Chapter 1:

Chapter 1:

Author note: Weekends I can only do one daily, but Monday to Friday I can do two easily.

So I promise in total around 12-14 chapters a week.

Enjoy!

So I died, and the first thing that I see is an old man standing in front of me.

"I am sorry, but... I have to say that you are dead." The old sighed.

My death was gruesome; I was eaten by a shark, well... partly, apparently sharks don't like humans... too many bones.... so after he took my leg, he left bleeding out, so yeah... I hate sharks.

"I imagined as much," I chuckled drily as I inspected the room I was in.

We were, for some reason under the ocean, the water stretched out as far as the eye could see, perhaps symbolizing how I died.

Amidst all the water there was a living where we sat together on a European sofa, at least I think so.

The old man I suspected to be God, had a minibar with chocolates and drinks, nothing with alcohol, which was what I needed right now.

It kind of felt like a doctors waiting room, the room wasn't wet, thanks to his godly powers I imagine, but in the end, it was all very classic, if nothing else.

"So do you greet everyone that dies?" I inquired, filled with curiosity.

God stared at me for a second, before answering, "No, saints normally, I decided to greet you because... it's my fault you died.... sorry?"

"Ok... I gotta ask... how is your fault thought?" I was dead, and he was god, being angry wasn't going to bring my life back, but I am quite curious how an almighty being messes up.

"Well, I might have a accidentally dropped a shark close to you... and I might have noticed that a tad late?" God offered, clearly embarrassed.

How the fuck you accidentally drop... no be the better person and don't ask, "Ok, that explains nothing, but anyways what now?"

"Normally, you would go to heaven or get your soul recycled, but after this blunder I can't, I must repay you!" God said with conviction.

"I suppose getting my ass back to live is out of the question... I mean you would've have offered..." I sighed.

"Yes, once a soul leaves the mortal realm in this realm, said soul can't re-enter, I made the rules, I can't bend them... but I can send you to another world..." God added in the end with a smile.

What world though, if it was a bad world, I think I would rather enjoy eternal bliss...or boredom in heaven, "What world?"

"I think is commonly known in your realm as, Westeros, or Game of Thrones," God added excitedly.

Oh yes, the book series that taught me to never get attached to a character ever again, I remembered when Ned Stark died, I wanted to kill Joffrey myself.... would you look at that, I can do that now.

"While I find the idea, really... and I mean really interesting, I would die in a matter of hours, I work in IT, my skill set is useless there," I informed him.

"I know that's why you will enter the wheel of fortune! You will get three random powers! Isn't that great... I mean you can technically get something useless... like the power to control a cup of water, but you can also get the really good stuff," God chuckled.

The prospect of getting a three powers was quite exciting, and could very well prove to make my new life in Westeros easier.

"Alright, let's see what I get," I nodded.

God smiled and complied, making a wheel of fortune appear in front of me, "Roll!"

Nodding I took the wheel and spun the shit out of it.

I couldn't really see what was going on, the wheel was going fast and I didn't understand the language written over it, so it was extra stressful for me.

The wheel eventually stopped, on something I couldn't read, so I gave God a look that said, please translate.

"Oh... sorry, I haven't updated the language on that thing since the dawn of humanity, never got to use it, let's see your first power is.... having Captain America's power, Aka the super-soldier serum," God said.

The super-soldier body, that one alone made my life easier, in that world.

So without further delay, I spun the wheel again, wondering what I would get this time.

Once again the wheel stopped, and god translated smiling widely at this one, "you got a power inspired in me! Gandlfr, also known as the Left Hand of God,"

I knew this power; it was from an old anime I saw if I remember correctly the primary power of a Gandlfr is absolute mastery of any item meant for combat, from swords and pistols to artillery cannons and fighter aircraft not that some of those weapons are going to be available for me.

"Awesome, super bod and a master of arms, great," I smiled, destiny was definitely smiling at me.

I spun the wheel again, wondering what would be my last power.

When the wheel decided to stop, God started to laugh, as he translated, "You got the right hand of God, Vindlfr."

