Outsider Chronicles: A Song of the Nights Sky

Being reborn. Fine. Being reborn as a Stark. Annoying since I hate the cold, but fine. Finding a magic Tome in the library? You're really starting to push it here. How does the addition of a magic slinging Stark with a slightly broken sense of humor and his Knights change the Game of Thrones? Drastically.

So I decided to continue this, mainly because I feel like it and it could be a lot of fun. Nothing really else to say up here, so lets get moving. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

I hate the winter. I despise the cold, the snow and ice and that really hasn't changed since I died. Oh yes, I'm dead. Slipped down a flight of stairs during the winter and broke my neck. So, how am I writing this you ask? Well, it seems that my beliefs in reincarnation weren't entirely wrong. Of course, being reincarnated into a fantasy world where backstabbing, insest and wars are commonplace indicate that I pissed someone off upstairs. Plus, living in a place known for being freezing all year round and being charged with protecting the North only added to that belief.

Since your looking really confused, I suppose I should introduce myself. Coyote Stark, the younger twin brother of Robb Stark and son of Eddard. Yeah, I've been reborn into Game of Thrones. Someone must really hate me, especially to manipulate my parents to land me with that name. Thats the only reason I can think of for them to name me Coyote anyway.

Growing up as the second some of a Lord was rather interesting, but only for those living it so I won't go into any detail. However, I will say that my first few years were incredibly dull. I was aware for it all, but my baby body was utterly useless until it grew up a bit I think I scared my mother half to death when I pretty much skipped the crawling stage and went straight onto toddling around. Looking back, that could have been a really bad idea considering the middleaged outlook this world has...Eh, it turned out fine in the end.

Anyway, between lessons on politics, warfare, managing and combat, my early years flew by until I turned seven which is when the first interesting thing happened. It was actually while my mother was busy giving birth to Bran and everyone in the castle was on tenterhooks. Again. Last time this had happened was when Arya was born and I understand why. With only a rudimentary knowledge of medicine, Childbirth was always a risky business and so everyone was on edge, especially my Father and Brother (although I think Robb's still a tad to young to understand exactly whats going on and is just mimicking the old man). I wasn't worried though. Unless my birth had really fucked up the timeline, Mum still had another kid to have. Still, all the tension was getting to me, so I retreated to the last place that people would likely look for a young Lord, the library.

Winterfell's library wasn't massive, but it was fairly large and contained a large number of tomes on history and a multitude of other subjects. Not much in the way of fiction, but I guess that the time period wasn't really conducive to that. I wandered through the silent stacks, running my fingers over the spines of the books, looking for something that caught my interest. As I did, my fingers passed over something cold and hard that actually gave me a little shock, making me jerk my hand back. I looked at what had caused the static shock and saw that it was a book with no title on the spine, but instead a golden cross of some sort that looked oddly familiar. Curious, I took the book off the shelf and carried it over to one of the tables scattered throughout the room. Once there, I opened the book, only to be greeted by text that was most definitely not in the Common Tongue (read English). In fact, it looked like German.

"What the hell?" I muttered, flipping through the pages.

However, other than a single line of text on the inside of the cover, the pages were all completely blank. However, I could feel something about the book, something ancient and powerful, like when I went to the Godswood. I flipped back to the front page and called on my long unused knowledge of the German language to translate the passage.

"Ich bin der Folianten der Nachthimmel," I muttered, reading it outloud, "That means...I am the Tome of the Nights Sky. Whats that supposed to…"

Before I could finish the thought, the book slammed shut, revealing the golden cross on the cover, which began to glow with a bright, purple light.

"HOLY SHI…!"

My voice was cut off as I was sucked into the book, leaving the library empty.

I blinked as I suddenly found myself floating in a strange, shifting space with four different coloured stars twinkling in the distance.

"Where the hell am I?" I asked, my voice echoing.

"You are within the Tome," said a monotone, if feminine voice that held a trace of a German accent.

I spun around, only for my eyes to widen and my jaw to drop as I saw who the voice belonged to. It was a young looking woman with long, silver hair and red eyes, dressed in a black, sleeveless dress with a skirt that would be concerned scandalous in my current world and perfectly normal on Earth, black fingerless gloves and black boots, one of which extended up to her thigh and the other was normal length. Her face was emotionless, but I could see a glimmer of warmth in her eyes.

