Chapter 2

I slowly opened my eyes, and momentary light blinded me. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I began to look around. I was in a small, slightly cold room; there wasn't much. There was a bed, a small table, a chair, and a closet by the window. The bed I was on rustled with every move I made because it was made with straws stuffed into a coarse fabric, which was a strange and unfamiliar feeling.

My head was killing me; I had never had such a severe headache. When I reached my head with my hand, I realized that my forehead was bandaged with a coarse cloth, and just then, the door of the room opened, and a woman entered the room.

"Oh, thanks to old gods, you woke up; we were all starting to think the worst."

"AHHHH" I was just about to answer her when a pain that would overshadow the headache I was already experiencing hit my head. It felt like someone was putting nails in my head. Memories and emotions I had never experienced began to flow into my head. These memories belonged to a 5-year-old child; it was like the memories worth of 5 years were trying to get a place in my brain in 5 seconds.

My parents were both dead. My father was a knight in Winterfell serving Lord Stark and died in service while saving his life. My mother was a servant in the castle serving the lord's family, but she passed away six months ago from a fever, and my name is Aermir Drasil. Wait a minute, Winterfell, Lord Stark … Holy shit, I m in GAME OF THRONES, I'm f….ed.

"Aermir, are you okay?"

"I'm okay." What was her name? Right, Brise. She was a friend of my mom, another servant in the keep. I need to be calm right now; I can freak out later.

"I'm okay, Aunt Brise. What happened to me ?"

"Don't you remember you got kicked by a horse when you were trying to pet it?"

"I think I vaguely remember, ah, aunt Brise. I have a terrible headache, and I'm feeling exhausted. Can I lie down for a bit?"

"Oh, of course, I will leave; I just wanted to check up on you" she got in front of the door and said, "have good rest." and closed the door.

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"Now I can freak out."

Holy shit, holy shit, I'm screwed. The ice zombies, the Boltons, and all the other nasty things that are coming. What am I going to do? I need to get ready, don't freak out. You have your powers. Yes, my powers. Let's see, I turned to the chair and said. " Authenticate" I felt like something was flowing inside my chest, and the word "chair" appeared in front of me.

"Oh, hell no, you don't say, I didn't know it was a fcking chair. Let's try something else. I hope it will work."

"STATUS" nothing happens.

"Come on!!!! Authenticate the Authentication skill" again, a flowing feeling inside my chest and words appear in front of me.

Authentication: skill to identify things; it knows as much as you do. If you learn something, it will always know it and connects things.

"That's it, nothing else; that is exactly what ROB said."

"Authenticate the druid skill" again, a flowing feeling inside my chest, and words appear in front of me.

Druid: Ability to cast spells, do rituals, shapeshifting, familiar sight, summoning, and controlling familiars.

"Exactly what I thought a druid would do."

"Perzys " (fire) again, a flowing feeling inside my chest, and a flame the size of a fingernail is lit in the palm of my hand. So Perzys means fire. What language is this? I have no idea, and I just know it means fire.

"I can't even start a campfire with this. This is smaller than a lighter flame. At least I understood something. That flowing feeling looks like the magic in me." flame was still flickering in my palm, and it was touching my palm, but it wasn't burning me.

"At least I'm immune to fire" I willed it to move, and it moved slowly for half a meter(close to 2 feet, I think) and flicked out of existence.

"Useless"

"Perzys" again, a small flame appeared in my palm. I willed it to move around my hand and moved it to my index finger. I chuckled.

"Nice I will never need a candle in my life because I'm the mighty candleman, HAHAHA." I started laughing like a maniac because of the anger; in this kind of reincarnation, I was supposed to be overpowered as hell. What the hell is this shit…

I brought the flame on my finger to the candle on top of the table, and it got lit; then I brought my finger next to the lit candle.

"Aww, it burns now, I know; I'm not immune to fire. So, no Targaryen cheats for me." it does not burn me as long as I hold it in my hand."

"Perzys " this time, I hold my other hand at half a meter distance and throw the flame at my other hand and …

"Aww, mmmmh, that hurts… It'll burn the second it leaves my hand, then let's try something else."

"Suvion" (ice) A fingernail-sized piece of ice appeared in my hand, but this ice was not touching my palm like the fire; it was floating in the air without touching it, just above my palm. This wouldn't even cool down a drink. I suddenly started to feel very weak and staggered onto the bed. My consciousness began to fade, and I suddenly passed out. Then I started to feel a strong pull like a fish on a hook; it was pulling me so fast.