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Ch 2. Growing Up & Making A Mark

286 AC (Harry's POV)

It has been 5 years since I was born on this planet. Yes I am aware of who I am. I know I am master of death. I know I can end the game before it even starts. But where is the fun in that.

So before I took rebirth in this world, I tied up my own powers and scraped most of my knowledge of what is about to happen. You know… to make things interesting.

Now let me tell you what future events do I know and what is my power level.

In terms of future events, I know the white walkers are going to attack sometime in the next 20 years. I know the story death told me about this world. I remember what I did to this world with my fiendfyre. And that's about it. Rest I will just have to 'wing it' as normal humans do.

And even though I might have cut down on my omnipotence power, I have still kept enough power that you can call me as powerful as dumbledoor and riddle combined. I have also kept all of my magical knowledge.

What? I never said I was going to make it a fair fight!

Now since the last 5 years I have been enjoying myself. What? You don't believe me? Okay let me tell you this. My mother is not big on breast feeding. That's probably for the best. So I have got to sample like 20 different pair of tits. And no problems with Oedipus complex. Yay me!

What? You find it disgusting? Fuck off. I am a tit man and proud of it.

Also have you ever seen the faces of your parents when you start talking and reading at the age of two like an educated adult. No? Well it's hilarious. Father, Mother and the Maester Luwin wouldn't stop singing my praises.

I have been the talk of the north. Literally! And not just because of that.

When I was two, I used magic to enhance my growth. So by age of two I looked like I was four years old. And I had also gotten all the motor movement of my body down. So I often went to explore the castle alone. At least until one of those infernal maids caught me and insisted of carrying me and coming with me.

It was one of those days when I was two and had just managed to shake the maid of my tail, when I ventured around the castle alone. As I looked around the castle, I found that it had its own magic. And it centred on the weir wood tree. When I was two I went and touched it. Though a psychic link I astro-physically entered the world of gods. I had a nice chat with the Old Gods and asked them to bend the knee to me.

You know the usual!

Then of course they laughed at me. Getting a little peeved at that, I just showed them a real taste of who I really am and what I had did to this earth in the future with feindfyre. Needless to say they were sweating buckets by the end of the conversation and very happily bend the knee, to be spared from my wrath.

When I was giving the vision of the future, I simultaneously looked at their past and history to get a better idea of them.

Nice guys two of them. But their names were too complicated for even me to understand. So I dubbed them Tom and Jerry.

They were bothers actually. One of the first to ascend as the gods of this back water planet. They used to be actually humans who achieved transcendence around six hundred and fifty thousand years ago. They and the teachings they left behind, paved the way for the rest of the current panteon of gods of this planet to ascend as well. The last one to ascend was a fire demon by the name of rawhore or something like that, who before ascending himself made sure all the teachings of ascension were destroyed; as he didn't want anyone else after him to become a god after him.

Even though they became gods, they still act like tantrum throwing children. Not these two. These two seem to be most mature of the lot.

But according to them the rest of the gods, which are hundreds off actually, are like tantrum throwing children. And they prefer to use their disciples in the mortal world as chess pieces against the god they have a grudge against by instigating conflict with its disciples. No wonder down in the mortal realm any person who follows one religion particularly hates the followers of other religion.

These two idiots being more mature of the lot tried to initially guide the new gods to the 'right and benevolent path', which involved teaching and guiding the mortals while not being overly intrusive and demanding nothing in return other than caring for their conduits.

The new gods that ascended after them had other ideas. Because as soon as they became gods they realized that the more followers they had the stronger they were. So started the proverbial – arms race or should I say the follower race.

These two being the oldest of the lot had no interest in games and since the new gods refused their help they left them alone. They new gods, in turn, left them alone because they never tried to expand their follower base. They were content with what they had.

Nice philosophy but it made them utterly powerless compared to the new gods who were always trying to increase their followers and thus their power. So in turn the old gods had less influence than their co-gods in the mortal realm. That decreased even further when the children of the forest were nearly driven to extinction. The first men, adopting their religion helped a little but not much.

However the most interesting fact that I found was that there are no gods or god called the seven. Apparently 6000 years ago some stupid cunt who was suffering from schizophrenia made the whole thing up while in delirium and since he was a noble, people believed him and the religion kind of snowballed from there. What a fucking mess!

Anyways Tom and Jerry from that point on were my bitches. Yes Tom and Jerry, like the cartoon characters. No they did not share any characteristics with the animated pair, but I just found it amusing that I could basically rename them and at this point they are so scared of me that they wouldn't even protest. So I did.