"Y-your…" I stuttered.

"I am the Master Program of the Tome of the Nights Sky," said the woman, "And you are the owner of the Book. I am ready for your commands."

I felt my eye twitch. So let me get this straight. I have been reborn as a member of the House of Stark into a world that existed only in books and TV and now I am apparently the owner of another, immensely powerful fictional weapon that could probably destroy the world. Whats next, I meet an immortal Vampire troll who can hop dimensions? My sisters make a contract with a creepy cat/rabbit thing? Joffrey in a THONG? Actually, probably better not to tempt fate because I did not need that image.

I swallowed down my bile and returned my attention to the woman, whos face seemed to be going through a married of different expressions.

"You're reading my memories, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes master and I can safely say I have never had a Master quite like you," she said, "I hope I can avoid having to go through that."

"I'll have to see whats going on on the other worlds, but I'll do my best to prevent it if it'll happen in the future," I said, "So, since I don't really wanna be calling you Master Program all the time, I'll take a leaf out of Hayate's book and call you Reinforce."

Reinforce blinked.

"New designation accepted," she said, "Thank you Master."

"So, why exactly was the Tome blank?" I asked, "I mean, if its not the Book of Darkness, there's no reason for it to be so."

"All information is rendered hidden when the previous Master dies to keep it out of others hands," said Reinforce, "Standard protocol is to continue to gather information, but all previous information will now be available to you as the Master."

"I see," I muttered, "That does make a certain amount of sense I suppose...What about the Knight Program?"

"Master."

I turned to the new voice to see the Wolkenritter had appeared from the either and were now kneeling before me.

"Startup has been initiated," said Signum.

"We come for the gathering of the Tome of the Nights Sky," said Shamal.

"Is this really necessary?" I asked, cutting them off, "I already know it all."

"What?" asked Signum, raising her head.

"Hey Reinforce, can you…"

"Transferring relevant information," said the Unison Device.

There was a moment where I imagined the old dial up tone playing, before the Knights all recoiled.

"W-what the hell?" spluttered Vita, "H-how did…?"

"Haven't a clue, but I'm gonna see if I can do something to prevent it," I said, "Anyway, now thats done, I guess I need to figure out how in the world I'm gonna explain this to Father. Theres no way hes gonna let me get away with having women as my guards, especially when one is a year younger than I am. Bloody medieval mindsets...Wait...that could work."

"What are you planning Master?" asked Reinforce.

"How would you girls like to stretch your legs?" I asked, "Because I bet if you beat a bunch of Fathers guards, he wouldn't complain. Just try and avoid using any obvious magic."

"We can do that, Master," said Signum, "But Shamal has a support role."

"I'll pass you lot off for a family and make her my personal healer," I said, "Don't worry, I'll deal with it."

I gave a grin.

"Now lets go troll the Kingdom. Reinforce, can you send us back?"

"Yes Master."

The world seemed to twist and blur, before clearing to reveal the library with the addition of three girls and a large, blue wolf.

"Right, first things first, you lot need a change," I said, indicating to the Wolkenritters default black outfits, "Lets go with what Hayate comes up with because I'm to lazy to do it myself. I find you some real clothes rather than Knights Armour later."

"Yes Master," said Signum as the three human formed Knights glowed briefly and there clothes changed to those they wore in Nanoha A's.

"Can we drop the Master please?" I asked, "My name is Coyote Stark."

"That is impossible."

I groaned and muttered about overly serious Guardians under my breath.

"Fine, whatever, but I'll break that habit before long," I grumbled, "Anyway, lets go find my Father."

I placed a hand on the Tome, which glowed and transformed into a cross shaped pendant, which I placed around my neck. I headed for the door and opened it, only to walk straight into a massive chest. Well, massive for my small, 7 year old body that is. I took a step back and looked up into my father's solemn face as his steely grey eyes swept over the Wolkenritter, before turning them on me with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you planning this time Son?" he asked.

"Oh nothing much, just making the Bannermen question their masculinity," I said with a grin, "In my usual brand of insanity, I seem to have come into the loyalty of those four and they've offered to come work for me as my Knights."

