You know i always believed that nature was unbiased and only takes back what is hers and I can get that. So you must be wondering why i'm saying this well it's because gods are biased as hell and i must've done something to anger them since from the start of my day i noticed i was walking to the store then at of nowhere a earthquake happened and one piece (get it plus this was actually unplanned) of the street rose up and a 16 wheeler ramped of it and was about to hit me but i barreled rolled out of the way at the last second. The next accident is when I was doing my daily sleep in the forest and you may be wondering why didn't the animals attack me and that's because I basically sleep like a dead person and because I was very quiet my whole life I obtained this scary vibe around me which is useful. But anyway i was taking my nap when i felt it was colder than it should be so i opened my eyes and i saw lightning crackling and i started to smell a high amount or chlorine so i quickly rolled to the side and a second later 3 lightning bolts strike the place i was resting and i sigh since i was having a peaceful sleep. The last one was just bullshit asia satellite just fell 3 feet in front of me and knocked me back a couple of feet with no warning like the other two just a dropped it. Now after all those you would think that a misfired bullet from your neighbor cleaning his gun and shooting you through the wall wouldn't happen right….. Well that's how I died.
Origins of the World: The history of Westeros and the surrounding lands, as chronicled in George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series, begins with the creation of the world. According to the lore, the world was initially shaped by powerful beings known as the First Men and the Children of the Forest. The First Men, originating from Essos, crossed into Westeros and clashed with the indigenous Children of the Forest. The two groups eventually reached a fragile peace, marked by the pact that established the sacred Weirwood trees.
The Age of Heroes: The Age of Heroes was a time of legends and great deeds, featuring mythical figures such as Bran the Builder, who is said to have constructed the Wall and Winterfell. This era also saw the rise of the first kings and the forging of significant alliances. The most notable event from this period was the Long Night, a winter that lasted an entire generation. During this time, the White Walkers—supernatural creatures from beyond the Wall—brought terror to the realm. Humanity's survival was ensured by the hero Azor Ahai, who wielded a flaming sword known as Lightbringer.
The Targaryen Dynasty: The Targaryens, a family of dragonlords from Essos, came to power in Westeros following Aegon the Conqueror's unification of the Seven Kingdoms in 300 AC (After Conquest). Aegon established the Targaryen dynasty, which ruled Westeros for nearly 300 years. Their reign was marked by both consolidation of power and internal strife, including civil wars such as the Dance of the Dragons, a bloody conflict between rival factions of the Targaryen family over the Iron Throne.
The Fall of the Targaryens: The Targaryen dynasty ended with Robert's Rebellion, a civil war that led to the overthrow of King Aerys II Targaryen, known as the Mad King. Robert Baratheon, supported by prominent families such as the Starks, Lannisters, and Arryns, led the rebellion and claimed the Iron Throne. The fall of the Targaryens saw the last surviving member of the family, Daenerys Targaryen, flee to Essos.
The Present Day: The central narrative of A Song of Ice and Fire takes place during the aftermath of Robert's Rebellion. The Seven Kingdoms are ruled by Robert Baratheon, whose reign is marred by political intrigue and unrest. The struggle for power is further complicated by the resurgence of ancient threats, including the White Walkers and the return of dragons with Daenerys Targaryen.
Key Events and Characters: The story focuses on multiple characters and their intertwining fates. Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, becomes the Hand of the King to his old friend Robert Baratheon. His investigation into the death of his predecessor leads him to uncover dangerous truths about the legitimacy of Robert's heirs and the true nature of the Lannister family. Meanwhile, Daenerys Targaryen begins her quest to reclaim the Iron Throne, amassing an army and dragons along the way.
In the North, the Night's Watch guards the Wall against the ancient threat of the White Walkers, an existential danger that looms over the realm. Key figures such as Jon Snow, a member of the Night's Watch, play crucial roles in the defense against these supernatural beings.
The political landscape is characterized by complex alliances, betrayals, and power struggles among various noble families, including the Lannisters, Starks, Baratheons, and Greyjoys. Each faction vies for control of the Iron Throne and influence over the Seven Kingdoms.
