This idea just appeared inside my head. I never watched Game of Thrones, nevertheless I read a couple of fanfictions and know tiny bits of the story.

So here we are.

Chapter 1 Headache and Awakening

Pain was everything I felt. I ignored everything for the sake of trying to make sense of the seemingly endless pain.

Hoping for it to simply disappear or lessen. But it didn't stop.

Who knows how I got into this situation. I remembered nothing.

Imagine waking up after somebody hit your head with a hammer. Duplicate the pain by a random number higher than fifty and you haven't even come close to the pain I felt.

But all things have one thing in common. There will be a time when it will vanish.

So did the pain.

The first thing I did upon being capable of doing something besides feeling the pain was looking around.

Stone walls with no furniture in sight.

I groaned inwardly.

'Did I got abducted? Is this some sort of prison cell?'

A closer look at the room revealed that tiny windows existed, but far too small to squeeze anything besides your hand through it. They weren't even covered with glass as I could feel a weak cold wind coming through it.

A single wooden door lead to the outside. Within the first few seconds I analyzed how high my chances were breaking out of the room if I were hold captive.

However I wasn't confident in breaking that thing. It looked massive. It had iron hinges that were honestly too big to be useful.

Even the grip of the door looked comically large to be used. From my judgement it had to be at least two times the size

Continuing my observation, I realized that I lied on top of a bed. While it wasn't the most luxurious or comfortable I've ever slept in, it was better than nothing.

Especially since my body felt weak.

Did I get the flu after being injured? It certainly feels like it.

I tried to relax as worrying about something I wasn't able to change definitely didn't do good to me.

So I simply sighed and put my head back into the pillow.

My heads were full of questions, none were answered.

As I lied on top of the bed, I suddenly saw something moving. A large gray ball dashed towards me.

Instinct kicked in and I closed my eyes.

My instincts betrayed me which I only realized too late.

My heart was pumping blood into my body, but nothing happened. No feeling of impact, no pain and no voice.

The only thing that changed was that the bed I lied in had something on top of it.

As well as the sound of a canine panting with excitement.

Opening my eyes I was confronted with a giant wolf. Or dog. Or an anomaly amongst wolfs that made it grow huge.

The latter was more of a theory I had upon seeing the wolf towering over me.

Thankfully the wolf didn't seem to be hostile and instead licked me and tried to press its body against me to make sure that I knew that I wasn't alone.

Seeing the actions of the canine, I naturally smiled and rewarded the large wolf with pets.

This seemed to please the wolf as it lied next to me.

For an unknown period of time, I continued to caress the wolf who lied peacefully next to me.

It seemed that I did something right as the wolf closed his eyes and relaxed amongst my petting.

As I continued my petting, the wolf suddenly stood up and growled towards the door.

My attention was now fully focused on the door. I couldn't hear anything until something clicked within the key hole and the door was opened.

Through it stepped an unknown woman with worry plastered on her face.

Seeing the awake me, she stopped for a brief moment.

"Bran?! You are awake!" Said the woman with a slight hint of worry in her voice.

She charged over to my bed.

While this all seemed weird, the weirdest thing about her was the fact that she was a giant. At least two to three heads taller than me.

How is this possible? Did I become a dwarf or is this an exception?

And who the hell is Bran? My name definitely doesn't come close to that.

So with the voice of a stranger I croaked out my first words:

"Who are you?"

The wolf seemed to sense my unease as it positioned itself between the woman and me.

With an ashen face, the woman looked at me.

"Brandon? This is no time for joking… it is me?" Said the woman with a horrified voice.

My clear eyes full of question seemed to sadden her even further.

"Brandon, don't you remember me? I am your mother." Said the unknown woman, clearly trying to hold her tears back.

She looked at the wolf before saying:

"Summer, I know you protected Brandon well, but I can't talk to him that way. Could you allow me to talk to him?"

To my reluctance and to the joy of the unknown woman, the wolf named Summer stepped aside and now my protection was gone.

Without hesitation, the unknown woman enveloped me in a hug.

More for her than me.

"I thought you were dead. Thank the gods for their blessing that you recovered." Said the woman as she desperately hugged me.