Father raised an eyebrow and eyed the three woman and one blue dog.

"Their woman."

"Correct."

"She looks you're age."

"That would be accurate."

"That dog is blue."

"Also correct."

"Where did they come from?"

"That is a secret."

"Do you trust them?"

"Yep."

Father groaned and dropped his head into his hands, muttering a prayer under his breath.

"Coyote, how do you do this?" he asked, "You always seem to make things so much harder than they need to be."

"Its a gift," I said with a grin.

Father groaned again and waved a hand.

"You do whatever you want," he said, "Your ideas usually work, even if they do cause me headaches."

I'd gained quite the reputation around Winterfell for my 'crazy' ideas that were actually methods to modernize the area as much as possible. Things like installing irrigation, making use of certain herbs that people weren't aware had medicinal properties and even helping out in the kitchen to teach the cooks new recipes. There was always someone who complained, usually some old fart, but the complaints tended to go suspiciously quiet after a few days. This was probably going to earn me quite a bit of ire though, accepting a group of women no one had ever seen before as my guards over 'better qualified' men. Again, bloody medieval outlooks. Still, if need be, I was willing to bet that who knows how many centuries worth of experience, plus there magic and Devices would do an excellent job of getting people off my ass. Besides, why would I ever turn down the opportunity to learn magic?

"So, hows Mother?" I asked, "If your here, I guess that means shes done?"

"Yes, she is fine, as is the child," said Father, "A healthy baby boy."

"Great, finally I'm not the baby brother!" I said with a wide grin.

"Urg."

Following my discovery of the Tome, everything got very, very interesting for me. I started spending more time away from Winterfell, either in the countryside or on a habitable planet within Personal Teleport range to train in the Mystic arts on top of all the additional training I was receiving as the second Heir in case something happened to Robb. It turned out that my Linker Core was, simply put, massive I could toss around Bombardment Spells that would drain your average mage in one shot with impunity. In fact, my magic was so ridiculously strong, I actually asked Reinforce if she knew any method of placing seals on it so I didn't accidentally blow up Winterfell trying to use a Shooter Spell. She did and I now sported two bands tattooed around each wrist, each of which limited my magic by about 20%, leaving me with access to a total of 20% my maximum, which put me at about average for a combat mage, at least according to the information the Tome had, so it could be out of date. The intention was to slowly lessen the seals as I trained so I learnt to control my power a little at a time, rather than having a complete lack of control found in most characters with an obscene amount of magic or whatever there worlds equivalent was.

In other news, the Stark soldiers weren't entirely sure what to make of the Wolkenritter when they were introduced, although one rather foolish individual tried it on with Signum and got his balls relocated to his ears, courtesy of a two handed swing with a sheathed Laevatein. That, combined with her and Vita kicking practically every soldier in Winterfells ass one after another in the sparring ring, meant that everyone was giving my Knights a VERY wide berth. I spent most of that day flat on my back, laughing my ass off while Shamal looked disapproving as she patched up the men her comrades soundly defeated. It was always highly amusing watching a grown man getting kicked around the ring by an 8 year old girl with rabbits on her hat.

I don't think my Father was quite as amused though if the sounds of head meeting desk coming from his office were anything to go by and Mothers disapproval was clear to anyone with eyes. Septa Mordane was also pretty clear in her disapproval and I once walked into her trying to scold Vita and convince her to join her needlework group. Needless to say, it didn't work very well and our training planet had a few new craters on its surface from her working out her anger to keep from turning the good Septa into a puddle of goo with Graf Eisen.

Zafira had it a bit easier since everyone thought he was just a big dog of some sort, but Arya seemed to have taken a liking to him and followed him wherever he went, tugging on his ears and trying to ride him, much to his annoyance as he voiced, very loudly, when we were alone.

Shamal was the only one not on the receiving end of someone's displeasure, however, she was constantly fending off advances from just about every man in Winterfell, mainly because she was to polite to take more permanent methods of getting them to back off. That is until a drunkard decided not to take no for an answer and she proved that pissing of a healer is a really bad idea because they know the best way to take you apart in the most painful way possible. The moron was handed over to my Father minus all his fingers, toes and manhood, plus a few magical effects that caused incontinence, irritable bowel syndrome and projectile vomiting, leading him to evacuate both waste disposal systems and spewing his last meal in front of Lord Stark and his wife. He was still rotting in prison for both his crime and insulting the Lord of Winterfell so. I made a mental note never to get on Shamals bad side.