Ongoing Conflicts: As the story unfolds, the struggle for power continues amid the encroaching threat from the White Walkers. The intricate web of alliances, betrayals, and personal ambitions drives the narrative, leading to shifting allegiances and epic battles. The ultimate resolution of these conflicts remains central to the series, as characters confront their destinies and the profound implications of their actions.
(Jinx pov)
My eyebrow rises as i reroll the scroll i was given and placed it back on the table and looked at the old man drinking tea."can i ask why i had to read the history of game of thrones?" i asked the man who said nothing but put down his teacup and poured himself some more tea along with me and slid the tea cup to me which i gratefully accepted before the old man said something."Look Jinx a lot of other worlds are actually just thoughts made from people's thought with some being random or not and sometime some people dream of them which is how many popular works get created like dragon ball, naruto, one piece and even tensura or shield hero but once we send someone there we can't really involve ourselves with the world anymore but watch. Now onto business with firstly comes my apologies on leaving you stuck in the void for 1.3 billion years death was busy arguing with destiny and destruction then the presence had to calm them down while me and the one above all was playing pai sho and god was laying around in his ring of heaven on the beach. Anyway i'm impressed you even managed to absorb some of death's energy without going insane and lets not mention the cold that realm. But anyway i'm here to give you a choice to reincarnate in this world but unlike the fanfic's you read you will be the younger brother of Rickon stark lord of winterfell during house of the dragon. Now he will be 22 years old when you are born however something will happen 5 days after your born and you won't be use your full magic power until you turn 15 but could be changed with your roulette which you have ten of" Hiroshi said which he then snapped his finger's and slot machine with 10 slots but i stopped hiroshi." can i use one of my roulette wheels for a wish that i can use all my spells and potions i memorized from harry potter and maybe can i already master protego diabolica " i asked and hiroshi looked with a raised eyebrow before snapping his finger's and a book appeared and he spawned some classes and took a look. " this is a lot of spells and potions and from my count 89 spells and 21 potion's which is impressive so i'll grant it along with the protego diabolica mastery but you will have to train protego and fiendfyre which i will give you the knowledge to cancel the spell aswell. For the other spells you'll have to learn to control them but it can be easier if you get a talent" hiroshi said and i nodded then pulled the lever and the slots stared spinning in a ungodly rate. After about a minute the slots finally stopped and i almost jumped in joy at my choices
Gellert Grindelwald talent
3 deathly hallows
Animal Manipulation(Raven, Gyrfalcon, Leopard Seal, Narwhal, Polar Bear, Musk Ox, Dire Wolves, Sea Otters, Snowy Owls, Arctic Foxes, Boreal Bluet, Arctic Bumblebee, Snow Fleas, Krill, kraken)
Flesh masking(faceless men)
blood/sacrifce magic
warg
4 craftsman master( Glass Blowing Mastery, Construction Mastery, Sculpting Mastery,Metalsmithing Mastery)
Jack sparrow's compass
Firelink and moonlight greatswords crafting recipe
"Well it seems you have some good fortune today but before i send you off i want to let you know that because you spent over a billion years in the void you gained the power to manipulate the cold but you'll still have to train it also i gonna give you a dragon as another sorry gift for just look for the one place where the sun's heat never hits along with a King system. bye now" hiroshi said before snapping his fingers and everything went dark.
(Jinx pov)
When i opened my eyes again, what greeted me was a stone ceiling instead of my marble one at my house. I tried to get a better look around but my body refused to obey me. But I could move my head enough to see that the room was packed. I suspect everything needed for any emergency or need.
Since i couldn't move i decided to see if i had a system window so i called "status" in my head but nothing happened so i asked for skill window and to my surprise it worked and i looked at my skills.
"Ok these will definitely make my life easy hell even the north could prosper" i thought then continued trying to move but progress continued to elude me so i gave me and just enjoyed my lazy life.
(a/n: also i want to just say that there will be a lot of time skips early on because it's hard to plan for this)
After a while what i presume to be my mother arrives and she was beautiful espelly for her age but from her clothes a blind man could tell she was a warrior to her core.
