courtyard with two gates at ethier side. The wooden gate on the farside was closed. High stone walls with strong pillars protruding to hold up the battlements where the guards walked.

In the courtyard were a few weapons stands with colse combat weapons like swords, spears, and axes of all kinds and variations.

They all had blunt ends. I had a master at arms behind me. We made it to the dirt floor. I picked out a short sword. The master at arms picked the same blunted weapon.

I looked around and saw my uncle checking me out. I think he knew I wasn't his bastard because I was 8 and the size of a 12 year old and stronger then one. Robert Bartheon was also built like an actual stag.

The old master at arms attempted to teach me how to use a short sword but a short sword was Faramir's second favorite weapon after the bow.

The master at arms spoke "I'm gonna win" he gave a small shrug. Faramir had a different style of sword fighting compared to the Westorsi style.

Me and Ser kugiń the master at arms faced each other down. Right before plunged at each other he said "I'm going easy on you because your just a lad"

We both did a little plunge and clashed swords. Before he could react I pulled back my sword, his sword went the direction of where my blade was, I plunge to sword right next to his chest.

"You might wanna try harder then that slim jim" I mocked. He got a bit flustered. The guards who had nothing better to do started watching us.

Ser Kurgiń pulled his word back and I did the same "boy, I'm not gonna go so easy anymore" he said boustfully.

He got his sword into postion and I got mine into postion.