Between my Knights making trouble to cause Father migraines, learning Magic and generally having a good time blasting craters in abandoned planets, I also found time to spend with my siblings, training with Robb and Jon (although I prefered a spear over a sword to provide training for when I use my staff), hanging out with Sansa and playing with Arya and Bran.

This continued for a while, only being mildly shook up by the Greyjoys starting their rebellion a year after Brans birth. Father's leaving to the front lines was probably the most interesting thing that happened in that time and even then not to me because I knew he'd be back with no problem.

I was proven correct in that assumption when Father returned, none the worse for ware other than a few new scars and a 'guest' in Theon Greyjoy and life went on as normal. It wasn't until shortly after Rickton was born three years later that something happened that really through me for a loop. Following breakfast and informing my Father that we'd be out for the day, my Knights and I teleported off to 'our' planet that we were using for training and the like. It wasn't really a garden world, but it was fairly lush, with hardy trees to survive in the hot sun and a few species of animals with hard carapaces that didn't get larger than a big house cat. We had actually built a little house on the planet to give us a place to rest up between training and blowing shit up. Or to provide a place to rest up between teleports when one of the Knights headed off to worlds further out from our little bolt hole. The reason this was necessary was because there wasn't an inhabited planet, Administered by the TSAB or not, within range of a Personal Teleport, meaning that we needed to perform hops that could quickly get draining, both magically and mentally, even with the help of our Devices. The planet was also fairly out of the way and there wasn't any reason as to why there would be someone on it. Thats why, when we arrived and felt a rather large Magical source, we were immediately on guard.

We all drew our Devices, Zafira took human form and we headed towards the source, Signum and Vita leading the way as our melee fighters, Zafira close enough to offer barrier and binding support and Shamal and I further back to offer healing and bombardment support respectively. It didn't take long to locate the source, mainly because it was only a short distance from our campsite.

To my surprise, the source of the magic was a girl who looked a few years younger than me with long, silvery white hair that could only belong to a Targaryen (on my homeworld that is) that was tied up in a slightly off center ponytail and violet eyes that were filled with a fire of fury as she used what could only be her device to blast numerous trees to splinters. Said device looked like an Armed Device and appeared to be a silver rapier with a revolving chamber inside the guard, while her Barrier Jacket was a pale blue bolero jacket with a red inside and the sleeves turned blue as they get closer to her wrists over a similarly colored thigh-length dress with a piece of black lace making up the neckline of the dress. In fact, she looked a lot like Weiss Schnee from RWBY, so much so that I nearly looked around to make sure the other members of Team RWBY weren't blowing up the forest somewhere.

"What do we do Lord Coyote?" asked Signum through our telepathic link.

"Don't attack unless she proves to be hostile," I said, "Lets see what shes doing here."

I ignored Vitas whining at the lack of a fight as I swooped down and landed in the treeline, activating my Knight Clothes, just in case. For my armour, I'd decided to play up my name and base it off Coyote Starrk's Los Lobos with the bandoleers replaced with a pair of black wings for my Flight Spell, while my staff was the same as the one Hayate uses. Hey, why try and fix whats fucking cool as is?

"I think you got it," I said as I stepped out of the trees.

The girl jumped and spun around, sending a wave of fire at me on instinct, which splashed against my Panzerschild and vanished.

"Who are you?" demanded the girl, tightening her grip on her Device.

"Its considered polite to introduce yourself before demanding another's name," I said.

The girl narrowed her eyes at me, before she let out a huff.

"Daenerys Targaryen," she said, making my eye twitch, "Now its your turn.

"My name is Coyote Stark," I said, bowing slightly, "And these are my Wolkenritter."

At that my Knights dropped out of the sky to land behind me.

"Stark...That means that your Eddard Stark's son," she said, narrowing her eyes and shifting her stance, "How did someone like you get a Device?"

"I think I could ask the same thing," I said, "But since you ask, I found the Tome of the Nights Sky in the library. I was quite surprised when it came to life and sucked me in. How about you?"

