Chapter 1

It was odd dying the first time. We humans finally did the inevitable and killed ourselves. It was the year 2035 when Russia first nuked Ukraine kickstarting WW3. Every man was conscripted into the army of their country.

I initially thought Nigeria will be left out as we had no nuclear power but it seems that was delusional of me. For five years I fought on the front lines in places like Austria, Luxemborg even Russia. I mostly went on search and destroy or rescue operations. Surviving by the skin of my teeth. Eventually my luck would run out.

I was captured by Russian operatives and was tortured for months. Even after I gave up the information. Turns out I got famous during the war. Who knew surviving certain death enough times raises your value in certain spaces. Eventually America fired a nuke at Russia and my luck was it was in the city I was in. I was incenarated in an instant.

I was drifting for a long time in the darkness. It seems there was no mansion in the sky afterall. Time had no meaning only pain. So much pain.

Eventually after a long I got used to the pain and finally opened my eyes. I can finally see. So many colors… Its so bright and vivid. Its like switching from thirty frames to 4k. There are other things out there. Monsters, dimensions left untapped or occupied. I was in so much awe of what was going around me… so much so I forgot an important lesson.

When you stare into the abyss It also stares back

Immediately I was hurled through space. Moving faster than I could think. The pain rose to new level. I kept going faster.. faster…faster.

And then silence.

It was completely dark again. Is this my punishment to endure this darkness for eternity. Am I in hell?

'Why is he not crying or opening his eyes? Is my son…' said a distressed voice. Who is saying that.

'Mi'lady it happens sometimes to new born babes. He will open his eyes soon.'

New born babes… what the fuck is she talking about. Is this an illusion one of those entities put me in for my indiscretion. Or… no… is it… did I get isekai'd?

I slowly opened my eyes to confirm my suspicions. The light was so bright I had to squint my eyes. I eventually saw her. Her skin was dark with snow white hair and very violet eyes. A giant? No… I'm the one who is small. She was looking worried initially but as my eyes were open she finally started smiling.

'He's awake. I'm so glad. My little star.'

'What did you name him, mi'lady?'

'Aaron. Aaron Snow. He's eyes are as grey as his father's were. We didn't love each other and knew what we had was temporary. But I'm glad I decided to have him.'

'I love him already… is that meant to happen? My parents won't approve but I'll keep him and raise him to be a worthy Rogáre.'

She's my mother. I should have guessed that immediately. And grey eyes… Rogáre… I've heard this before. My friend was once telling me about a book she was reading. A song of Ice and Fire. Grey eyes should be the Starks. Rogáre's have something to do with Valyrians can't really remember. So two magical bloodlines. Maybe I can learn magic.

I almost forgot that babies are meant to cry out when they come out. And as dignified as I possibly can I start wailing. Don't want to give them more reasons to hate me as a bastard.

Time skip- 6 years

266 AC

As the years past I can confidently say it is not an illusion. I died and was reborn in another universe. I'm born in Essos to a noble family in Lys. I'm also a bastard but it doesn't carry the same stigma as it does in Westeros. Not that I care. Lots of people are born out of wedlock in my former world it was the norm. That disposition hasn't left me. Whether out of wedlock or not my child would carry my name.

My mom is Anissa Rogáre I'm still not sure if she was mentioned in the main series or was canon at all. Afterall this might be an Alternate Universe.

She is forty years old. A sweet woman to her family but is very harsh on slaves when they annoy her. Its to be expected she's an Essosi noble not a Westorosi. Slaves are a part of her culture and I have to respect it even if I don't like it.

I'm nice to everyone that works in the household you never know when a small kindness might save your life.

My earlier years I acted as normal as I could. I learnt to walk when I was one, started talking by two. I run around and climb things at home as expected of a child. But I'm also a very solemn kid. Even I noticed I tend to brood a bit.

I was taught different subjects by the tutors hired such as languages like High Valyrian, broken valyrian and common tongue (which is English tho a bit like the 1700s) and history for now.

This world is different. Its seems more mystically inclined than in nature. I've seen pyromancers perform tricks with flames they generated. From what I've read about the Long Night it is definitely not going like the way in the show. There is no Night King. The Others are a race. Like ice-fey. Or so everyone believes.

Today I'm going to begin my training in arms. I've taken inspiration from this Arthur Dayne character Amy was gushing about that dual wields. You never know in this world when you're going to lose an arm. I decided on using either two bastard swords or a bastard sword and an axe.

Time skip -5 years

271 AC

Its been five years since I started training in combat. Thank the old gods I'm a genius here. I've been growing bigger and stronger as years go by and my intuition sharpens with every spar. I can already beat my fourteen year old true born cousin Lysandro.

He's not bad. I'm just too good. My mom and I were finally invited back into the main family manse by her parents. She never told me she was exiled by them. I thought she was an independent woman. She was always so strong.

But life goes on. My grandfather hates my mom. Said she brought shame by having a bastard as an only child. He once threatened to sell her to a pillow house in Lys. No one in the family defended her except me. I screamed and argued with him eventually received lashes for my impudence.

It cemented my hatred for the Rogáres.Over the years I found out I was a warg. A powerful one at that. At first I could only warg into one raven. I kept practicing with other birds and animals for more than ten years now. Ever since I came into the world and found out I was a Stark it had been one of my main priorities.

Now I can warg into almost any animal I see and issue some simple commands except those bonded to other wargs. I have two main bonds for now. Two ravens, Munnin and Huginn. I've been using my bonds to scout the estate. I've used rats and lizards to mfind where the gold and treasures are kelt.

I found Truth. If they piss me off enough I'll abscond with it. I've been trying greenseeing but I haven't been so successful on that front. Just the occasional vague dreams.

Time Skip- 3 years

274 AC

My mother is dead. Assasinated in her own home. Kinslayers! I always knew these fuckers were no kin of mine.