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Arya Stark Rules Winterfell

Apocalypse Days: I Rule with Foresight and a Powerful Son

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.
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Incarnation of Lord Vishnu

At the foot of Mount Mandala, where the morning mist dances with the whisper of the wind, the village of Tirta Suci stands in sacred silence. The clear river sparkles like glass, reflecting the shadows of the mountains, while the dense forest surrounding it whispers ancient tales of the gods. In this place, time feels like it slows down, as if the earth itself has stopped breathing, waiting for something great to happen. Arya, a simple young man with eyes as sharp as stars, seemed lost in his dreams. Every night he was haunted by visions: a burning battlefield, a golden chakra spinning in his hand, and a grand voice whispering, "Arise, O protector of the world." However, when he woke up, only silence answered. On the back of his hand, a chakra-shaped birthmark glowed faintly, as if it were a reminder of an unavoidable destiny. On the other hand, Laksmi, the village chief's daughter, looked at Arya with eyes that radiated more than just admiration. There was a conviction within her that the seemingly fragile young man harbored a strength capable of shaking the world. He knew that Arya's destiny was greater than what met the eye. With her gentle smile, Laksmi often said, "You were not born to hide, Arya. The world needs you." However, the peace of Tirta Suci Village did not last long. The blue sky turned gray as a dark shadow emerged from the forest. The Raksaka forces, with glowing red eyes and blood-soaked tridents, stormed the village mercilessly. The ground trembled, trees fell, and the screams of the villagers shattered the silence. Amidst the chaos, Arya stood, his body trembling, but in his eyes shone something different a spark of courage he had never realized before. As he raised his hand, the chakra mark on his back emitted a blinding light. In an instant, a golden beam shot forth, destroying the shadow army in front of him. Everyone fell silent, including Arya himself. He stared at his hand, which was now glowing, as if a great power was flowing through his veins. Laksmi whispered, almost inaudible amidst the roar: "You are the incarnation of Lord Vishnu." Amidst the blackened ashes and the gloomy sky, Arya knew his life would never be the same again.
Oyex_Sabiansyah · 10.8K Views
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