Prologue: Death Means White Hair

A man woke up, not knowing what the hell was happening. He was lying on the ground by a road in the middle of nowhere. He looked around, puzzled. Just... What an actual fuck? He looked down on his hands. How? First off, he should be dead. Just how? He remembered clearly what happened. How he died. He remembered how his parachute misbehaved, and his body crashed on the ground. He recalled everything, everything except for his name. He had two brothers, both older then him. The younger brother was a martial artist, and the oldest had been a soldier. Him? He was that kind of guy who seeks excitement all the time. As such, he ended up trying a number of extreme stuff. Some examples would be free running, historical sword training, sky-diving... He even tried martial arts, inspired by his brothers, but he just couldn't enjoy it as they did. Jack, the oldest, liked fighting and Nathan loved it.

He finally took note of his clothing, which was nowhere near what he was familiar with. He was in a light leather armor. Nothing he would wear really. He was even more surprised when he found a shortsword lying next to him, and a small paper. He picked it up and started reading:

"If you read this, it means you woke up and noone killed you in your sleep. Good. I've decided to give you a second chance. I remember you named your video game characters Aedan all the time, so here you will have to go with it. Why? I give you this little perk. For you, it is a game. Game of Thrones. And I expect you to win, Aedan of house... whatever you decide to take up. That is all there is to say, except for Game On."

As he said the last two words, a screen appeared out of thin air. There was a picture of him, his level, age, skills, stats and stuff.

Name: Aedan

Race: Foreclaimer

Age: 19

Height: 1.78 meters

Level: 1

Skills:

Swordsmanship 4/20
Unarmed 8/20
Acrobatics 16/20

Str: 18
Dex: 24
Con: 17
Int: 12
Char: 15

This was, well, surprising. But what had done it for Aedan, was the picture of him. Yes, it looked like him, except for his hair and eyes. His hair was silvery blonde, done in his trademark mohawk style. The eyes staring back at him were yellow, almost cat-like.

Aedan, coming to terms with his current situation, decided to pick up the sword and get moving. He was still puzzled. Game of Thrones? Like, the series? The bloody, vicious and brutal series where the majority of characters died from a backstab? Well shit. Aedan. The name sounded like a name of a bloody Targaryen. As far as he knew, there were last three, maybe four, alive? There was Daenerys, the dragon queen. There was her brother, probably dead. And there was Jon Snow, the secret prince. And there was he, looking like one of them.

Aedan found himself grateful for the many combat lessons with his brothers, namely Nathan. Nathan was a talented man, a prodigy even. He was well on his way to become the next UFC champion before he disappeared without a trace.

Well, no matter. Aedan was here, and his brothers were not. He would have to fend for himself, or die. One does not simply survive in Westeros, Aedan thought as he put his hands in the pockets. What the... He found his phone was there with him. He played some music as he went on to somewhere with nothing to it but a sword.

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Further south was the city of King's Landing, the capital of the Seven kingdoms. Eddard Stark was in the black cells. Renly Baratheon ran from the King's Landing and the Lannisters were celebrating, as one of theirs finally sat on the iron throne.

"The king is dead. Long life the king!"

Here we go, a teaser for a story to come. If anyone has any interesting ideas, some stuff they'd want to see written, feel free to tell me! Any fights, interactions or anything you want to see can happen if you tell me!

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Khai