"Oh my baby boy it seems you finally awake with how much you sleep people might call you the sleeping wolf," she said and i got a closer look at her and she had the classic northern look but what was different was her pure purple galaxy eyes.she then brought me over to a rocking chair and slowing started to rock back and fourth. She then told me about her day which started by training their house guards to her walking around winter town helping where she can. She then rambled on about how my father was getting slower in being warden of the north and my brother rickon was being more involved in the ruling the north.
Now most reincarnated would probably tone her out but i intently listened since she was my mother now and because of how my life went in my past life i always took what my mother said to heart so the same will apply to her as well.after listening to her for another hour i started to feel tired and my mother could immediately tell so she put me back in the grib and gave me a kiss on the head then left and i closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I woke up to my door opening and what appeared in my vision was three men with the oldest being around late 40's but still had that tuff northerner look, the second oldest was a sort of handsome man that had profound northern features, the youngest looked more like someone from the south then a northern man and from what it looks like the two of them were arguing although they were silent about it but not silent enough as the older man slapped them over their head.
" Rickon! Thoren! I will not have this arguing in front of your brother who if you idiots have not witnessed, has awakened to your nonsense" the older man who i assume was my father and the two men with him being my brothers. My father then came over and picked me up but then looked at my right forearm and stared at it which made me curious and i took a peak and there was the sigil for the deathly hallows.
"Father did the measter's ever find any text about the mark on his arm?" rickon said from behind my father but before he could answer a little girl probably the age of 5 came running in but the most captivating thing about the girl was her beauty and silver-white hair."father! Is he awake!?" the little girl asked and my father turned to look at her."lagertha why have i told you about yelling at this time of night?" my father asked with a stern glare directed at her which made he lower her head.
"....to not do it?"lagertha said in a low tone which made my father to nod his head then turned back to Rickon."now Rickon i have talks with the maester and he looked over some ancient texts and discovered a legend about three brothers were traveling together and reached a river too dangerous to cross. They used magic to create a bridge, impressing Death, who felt cheated of three new victims. Death pretended to reward them with powerful gifts as a ploy to eventually bring about their downfall.
The First Brother, proud and combative, asked for a wand that would make him unbeatable. Death gave him the Elder Wand, the most powerful wand in existence.
The first brother used the wand to defeat an enemy but boasted of his invincibility, drawing the attention of another wizard who killed him in his sleep and stole the wand. Thus, Death claimed the first brother.
The Second Brother, grieving a lost love, asked for the power to bring the dead back. Death handed him the Resurrection Stone, which could summon souls from the afterlife.
The second brother used the stone to bring back his beloved, but she was cold and distant, for she didn't truly belong to the living world. Driven mad by her unreachable presence, he took his own life, reuniting with her in death. Death claimed the second brother.
The Third Brother, wise and humble, asked for something that would allow him to evade Death. Death reluctantly gave him his own Invisibility Cloak, one that would conceal him from even Death's gaze.
The third brother lived a long life, using the cloak to stay hidden when he wished. When he was old and ready to die, he passed the cloak to his son and greeted Death as an old friend, leaving the world on his own terms with death like a old friend.
The Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, and Invisibility Cloak are collectively known as the Deathly Hallows. According to legend, anyone who possesses all three would be the Master of Death. And from some detailed descriptions this mark is death's mark which shows those who have truly cheated death and escaped his grasp. Now children, unlike those being healed either by their own will, luck or by the help of others they only survive because death gives their blessing and allows them to live another day but rarely has anyone bypassed death without permission.
In history only thing close to this feat was legendary nightking was said to evade death by become it but he never truly died either from what texts believed" my father told his children as he sat me down in the crib which i noticed was near a bed with wooden toys near it along with some small clothes that looked for a child which i assume was lagertha's which meant this was her room probably acting like my protector or something.
"Now the seven kingdoms will be known by Jeanyx Deathborn of house stark but the story of the deathly hallows must be kept secret cause the faith will think of him as a obamanation and if that so that comes to pass then i vow by the old gods they will feel my wrath" my father said with the vow being directed to me as he tickled my stomach and i laughed even though i half enjoyed it while the other half was complete embarrassment at the action.