Why? Because I made it clear to them that in my immortal form, which I am either going to assume sooner or later when I shed this mortal body can and will destroy them with the twitch of a finger if they annoy me.

Also on a side note, I threatened them that I am going to do it if they do not help me with my plans for world domination. Simple!

It's not like they got the short end of the bargain. I was going to be promoting their religion all over the world. I didn't want people to pray to me (as the master of death) or death. Some cults are okay (like the faceless men) but not everyone.

And in the deal I made with them, in exchange for this I am going to steadily promote myself as the avatar of the oldest of the old gods, i.e., their big brother. And that I have been sent on earth to help, defend and unify humanity. Total bullshit, but being a dictator is a lot easy if your subjects feel you are a god incarnate.

Also I had another reason for choosing the old gods as my allies and unwitting partners for global domination. That reason was the weirwood trees.

The old god's conduits – that is the weirwood trees - reeked magic. That was one of the marvels of this world that actually shocked me as well. These trees are basically self-sustaining magic power generators.

Using them I could do a lot of magic in the surrounding area easily without having to part with some of my own power to keep it up.

It was like they were mini-power plants. But instead of electricity they generated magic. It blew my mind. With them, I would never need a ward stone for the purposes of warding, the tree would be enough to power the wards. And the more number of trees or the older the trees the more magic it would produce.

Additionally, ward stones need to be constantly charged for them to work. But these trees being self-sustaining magic power generators make that point moot. As they can easy power themselves, in addition to producing excess magic.

I know I am repeating myself but the applications for them are so mind boggling that I cannot stress it enough.

And also these trees seem to have the ability to alter and channel magical ley lines from where they are planted like muggle river dams. And the best part they are not even hurting or exhausting magic in the area. They actually increasing it by doing so.

I decided then there that these trees were going to be backbone of my future plans. So I had to promote the religion that went along with these magical power plants (Plant-Plant Get it!) as well. Oo well I guess Tom and Jerry lucked out. Not that they are especially happy about it now. But they will come around eventually.

So I made a deal with them. I would share a little bit of my power with them and make sure to plant as many of their conduit trees in mortal plain. This would give them a power boost, allow them greater access to their conduits and by extension the mortal plane. In exchange, they would forever become my vassals and their power and the power of their conduits was mine to use in the mortal plain as I wished. They were not sure they were getting a good deal or the short end of the stick. Whatever it was, they did not dare object, after seeing my power. They knew I was an entity who if they pissed off could glass them and this planet quiet easily.

While I was doing this, I wasn't aware that the maid had come looking for me and found me in a very awkward position. Touching the face of the weir wood tree with my hand while my body and my eyes glowing eternal green and the tree glowing fiery red. Needless to say the maid went running and screaming calling everyone to see what was happening to their little lord.

And as expected both my parents and half of the castle arrived to see me in that position. My father tried to come closer to shake and wake me from the trance but there was a barrier surrounding us which stopped my father from getting within 3 feet of me.

For 10 minutes I stood there in that position, unaware of what was happening in the outside world while I was having a chat with the old gods. Once they bend the knee to me, in the outside world my eternal green glow got a tinge or red and the tree's fiery red glow got a tinge of green. This must have really done something to people. Because when I broke my connection and turned around while my eyes were still glowing green with lingering magic, I saw half the castle kneeling in front of me.

Huh! That was convenient.

And thank god I wasn't naked kissing the tree and with my wood in my hand. They last time that happened…. Well let's just say that things got awkward.

Soon my eyes turned normal. And I oo so innocently asked – " Father Mother why are you kneeling in front of me?" The moment I said that, my mother ran to me from her kneeling position and engulfed me in a hug.

"Oo my child, my sweet sweet child! What happened Harry?", my mother inquired.

Everyone including my father was waiting eagerly for the answer still kneeling and not daring to stand up. I liked it. Looks like it's time to make shit up.

"Oo… I just felt the people in the tree calling me from a few days. So I decided to come and take a look. They were really nice. They told me I was special. They told me I am going to do great things. They also said a lot many things but for some reason I can't remember. They said I will remember them when time is right." Oo playing a kid was just too easy.

What shit I made up in a child's tone, they took as a prophecy.

And just like that the rumours that the heir of winterfell being touched by the old gods spread like wild fire in the north. Though most people took it only as a rumour. Majority of these people were mostly of the south, but some of the north as well.