Daenerys looked tense, like she expected me to attack her at any moment. Then again, considering that the reason her family was ousted from the throne was her older brother kidnapping my aunt, I'm not entirely surprised at her caution.

"You can relax you know," I said, "I'm not about to attack you. If I wanted to, I could have blasted you to dust before you even saw me. I'm pretty good with Bombardment based magic."

Daenerys scoffed in disbelief, but relaxed enough to lower her sword. Apparently this Daenerys wasn't as meek as her canon version, although looking at the destroyed trees, I wasn't to surprised by that.

"So where did you get your Device from?" I asked, "And what are you doing out here?"

Daenerys scowled and plopped herself down on a nearby rock.

"I got Myrtenaster from a Mage I met one day in Free Citys," she said, "Apparently he'd been a member of the Time Space Administration Bureau from our world and was looking to retire. Since I had a large Linker Core, he entrusted his Device to me rather than see it lost."

"Fair enough, now why are you here?" I asked, taking a seat across from her with Vita next to me, Zafira at my feet and Signum and Shamal flanking me.

"My brother," growled Daenerys, "He's getting worse. I don't even know why hes so desperate to regain the Iron Throne when all its done is bring tragedy and bloodshed down on us. All I want is a place I can belong and that bastard is looking to sell me off for an army if he can! I even heard him planning to see if he could sell me to a Dothraki Khal!"

"You could just leave," I said, "I mean, you seem like a strong mage, so if you found an Administered World, you should be able to find work no problem."

"Yeah, but I have no idea where they are," said Daenerys, "My mentor made it clear how dangerous blind jumps can be and he died before he could give me any useful coordinates. I found this place through sheer luck."

"Point taken," I said, "Well, we could help you out. The Tome has a heck of a lot of information, including the coordinates you'd need."

Daenerys hesitated, before she shook her head.

"No, I can't just up and leave," she said, "Viserys is a paranoid and manipulative bastard, but hes my brother and I'm not ready to give up on him yet. That said, I don't think I'm going to keep up my act as a meek little girl much longer."

"Well, if you ever need help, don't hesitate to call," I said.

Daenerys looked at me in surprise.

"You'd help me?" she asked, "But…"

"If you're going to bring up our family's past grievances, don't bother," I said, "You weren't even born and I was still clinging to my mother's skirts. Whatever issues our Fathers, brothers and all that have should have no bearing on us. I don't believe in passing the sins of the Father onto his children. Besides, I think Robert would actually be better off making peace with the remaining Targaryens, if only to prevent war in the future."

"You are remarkably wise for one so young," said Daenerys.

"I am the master of the Tome of the Nights Sky," I said, "I have the histories of over a thousand worlds at my fingertips, many of which are long dead. You don't have access to that much knowledge and not learn something."

"True."

We fell silent, before Daenerys stood and stretched.

"Thanks," she said.

"For what?"

"Listening, offering help, does it matter?" she asked, "I need to go. See ya Coyote."

She vanished in a flash of white light.

"I'm guessing you weren't expecting that?" asked Shamal.

"What do you think?" I said.

"I think she likes you," said Vita.

"Yeah, like to stab me maybe," I grumbled, "Anyway, we came here to train, so lets train."

I stood and the others followed me.

And thats where I'm gonna end it. I know this is kinda all over the shop, but since my experience of GoT is mostly through Fanfics and about five episodes as I'm slowly working my way through the series, I think it's pretty good. I'm using the TV show ages and I made a few mistakes with the timeline as I was writing it that I had to alter. If you see any I missed, let me know.

The whole thing with Coyote was literally because I wasn't sure what to use for his Knights Armour and typed in Stark to get inspiration.

Daenerys as a Mage and a rip of of Weiss was actually one of the ideas that drove me to write this in the first place. She'd be pretty OOC, as you can see by the short interaction between her and Coyote.

Coyote's minor breakdown isn't any form of foreshadowing (Thank god). I think its actually an altered quote from the Joker, although I can't remember where I heard/read it. I think its from one of the Arkham games, but don't quote me on that. On a side note, Madoka is dark as all hell and I really love it, even if it did depress me slightly.

I hope you enjoyed this new story's first chapter. Leave a review!