The three men then started about some politics then my father brought up the matter of my mother who name is Alysarya was actually a bastard between Viserra Targaryen and the brother of the current lord of house mormont. but the father died during a bandit attack and during that night of passion she got pregnant with my mother and not wanting to to face the ridicule of her father faked her death and instead of her being burned at the funeral pyre a random woman she switched got burned to ashes while she traveled to lys and gave birth to my mother who when she was 15 moved to the north on the behest of her mother who stayed in lys while my mother married my father.
Apparently my grandmother sent a letter about how her sister saera targaryen who was banished also had a daughter that was just born a day after me. Thoren then asked if i was going to be married to saera daughter and my father said he wasn't sure but will think about it and he put me back in my grib and left with my siblings with lagatha giving me one last look before leaving.
(timeskip)
The past few days had been eventful, yet oddly repetitive. My routine consisted mostly of sleeping, eating, and spending fleeting moments with my father and brothers. But most of my time was spent with my sister, Lagatha. She had a fierce spirit, and tonight, she confided in me about her dreams of becoming a warrior. It wasn't the first time she had brought it up, and our father, though initially hesitant, eventually agreed. He knew better than to argue too much—especially with mother. Her silent treatment was worse than death itself, a punishment that bore down on one's soul like an unbearable weight until it was lifted.
But something felt different about this night. I could sense it even before I drifted into an uneasy sleep. My body felt strange, as though it no longer answered to my will, a sensation that sent ripples of unease through my mind. That's when I recalled Death's words: something significant would happen on the fifth day after I awoke in this world. The thought lingered in the back of my mind, but before I could dwell on it further, I was pulled from my reverie by the sound of the door creaking open.
The dim light of the moon revealed three hooded figures slipping into the room. Their movements were swift and deliberate, and my unease grew as I watched them silently approach. One of the figures bent over Lagatha's bed, effortlessly lifting her sleeping form and draping her over their shoulder. She didn't stir, still lost in the depths of sleep. Another figure moved toward me, their gloved hands gripping me tightly. But unlike Lagatha, I was wide awake.
Their steps faltered when they noticed my eyes, alert and unblinking. The man holding me hesitated, confusion flashing across his shadowed face. I didn't cry, didn't struggle, only stared. It was as though I could see the cogs turning in his head, questioning why a mere child wouldn't be terrified. But he didn't dwell on it for long. His grip tightened as he turned to leave, and the three of them slipped out into the cold night, carrying us with them.
We were loaded onto a horse-drawn wagon waiting outside the walls of Winterfell. The chill of the night air bit at my skin, but I barely noticed. I watched silently as we were taken farther and farther from the towering walls of our home. The vast expanse of snow-covered wilderness stretched endlessly before us, the world illuminated by the pale light of the moon.
Hours passed in tense silence until we arrived at a desolate shore. There, an unmarked ship awaited us, its dark silhouette bobbing on the icy waters. The hooded figures moved with urgency, carrying us aboard without a word. Lagatha still hadn't woken, her head lolling gently as they set her down in the ship's cramped hold. I was placed beside her, the darkness closing in around us as the hatch was shut tight.
The ship set sail immediately, the creaking of wood and the rhythmic crashing of waves filling the silence. Two days passed in this suffocating darkness, the only sound the distant voices of the crew above deck and the relentless howl of the wind. I kept my eyes on Lagatha, hoping she would wake soon, but something felt wrong. She remained too still, her breaths shallow and uneven.
On the second night at sea, the skies unleashed their fury. A powerful storm descended upon us without warning, the winds howling like a chorus of the damned. The ship groaned and lurched as massive waves slammed into its hull, sending us tumbling across the hold. The cries of the crew echoed above, frantic and desperate, but it was clear they were fighting a losing battle.
The storm raged on, unrelenting, until a deafening crack signaled the ship's doom. The mast snapped like a twig under the weight of the wind, and water began pouring in from every direction. The world tilted violently as the ship capsized, plunging us into the icy depths of the sea.
The freezing water stole the breath from my lungs, and the weight of the storm pressed down on me as I was pulled under. I caught a fleeting glimpse of Lagatha, her form disappearing into the blackness as the waves carried us away. My body fought instinctively to surface, but the cold sapped my strength with every passing second.
And then, everything went silent.