When I was 4 years old (and looked like I was 8), I began erecting wards around the castle and the winter town. I had constructed - intent based wards, lightning wards to strike any sieging army, friend or foe wards, a ridiculous amount of anti-spying wards, anti-theft and loyalty enforcing wards. I wasn't taking any chances with trust and loyalty with the residents of winterfell and winter town.

My personal moto - Personal Freedom is well and good but trust and loyalty are a fickle thing unless under compulsion.

Once the wards were erected and fully functional after a couple of months, I went on another wandering mission. This time to the crypts of winterfell. In the lowest level of the crypts, I found the statue of Bran the builder. I recognized primitive blood based ward that was a trigger for a vault under the crypts. I immediately put up a muggle repellent ward so that I wasn't disturbed this time.

Then I pricked my finger and spilt a couple of drops of my blood on the statue of bran the builder, which triggered the ward open and the ground moved theatrically to have the vault door open.

Inside I found a veritable wealth of knowledge and gold. My initial count of gold inside was around eleven million galleons and that was not counting the even larger pile of gems, weapons and artefacts. And that was just the beginning of the vault. The underground vault was about the size of the area of the whole winterfell. About 3/5 of the vaults was just filled with ancient tombs, most of them were about magic. For me it was worthless because most of them were hardly as advanced as the magic taught in second year at hogwards. But some, well some of them were very interesting pieces of magic even I hadn't seen before.

Huh! I guess you learn something new every day after all.

I also found blueprints of Winterfell, The Wall, Moat Calin and even the Storm's end. Huh! Who knew the Baratheon capital was built by Bran the Builder.

Well at least the blue prints of winterfell and the wall assisted me in understanding the magic's used to build them as well as the secret passages and the rooms they have.

There was also a ridiculous amount of drangon steel or like it is called more recently 'valerian steel' weapons there as well.

Once I thought I had seen and taken account of everything in the vault, I conjured a small pack and laced it with expansion charms. Then I put few valerian daggers, gems and two million gold dragons in the pouch. Once done, I shrunk the pouch and hid it in my tunics breast pocket.

Then before I left the crypts, I sealed the vault again and hid it under feducias charm with me as a secret keeper. I don't want that knowledge and wealth getting in anyone else's hand other than mine after all.

I rediscovered one of the secret rooms in my father's solar which already had some valerian steel weapons and dumped the contents of the pouch in there.

Then when I realized everyone must be looking for me I conveniently found my father and told him I had something to show him. Then padbim-padaboom and I am being hailed by my father for discovering the lost stark fortune. Ha! If only he knew.

However noble my father was he was as dumb as dragon dung when it came to economic strategizing. So I nudged my father using some mild compulsion charms to use the gold dragons to – expand winterfell, fix the first keep, the broken towers, lay the stone on the ground replacing the mud in the filthy courtyard and expand the farms surrounding winterfell and wintertown tenfold.

Needless to say my mother was very happy with my father, indicated by the birth arrival of my new sister in the world a year later named Sansa Stark.

I knew I could make my father do a lot more. Like revolutionize farming, shipbuilding and military of the north. But no then they would be his achievements. Not mine. And no one would take a four year old seriously, touched by gods or not. So I decided to bide my time. Make my name synonymous with genius and then change the world. North has survived 8000 years without any progress, it can survive few more.

At the age of 5 I had exhausted all the tomes in the winterfell library as well in the crypts. There was literally nothing new to learn in winterfell anymore. I now needed to venture out in the world to make my name.

So using slight compulsion charms I had Maester Luwin convince my father to send me to Citadel in Old Town to forge some chains. Not that it needed much convincing. Maester Luwin, I could confidently say was my fanboy or fanelder whatever you want to call it.

He had seen how fast I could absorb knowledge. He had also seen how I could remember everything I had read by reading it just once. And in a world where learning letters and numbers upto 10 is a big deal, he was creaming his old robes in excitement. Yuk!

So with him convincing my father that there was an exception in the rules that exceptionally intelligent heirs could go to old town to forge some chains without having to give up their claims; And with my help using some subtle compulsion charm, well very soon at the ripe age of 5 I was going to the citadel in old town, accepting the Maesters 'advise'.

