(First Person POV)
What would your reaction be if you are suddenly killed in a crossfire between a criminal gang and the police? Well, technically you cannot have a reaction as you are dead.
But what if you do not actually die even when you are dead? Sounds weird? You may question my sanity and think what am I even blabbering about? Right? But it is not that weird. This is as real as it could get.
It happened to me. I was shot. Three bullets pierced my heart and lungs. Police bullets? Criminal bullets? I do not know, but it does not really matter.
I died but not completely. I got another chance at life. I reincarnated.
But in between these two events, I met an entity. A god? A deity? What should I call him?
I do not know. There are a lot of things that I do not know. But back to the story.
That powerful entity told me that I am one of those lucky souls among billions and trillions of souls who get a chance to reincarnate with their memories intact.
Where was I to be sent? The world of Game of Thrones.
A world where if you are a commoner or small folk, your life is worthless. A noble can kill you on his whim, purely for his enjoyment and no one would question it.
And even if you are a noble, it is not very safe. Your head could be chopped off on charges of treason, you could be butchered at a wedding in ploy set up by your own bannerman or your own son can shoot you with a cross bow.
But thankfully, I was to be granted some powers. Not of my choosing. Not of the deity's choosing. But by the choosing of fate.
I spun a wheel and three powers were selected for me.
The first was the Sky Poison Pearl from the Against the Gods universe. Well, not exactly that, but a bit modified.
The pearl would retain its purification power, the power to remove any poison, and its infinite storage space.
I was given the option to retain its ability to refine any pill from herbs or to choose something else related to the pearl. While pill refining sounded like a cool power, I was certain that the Game of Thrones world did not have such high grade herbs which could be useful in refining really powerful pills. So, I chose to replace it. I chose to replace it with healing powers.
Then the second power. I got the powers of a Tamer. I could tame not only beasts and wild animals but also people. Now, it was not as if I could tame anyone with it. The power would work only on those who were already willing to follow me, to stay loyal to me. The greater their acknowledgment of me, the greater the chances would be for me to tame them.
And then the final power. Something that I felt was extremely necessary. Something to boost my physical capabilities. The Super Soldier Serum.
I was quite happy and expectant about my powers. Although it was not extremely OP where I could split cities in a single strike, like many other fanfictions, I had decent powers. It was enough to do whatever I wanted in this world.
But then came the bombshell. I was told that my powers would activate only after I turn 18. Why?
That until my body was fully developed those powers could not fully merge with my body.
I haggled a lot about this and the deity relented. No, my powers would still activate only after I turned 18.
But he gave something else as an additional gift as compensation. I was allowed to take complete knowledge of two fields from my world. Although it did not sound like something that could help me live up to 18 years, something was still better than nothing.
Though there was a lot of inward thinking on my part, I finally selected two fields. Something which would prove to be immensely useful in the Game of Thrones World and would not be impossible to build upon because of lack of technology. Metallurgy and Paper industry.
I did not even get a chance to say a word anymore before my soul was whisked away into the new world.
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295 AC
Casterly Rock
Casterly Rock was alive with festivity today. It was a day of great celebration as one of the Lannisters, Lucas Lannister, had turned ten and eight name days.
The walls, windows, great halls and the courtyards of Casterly Rock had been lavishly decorated, and a grand feast had been planned for the evening. The mood permeating in the Casterly Rock was one of happiness and delight. The servants were moving fast with their work not purely out of obligation but also because they too were delighted. Lucas Lannister was admired and loved by the servants of the castle.
Tywin Lannister was standing by the window of his solar as his eyes followed the movements of servants moving in hurry in preparation of the feast. He could see that it was not a forced excitement. The servants and the residents of the Casterly Rock really loved and adored Lucas.
Lucas Lannister, son of Kevan Lannister and his nephew, was probably the greatest Lannister to be born in centuries. Yes, greatest and Tywin had no qualm in acknowledging this, at least to himself. And Lucas had just turned ten and eight name days.
Like every other Lannister, Lucas had not been draining the gold mines of the Casterly Rock. No, he was instead, filling the Lannister coffers. Though a major chunk of money, he kept with himself. Even Tywin, a man who was not easily swayed, could not help but feel awe at this nephew of his.
Tywin's thoughts turned to his own children at this.
First was his eldest, Jaime Lannister, the one he loved most. Jaime was a great warrior, a brilliant swordsman, but that was all he was. His mind was filled only with swords and duels. Tywin dearly wished his Kingsguard son could inherit his lordship, but he knew Jaime lacked the political acumen necessary to lead a great house like the Lannisters. He was not moulded to become Lord of a great house.
Then there was Cersei Lannister, Jaime's twin. She fancied herself clever and cunning and to some extent, she was the clever one. But she was also far too overconfident, and Tywin knew that overconfidence would one day be her downfall. She did not often understand the sensitivity of a lot of matters and was always in haste to make decisions. And she could not bear things going against her.
Beyond that, she was vain and prodigal, spending gold as if House Lannister did not mine it but grew it on vines that bore new fruit every season. Even after becoming the Queen of the seven kingdoms, she did not feel an iota of hesitation in draining the gold from the Lannister mines.
And finally, there was Tyrion Lannister. Tywin despised the dwarf. Not only was Tyrion grotesquely imperfect, and Tywin hated imperfections, but he also blamed Tyrion for the death of his beloved wife.
Even so, perhaps that hatred might have lessened if Tyrion had accomplished something of worth. In truth, Tyrion was probably the most intelligent of all his children, but he never put that intellect to proper use.
Like every other Lannister, Tyrion had been drenched in gold and luxury from the cradle, but he did nothing with it. He read books. He drank wine. And he whored. Had Tyrion did little with all the resources that had been at his disposal, then Tywin might have begun respecting the dwarf. But Tyrion had achieved nothing. He had no dreams and no ambitions.
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