I got both the right and left hand of God, my last power.

Vindlfr or the Right Hand of God has the special ability to control animals, be it a dog or a dragon, my bond with them would surpass anything.

"I guess that's all?" I smiled, I was quite happy with the luck I had on those spins, it could've been worse, but I got some nice powers.

"Yes it is, now enjoy being a baby again!" God chuckled, and before I could ask or say something, the world around me faded.

[5 YEARS LATER][YEAR 289 AC]

I had forgotten entirely about the Greyjoy rebellion, father when back to war.

But I wasn't concerned with this situation. I know we will win.

On other matters, I'm six, and I started practicing with the sword a year ago, and everyone thinks I'm a genius, I can't beat adults yet... but they have a hard time winning.

After the war, my father, married another woman, she's young enough to be my sister, and she's quite the spoiled brat.

She's sixteen; my father is almost twice her age.

The moment he arrived from the south with her, I knew, she was the one that would ruin him.

I tried to bring this up to him, she wastes money like a fucking Queen, but instead of listening, he slapped me, his six-year-old son.

That was the moment I lost all empathy for him, I didn't cry or show signs that it hurt, because it didn't, I just simply stood and left.

The little bitch also lives whispering that once she gets with a child, I won't be needed in this household anymore.

Fucking bitch.

If J.K Rolling made a novel out of her, it would be named: Harry Potter and the Audacity of this Bitch.

-

[4 YEARS LATER] [YEAR 293 AC]

I was ten years old; I was officially unbeatable with any weapon, I was the best in any category, the master of arms was shocked to see how good I was, saying this level of skill was ridiculous for a kid.

I feel like I'm cheating... which is good, I like cheating makes things easier, only when it's necessary though, like avoiding certain death.

My father had already started to dwell in some dark shit, slaves and stuff to pay his debts, the debt he acquired pleasing the bitch.

House Mormont was in bankruptcy, thanks to the gold digger my father married.

It didn't take long before Lord Stark; Aka Ned Stark discovered what my imbecile of a father was doing.

My father was sentenced to death.

Like in the cannon, he escaped, before Ned Stark arrived to cut his head off.

I knew this was the last time I would see him, and yet I felt nothing, I cared for him once, but after he started to mistreat me to please that bitch... well, I lost that feeling.

The one good thing that came out of this was, that I inherited Longclaw, and that I was the Lord of House Mormont now.

"Are you alright little cub?" Maege Mormont, also known as the current she-bear asked , she was my aunt.

"I told him that woman was only going to bring problems..." I sighed as I took a long look at my new sword.

"Aye, we all did, my lord," Maege smiled sadly, but I knew deep down she was furious, her brother, my father had fucked out honor with his sins, and we would carry with it forever.

"Let me know when Lord Stark arrives," I said, letting her now I wanted to be alone, I wasn't sad, but I wasn't happy.

-

Lord Stark arrived, a few days later, going immediately to my office to greet me.

"Lord Mormont," Ned Stark greeted.

"Lord Stark," I said with a small bow, as I offered him a seat.

"Do you know where your father went?" Ned Stark went directly to the point.

I looked at him for a second before I answered, "All I know is that he left me this mess to fix... sorry for the language..."

Ned Stark nodded understanding what I meant.

"So what now Lord Stark?" I inquired.

"Your father will be stripped of everything, he is an enemy of the North now," Lord Stark said in a cold tone.

"What about me?" I inquired hoping this wasn't one of those, fathers sins that the son has to pay.

"You will have to lead, being so young," Lord Stark chuckled, "I think that's punishment enough, but not that you deserve any punishment,"

"You are more... friendly that I imagined," I smiled, "Too bad, we met under this circumstances,"

"Aye, but that doesn't mean our friendship can't grow," Ned Stark nodded.

"Aye," I nodded.

Now that I was the Lord of House Mormont, I had to fix our economic problem.

I would make House Mormont one of the wealthiest houses in Westeros before the Game and War started.