I did feel a little guilty leaving my half-brother jon to the tender mercies of my mother. But at least she wasn't nearly as bad as petunia. So he will survive. And he has my little brother Robert or Robb to play with. Jon was a year younger than me while robb was three years younger. He was also the heir secondus after me and I am guessing one of the reasons my father rationalized for letting me go at such a young age to do what I want. Then there was also my newest sister Sansa. I might not feel much for my parents in this world. But I am beginning to love my siblings. As much as I can I guess, knowing that one day they are going leave me and die while I will be here for a long long time.

Eddard Stark's POV

Ned still didn't know what possessed him to say yes to allow his 5 year old son to leave the protection of the castle. He was his heir. His heir! And he let him go just like that.

Well, not just like that. He did send 200 House stark guards all armed to the teeth with his son. And with enough money to buy a respectable manor in old town. What use is his new found fortune if he can use it for his heir.

"Are you sure about this Ned. He is just a child. It's too early. He could have gone in a few years.", his wife said standing beside him watching the two hundred horses of his sons entourage disappear in the horizon.

Before he could answer, Maester Luwin interrupted. "I assure you my lady this is for the best. Not just best for Heir Stark. But for the realm as well. Pardon my worlds my lady but you cannot comprehend how smart and brilliant your son is. I can confidently say, he knows ten times more than me. He has finished going through the whole stark library twice. That is over two thousand ancient tombs. I am ashamed to say that even after serving here all my life and being a vigorous reader, I haven't even finished half. Your son is going to do great things my lady. And this I am happy to say is just the beginning of his legend."

Looking at his wife's face he could see the pride she felt for her first born at the Maesters words.

"Maester Luwin is right kat. Even I don't want to send him away from me. Away from the safety of this castle. But his destiny is bigger than anything we might want. You remember what happen with him when he was two, right? It was message from The Old Gods. And it's not like he is alone. He has 200 House Stark Guards all sworn to his service with him. They are going to die before they let anything happen to him. And your son is not as fragile as you think. I have seen him wielding dual knives and a miniature sword of his own design. And like everything he seems to be blessed in the art of combat as well. He strikes might not be powerful now, but his technique is near flawless.

Which should be impossible for a five name day old child but it seems, like everything else, normal rules don't apply to our first born. And those are the techniques nobody has even though him. Mark my words kat, he will be force to be reckoned with when he grows up.", Ned stark said with pride in his own voice as well.

Why in the name of old gods was he doubting his son? He Trusted his son and He was Loyal to his Son. His son. His heir will change the world.

Hadrian Stark's POV

As I was passing the neck, I felt like shit. Not because of manipulating my parents. No. That was like a regular Monday for me.

I felt like shit seeing the state of my kingdom. The North for the lack of a better term was shit. No proper roads. No proper inns for travellers. Not enough farms or crops despite it being summer peak. Most of the castles were in sorry state of repairs. Especially the castle he was passing right now. The once majestic Moat Calin with its shining and tall standing 20 towers that could make repelling a million soldiers, look like taking a warm piss on a breezy summer afternoon – now looked like an abandoned ruin with only 3 half crumbling/drowning (in the swamp) towers. The rest of the towers were simply gone.

Nope this was not going to do. No kingdom of mine was going to have a castle like this. To this, I swear!

It took a month of hard riding when we finally reached Old town in Reach.

Being the heir of a major house and future lord of winterfell I had to go and at least show my mug to the Lord of the Reach and Warden of the south. The Tyrells.

When I reached their castle, it was looked literally something out of a Disney movie. Beautifully constructed and manicured gardens, fresh air, warm weather, tea parties going on, on the well-maintained manicured lawns. I literally have to stifle my urge to set a carefully controlled fiendfyre when a saw a fucking decorative maze in the middle of lawn as well. No, that behaviour would not be appropriate for the Lord of a Noble House!

Bad Harry! Bad Bad Harry!

As our party arrived at the gates of the castle, Mace Tyrell himself was there to greet me with his family. Looking at him, I felt he was strikingly similar to Fudge. But he was there as a show of respect. Even though I could see he felt this was not important enough for him to be here – to greet a mere child. If there is Fudge there might be a Lucious Malfoy here as well, manipulating the strings behind the screen.

After spending an evening with him and his family, I found the Lucious with strings I was looking for. Ollena Tyrell. Mace might be the Lord of the Reach, but Lady Ollena Tyrell ran it. When I looked into Ollena's eyes and read her mind, I realized I was correct when I suspected that someone was behind Mace's act of coming to greet me. It seems Lady Ollena heard about Starks new found minor wealth and more importantly the prodigal heir to the throne of north, who had come to the south to establish chains at the mere age of 5 after his Maester had nothing more to teach him. She didn't want to take any risks by slighting the future lord of the north, even if he was a mere child in her eyes.

