Do you truly think this will work?

It must. The last one failed us.

Very well.

He awoke with a start, gasping for breath. He was in some sort of old timey themed room, with tapestries showing some sort of battle and candles being the only light in the room. He tried to remember who he was. Adam… something. He couldn't remember the rest of his name, but he looked about, examining his surroundings. The tapestries were written with Old English, showing a battle between a man with a fish on the top of his helm attacking some sort of knight or king with - he couldn't make it out all that well, but it appeared to be a stags antlers on his helm.

The next scene showed the stag man being attacked by a kraken helmed man as well, and the next scene showed him dead upon the ground. A lord with a red stallion rearing tried to grab a crown but the kraken man took the crown and placed it upon his helm. The final scene showed the Fish-lord, and the stallion lord looking displeased.

He heard shuffling down the hall and turned his attention to the stone doorway, where the great oaken door creaked open and a stooped fellow in grey robes with a chain about his neck looked in. He looked about fifty and a look of surprise, shock and confusion came over his face. "Lord Tully, you are... awake! I had, ah, feared you would die of your head injury."

He stroked his beard before continuing. "I must make sure your mental capacities are, ah, still in function. If you would kindly answer some questions for me, I can check for any signs of mental loss." He nodded his head, still trying to work this out. Lord Tully? That's silly, this is probably a coma dream. I can't have just… teleported here. The, ah, Maester, he would guess, continued.

"First, do you remember your first name?" the Maester looked on and awaited his answer.

"Uh, Adam?" he got a look of confusion from that.

"Lord Elmar, where are you getting Addam from? I fear the fall has damaged you." He stroked his beard again,

"Do you remember what year it is?" He thought again, but couldn't say. He racked his brain, trying to think. He looked at the tapestry, but that gave him no clues.

"No, uh, Maester." the man gave him another look of shock and then muttered something under his breath, stroking his beard.

"Well, Lord Elmar, it is sixty-four years after the fall of Valyria. I will be back shortly, i need to speak with some people. Try getting some rest in that time, please."

He didn't rest. He mostly panicked. If this was a coma dream, he was in a coma which was awful in its own right. The second option is that he was dead and this was some sort of vision, and the final - and worst - option was that he had legitimately been teleported into the ASOIAF universe. But he couldn't be in a coma, could he? He was aware he was likely dreaming, didn't that mean he wouldn't be in a coma? Damn, he regretted forgetting all the lessons he learned in Psych. Wait, he remembered that! Things were coming back to him. His last name, he couldn't remember that, but he remembered the lessons he had learned in college. They were only bits and pieces right now, but he could recall things.

He wracked his brain some more. God, he had spent so many restless nights reading theories and essays and he couldn't remember them now. Wait, it was coming back. It was an essay on the history of the riverlands and how the River Kings failed.

He was in the middle of recalling the essay when the door creaked again, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Lord Elmar is in some sort of delirium, he doesn't remember anything. I had hoped that perhaps seeing his lady wife would help him remember some things."

He was watching the door now quite curiously. In entered the stooped Maester and a quite pretty woman. She looked no older than twenty-five and she had a worried look on her face. Her eyes were doe-like, a warm brown the same hazel color as her hair. Thank you, coma dream, for not giving me an awful wife. She frowned. "Elmar, do you recall anything at all?"

He thought of what to say. "Riverrun. I'm in Riverrun, in the Riverlands of… Westeros." She lit up them, with a grin.

"Thank the Seven above! Oh, you do remember something." She smiled wider, showing her pretty teeth. Then she turned to the Maester. "Maester Harwin, can he walk? I would like to take my husband for a walk by the Tumblestone, to try and help his memory."

The Maester stroked his beard and thought about it. "His legs will be weak, he has been unmoving for a fortnight. He will need a cane, but I think a good exercise will help his legs."

She nodded her head and then turned to him and reached out her arms. He grabbed them and she pulled, and he got up, his legs wobbling under his feet. It was a pain, but he carried through. And then, suddenly, the instant his feet moved he felt something pulling him, he felt his heart go almost downwards. But he tried to ignore it, mostly just attempting to keep his balance. He reached for the cane that Maester Harwin had brought and used it to support himself. His wife… God, he didn't even know her name. "My lady, I do not… I do not recall your name."

She looked at him with a frown. "I am Bessa Blackwood, Elmar. Have you forgotten everything, even… even your son's name?" He nodded his head dejectedly. She sighed and seemed to resign herself. "Your boy, Edmure, he's been asking after you. He wants to know what happened to his father, the poor child."

After that, they walked and she explained all she could. One of the things he noted was a small bend of the Tumblestone entered a hatch that he had not seen on the other side. He noted to himself to check that.

In the night, she left on a small garron and rode east, into the woods. There she met with a small man on a horse of his own, chewing sourleaf. He spit it out when she rode up and then looked at her. "Well? Did Lord Elmar, ah, have the unfortunate accident like was planned?"

She sighed. "No, Maester Harwin got cold feet, I think. He claims he put the poison in the Lord's bowl but he still awoke, albeit with amnesia. Thank the gods for that." She sighed and looked about, making sure no Tully guards were there.

"King Halleck will not be pleased. The arrangement was that you would kill Lord Elmar and the Blackwoods would gain Bracken lands. You did not fulfill your end of the deal, so the King will not fulfill his own." He spat then, a glob of blackish-red slime from the sourleaf.

"Gods damn you, Hallis. Gods damn you and your family!" She shouted before wheeling her garron about and returning to the castle. She unsaddled the garron post-haste, and swiftly returned to her bed-chambers, issuing a command to a guard before entering the bedchamber. She did not even notice the pale saddle-boy watching.

He awoke the next morning to a shout from some of the guards. He got up, feeling stiff as a board, and exited the bedchamber he had been placed in. He meandered through the solar, not stopping to examine the knick-nacks or fish themed candleholders or books stamped with a Tully sigil but instead exiting onto the balcony adjacent to the solar. He looked down and almost retched then. Lying on the ground, his head crushed like a melon, was Maester Harwin. I'm not sure if this is a coma dream anymore.

A/N

This is my second attempt at a SI story, after learning as much as I could from the mistakes of my previous story as well as reading up on AWOIAF lore and culture and such. I'll try to make it better this time. Thanks to all my fans, and please review, rate, and give constructive criticism.