4 Chapter 3

Now, when it comes to magic, there are only a few things I can do in magic. First of all, all material related magics are out of running - while certainly loving, I don't think my mother is understanding enough for her to appreciate me making potions inside her belly.

So potions, herbology, transfiguration all out of question. On that note, anything like charms is not viable as well, because for 1, there aren't that many charms that will be useful right now, and for other I don't think my mother will be particularly happy if I Wingardium Leviosa her gut. Talk about pregnancy vomiting.

So that really only leaves the Mind Arts. Now this is an important magic - first, Occlumency at its finest gives Eidetic Memory, not to everyone, but for someone who's doing the Library of Heaven's Path (LOHP) brand of mind magic - of course it will.

Then, in the show, there was a moment, in which the Night King invaded Bran's mind to mark him, and in the books, the Three-eyed raven is known to regularly invade other people's dreams. So occlumency is an absolute necessity, And Legilimency, specifically the ability to invade other people's mind and plant suggestions, is absolutely crucial for my plans when I am delivered.

So, what is the first step of Occlumency, LOHP version?

Simple, all you do is connect your magical core (an astral projection of your magic, located somewhat near the navel) to the limbic system. The limbic system is really just 3 different parts of your brain - the amygdala, the hypothalamus, and the hippocampus. Together these 3 control your memory and emotions.

And that is the reason why the limbic system is important for Occlumecy, while it alone doesn't control all your memories and emotions, it is the major player, and since it right in the middle of your brain, it is a good place to start Occlumency with. In the more advanced versions of Occlumency can allow the full control over the brain, with the LOHP, Occlumency becomes even more overpowered, because a practitioner is able to fully control, not just the brain, but the nervous system as well, and that too not just of himself, but everyone around him, if he so wants.

So, I close my eyes and focus, I see a blue haze near where my navel is supposed to be. Already my magic has been awakened, for usual children, the magic awakening happens sometime when there 4 to 7, and here I am, not even born yet, god I'm a broken character.

I will a tendril of mana to follow my instruction, I anchor one end of the tendril to my core, and the other tendril at the very base of my spinal chord, simple and efficient, I love LOHP.

Then I will the mana resting at the bottom of the spinal chord to travel upwards. The moment I hit the limbic system, my consciousness is transported to a plain grass field. Here there are bright orbs all around me.

Welcome to my inner world.

This is the magical equivalent of my consciousness, the place whose restructuring will allow for me to practice Occlumency. Whatever I imagine to take place here, will happen, if I have the mana and the time required.

So, I imagine in my hand a vacuum and start sucking in all these different memories. I connect the vacuum straight to a computer via a cable, on the computer I add in different folders. One for my older memories, one for my memories of this life, and one for all the knowledge I learnt from the LOHP.

The moment I turned the vacuum on, I feel a drain on my magic. The vacuum worked for minutes at best, then sputtered to a stop as my magic ran out.

*Sigh*, these are going to be some long moths ahead.

(8 months later)

Finally I was done with my legilimency.

My first 4 months went into just vacuuming and sorting all my memories, at the end of which I got the legendary eidetic memory! Then the next month went into creating the best goddamn occlumency shields in existence. First there is the Wall throughout the perimeter of the consciousness, then ahead are thousands of miles of deep ocean, lava pools and tall mountains with krakens and dragons and eagles, each biome to destroy a different kind of legilimen. Then further inside is an inky black void that transports you in front of a freaking Death Star, choke filled with laser weapons and millennium falcons ready for deployment. The staff is still Storm Troopers, if you consider a person with Captain America level physique, with Quicksilver's speed and Hawkeye's accuracy, a normal Storm Trooper. Inside all of which is a computer that literally no one in all of Planetos knows how to operate, yes it is a bit of an overkill.

But the best part is the moment someone crosses the Wall, a small virus gets attached to them, which gets alive the moment they retract back to their own consciousness, sending me the current emotions and location of the legilimen, hah now I'm hoping that the icy prick tries to invade my mind.

For legilimency practice I have invaded my mother's mind, and oh boy is her story sad. She used to be a very tomboyish girl, wolf's blood her father used to say. Then she grew up into a true Northern beauty with brown hair and steel grey eyes, she had a wild beauty as many bards claimed. That beauty of course infatuated Robert Baratheon, Heir to Storm's End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands. He was brothers in all but blood with Eddard Stark, older brother to Lyanna Stark and younger brother to Brandon Stark, who was Heir to Winterfell, Lord Paramount of the North and Warden of the North.

While most noble girls faint at the very sight of a wound, Lyanna would have loved nothing more than to carry a sword, but her father would have none of it. Love struck, Robert whined and moaned until his father finally proposed a betrothal between Robert and Lyanna. Rickard, Lyanna's father, prompty agreed, there could be no better match in his opinion.

Lyanna of course disagreed. knowing the whoring and drinking ways of Robert, Lyanna had often confessed to her brother Eddard (Ned as he called by his loved ones) that she would have preferred a match with even a minor noble house in the North, than to be Robert's Lady, but again Lyanna's father would have none of it.

So, when Prince Rhaeghar Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne himself professed his love for her, it was as though a prince out of those fairy tales she had shunned as a child. This of course led to the events of Robert's Rebellion and little old me in her stomach, son of Lyanna and Rhaeghar.

Now that I have done practicing planting suggestions, I need to start my first part of the plan.

I invade her mind again, and produce an orb, dull at first, and slowly started giving it more power, until she did as I suggested.

"Ser Arthur, Ser Gerold" she called out.

2 men dressed with golden armors and white cloaks, one having the classic look of the Daynes of fair skin and hair, while the other also having white hair, but less due to blood, and more due to time; marched in.

"Your Grace," Arthur said "you called?"

"Ser Arthur, the baby, I can feel him, kicking and punching, there's not much time left."

"That is excellent news, Your Grace" said the older man.

"It is. But as the days pass, I fail my strength Sers. I can feel hold over life slipping, right now even as we speak..."

"Don't say that your Grace, you stand as the last mark of our Prince, in you dwells the last ember of our duty." said Arthur, rather quickly.

"While I don't know of your Prince's mark, I know that these things must be spoken, I need to make preparations for my child, if I am to depart early."

"What do you have in mind, your Grace?" Gerold said with a straight face.

"I need you to promise me, promise me that you will keep my child safe" Lyanna said in a hysterical tone, as she was about to continue, Arthur cut in "I have made an Oath, your Grace, and I shall keep it even till the ends of my wits and life."

"I don't want your oath as a Kingsguard Arthur. I just want you to promise me," my mother sobbed and continued, "me as your Little Lya, and you as my brother Art and Uncle Gerold. Promise me, Art, promise me"

Neither of the men had any heart to deny a dying woman her final wish, especially one so young, so innocent. Both of these men had fought dozens of battles, killed a hundred men and more, and yet a crying Lyanna almost broke them.

"You have my word your Gra... Lya." said Georld, voice cracking, as Arthur nods swiftly, not having the willpower to say anything and not break down crying himself.

"Thank you Art, thank you Uncle Ger." said my mother as she closes her eyes, searching for the peace in dreams that evaded her in life.