Good! That woman just earned a bit of mercy for her family for whatever my future plans might be.

I also got to meet Mace's children. And they were just that. Children. The older one was a mild manner shy boy. His younger brother was a snot nosed brat with dreams of becoming a knight. I also met the only daughter of Mace Tyrell. She was pleasant I suppose….

Anyways, with the official meet and greet done, I asked them to help me find a suitable manor in old town. They did. However they showed me a really costly one. Huh! I guess it was one of those silly political games to put me down by showing House Stark can't afford it.

Well if they only knew. I bought the manor for thirty thousand dragons. Then I spent another 30 thousand remodelling it into a practical fortress. And then warding the shit out of it. I wasn't worried that one of my men was going to tell on me to my father.

When my father asked the men to give me their oaths of allegiance, I had insisted that they do in the great hall in front of everyone. But the real reason was that I had previously constructed a runic circle on the floor and put a glamor on it so it looked normal. The purpose of the runic circle was, once activated it made the words magically binding. So even if they would have wanted to before they could no longer betray me. Magic wouldn't allow it. Magic now moulded their whole psyche to be loyal to me. Even if I asked them to kill themselves or slaughter their families they would do so without blinking an eye.

So once I finished working on my manor/castle which I aptly named "A WOLF'S DEN"

I went to the citadel. If there was ever going to be a synonym for a university in this backward ass world this was it.

The citadel was as a university-like complex of buildings extending along both banks of River Honeywine in Oldtown, linked by graceful bridges.

The Order of Maesters exhibited a huge deal of influence in all of seven kingdoms. Every castle, keep or land in westros had a master in it whom acted as 'advisors' and most likely spied on the lords they served. Whether they served their own self-interests or that of their higher up's was a mystery that would most definitely be known the moment I make eye contact with the archmaesters.

The ruling council of the citadel was called the conclave, composed of aforementioned archmaeters, which elected the new Grand Maester after the passing of the old, decides on policies, and attends to the administration of the citadel as well as the training of the new recruits.

There are 16 archmaesters and 16 recognized fields practiced and taught in the citadel. The archmaesters are the apparent 'foremost' experts in their field. These experts in addition of the grand maester also formed the conclave which was the governing body for maesters. Who set all their policies and do the day to day running of the collective of maesters.

When I entered citadel I was greeted by these 16 so called experts. By the looks of them, they looked more like beggars in their dirty grey robes than champions of knowledge they are supposed to be. I had a feeling that the entirety of the Conclave didn't usually welcome a recruit personally. Perhaps they were here because entrance of the future warden of the north warranted that or maybe it was the glowing letter of recommendation by Maester Luwin. Or maybe it was my swimming personality.

"Lord Stark, it is truly a honour to have you here at Old town." Said old bastard No. 3.

I smiled and stood there politely in which I was guessing was uncomfortable silence for them. I was quiet enjoying it. Then the other shoe dropped.

"This is a waste of time. The little shit probably can't even read.", old bastard no. 7 muttered just loud enough to old bastard no. 8 for everyone to hear. Including me. By the looks of his chain he seemed to the archmaester who headed the studies in arithmetic's.

"I will have you know you pitiful living breathing shitting waste of seed that I can read perfectly.", I turned my gaze towards him replied to him in a calm and dangerous tone.

As the man sputtered in indignation, one of the archmesters who has been silent so far interjected, "You have to understand Lord Stark, the claims made by Maester Luwin are outrageous to us. A 5 year old boy that could memorize a page from simply reading it once! You will have to excuse us if we don't take him or you at your word. I hope you do not mind my Lord but we have arranged from some tests."

"Of course I understand Archmaester. Only a fool would accept an unknown at just their word. I would be happy to give this test or tests. In fact I must insist we do it immediately. Because sooner we are done, the sooner I can get away from that blithering buffoon of a Neanderthal." I said pointing at the arithmacy archmaester. I am guessing the odd looks were about my scathing comments to the archmaester or it might be because of my use of the word Neanderthal. Well it's not my problem. I am certainly not going to explain Darwin's theory to them. Let them scratch their heads over it.

Then after taking some refreshments, we started the tests with some basic questions that were relevant to my basic education back with my personal master. By the end of the first hour the Archmaesters were greatly impressed. By the end of the second, they were sweating buckets at the child showing more knowledge about certain subjects than some of them.

I was really having fun seeing the looks on their faces. So I decided to break them even more.

They started asking Maester level questions, I started fucking with them even more giving perfect verbatim answers, the name of the book they are from, along with the page, paragraph and line.

By the end of their questions they were looking at me drooling. Again - Yuk! Then I decided to go start gutting them. I started showing them some medieval Mathematics and geometry knowledge – Hardrian's Theory (previously Pythagoras), the medivial abacus and some simple ways to do complicated calculations including elementary addition, subtraction, multiplication, division, fractions.

By the end of this they were ready to chuck the Archmaester of Arthimacy and give me his job.

Then I went in for the kill. I showed them my 'personal' invention for measuring time. I showed them a device called Pesonal Time Keeping Device which divided the day into twenty four hours, an hour into sixty minutes and each minute into sixty seconds.

Now they looked like they were ready to sell their kidneys to ask me to stay.

They however did ask me how make a similar device and how did it exactly work. I gave a shark like smile and replied – "Archmaesters! I am the son of a proud lord. And I do not make it a habit to help people who slight me like the Archmaester of Arithmatics did earlier this morning. But still I broke that promise today and gave you knowledge the likes of which you haven't discovered in the last hundred years and were unlikely to discover in the next hundred. How about you work on what I have already given you and give me some time to think over it. It is of course not easy to get over such slights."

After the glares the Archmaester of Arithmacy received from his colleagues he had the shame to look guilty and bow his head down and apologise profusely for his slight. Poor guy. But fuck him. So my repeated reply was – "Let me think about it."

After that we ended our session for today and they just gave me a free pass to come and go as I please. They also started genuinely begging me to consider joining their order.

Even though I was never going to join, it didn't hurt to keep them on their toes. So I gave them a smile and walked away.

The next few months were agonizingly painful. The reason was that these so called Knights of Knowledge knew less than a middle schooler. And most of their books were just as useless. These people couldn't even have been called medieval.

Never the less being here and making my name was important. Unfortunately I had to stay in this shitty place for just over two years to complete my chain in every field they had. My Hadrian's Theory was all the new buzz once I flat out refused to show them how my Personal Time Keeping Device worked.

After the initial subtle offers, all the Archmaester started openly begging me to stay and join the order. They were even ready to give me Archmaester positions from a get go in a newly created field. They even brought in the Granmaester to impress and convince me to join. Sadly the man was a sorry sight. That I came to know from my first attempt at legitimacy on him. That was also the day I vowed to destroy the order. When I read his mind, I also came to know the dirtiest secrets of citadel only he was privy too.

I came to know about citadels great hatred of magic and all things magical as they do not fit into their way of how all things should be. They reminded me of my aunt and uncle. I also found out they were responsible for the fall of the Targerians and the extinction of the dragons.

Well I was going to expose my ability at magic sometime in the coming years and I do not want to have to look over my shoulder every time I use it.

So the order will have to go.

Once I achieved all my chains at the age of 7 and my name became synonymous with genius for all the maesters and the lords they served all over westros, I packed up my bags and left for home.

AN: Over 200 favorites and more than 250 follows in 3 days! I am floored guys. So I give you this early present.

Some things I want to clarify before I questions about them in the comments section -

1. Yes. Part of this chapter has been inspired by Lord of the Grey story - A New World to Conquer. I had sent him a message a while back, asking for his permission to use some part of his story in this chapter. Either he is dead or is no longer active on this site because I didn't get a reply. Assuming he is not dead and is reading this story, Sorry bro. But I am giving you the credit here. MOST OF THE CITADEL PART IS ADAPTED DIRECTLY FORM HIS STORY.

Will there be more adaptions like this from his story. Probably not. I have completed 5 chapters and I am working on the 6th one currently but I plan to go in a slightly different direction than he did. So again - no.

2. About the Personal Time Keeping Device. Yes I know I said earth was size of neptune and any planet that size can't complete a rotation around its axis in 24hrs. My answer to this is that I am psychologist and not a scientist and this is a fan flic. So please pardon the leap of logic like varys fucking the time space continuum by jumping continents on the show.

3. When is the next chapter going to be? After 15 days that is 16th of June. I can publish before that, if I am done with the 6th chapter. But in any case I will publish on 16th. However I might be tempted to make an exception if I cross 500 favs.

Alright guys thats it for now.

~Till The Next Time