However as sudden as the hug occurred, as sudden did it end. The emotion of the woman slowly became a neutral calm as she glanced at the opened door.

While they still showed worry, it wasn't as desperate as before.

Through it stepped three people.

A youngster, an old man and an old woman. None of them familiar to me.

"Bran! Good to see that you are awake." Said the youngster, but I could clearly see the hint of some foreboding bad message.

"Lady Stark, how has Bran been? Is everything alright?" Said the old man with concern.

"Luwin, Nan, Brandon doesn't remember me." Replied the woman with clear worry in her voice.

The three newly arrived people reacted differently. The youngster looked shocked. The old man furrowed his brows and the old woman seemed to do her version of furrowing the brows.

"Does he remember us?" Asked the old man either named Luwin or Nan. If I had to guess, it probably would have been Luwin.

The three people looked at me with uncomfortable silence. With internal shock I once again realized that they somehow looked taller than they should have been. Every single one of them being at least two to three heads taller than me.

This definitely was something to be worried about.

But as they glanced at me, seemingly wanting an answer, I said one:

"No, I don't remember who you are."

The youngster looked devastated. The old man seemed to be in his thoughts while the old woman walked towards the unknown woman and hugged her.

"Will, will Bran be okay?" Asked the unknown woman who tried to identify herself as my mother.

"Hard to say. I know of cases where the memories come back in a month. Akin to a broken bone, the mind needs to heal. However there are also cases where one had lost his memories for the rest of the life. It only depends on luck." Stated the old man as he continued to remain in this thoughts.

"Come on Bran. Please tell me that this is all a bad joke." Stated the Youngster, seemingly hoping for me to suddenly jump out of the bed and do a small bad joke dance session.

"Do you know how to speak?" Asked the old woman who was still tried to comfort the unknown woman.

While this question was weird to me, I replied honestly:

"Yes. I know how to speak."

At the statement of mine, both the old man and the old woman looked at each mysteriously before guiding the unknown woman outside. The only one remaining was the youngster.

He fiddled around for a while, not knowing what to say. I had a hint that it was something that was hard to say.

So I did the first step and asked:

"What is that you want to tell me?"

"You know… you fell from heights after you climbed too high. You were hit badly and spent weeks lying here. But you weren't able to recover everything." Began the youngster, with each word he continued to hesitate.

But as had limited patience here, I asked directly:

"So what is the problem? What is it that I will never be able to recover?"

"What?! Your ability to walk… well… is…" Said the youngster shocked at my direct question.

With shock I could only exclaim:

"What?!"

Before ripping the blanket off my body to check what happened with my legs.

They still existed. However upon concentration, there was no feeling within them.

I groaned. I am a cripple? This certainly would make life harder than it is.

Seeing my reaction, the youngster looked worried.

As I tried to move my Penis, I thankfully was able to do it. While it was only a twitch, it still counted as movement and I could feel the response of the organ.

I guess this counts as a Blessing in Disguise.

Sighing in relief, I looked back at the worried youngster who seemed to fear something.

I asked him a question:

"So tell me something about my family. Are you some relative of mine?"

This seemed to be easier for the youngster as he began to tell me about my supposed family.

"You are Brandon Stark. Bran is a nickname for you since there were many noticeable Starks who had the name Brandon. The Stark family is a family full of ancestral tradition and honorable men. Our symbol is that of a Dire Wolf. Strong and loyal in the North. We fought alongside the other seven kingdoms to end the era of the Mad Kings. While our territories might not be as rich as those of other kingdoms, we have very large territory and strong people." Said the Youngster, akin to a bad student trying to replicate the detailed version of the teacher.

While this version definitely wouldn't win any prizes for its scholarly features, it brought a lot of information. So I continued to ask:

"Wait, so there are Lannisters if there are Starks, right?"

With a hint of surprise, the youth had a small grin of his lips as he said:

"Naturally, those rich bastards exist."

I had to calm down at these words. Either this was the biggest prank of a lifetime, or a transmigration into some sort of Game of Throne character.

While I never watched Game of Thrones, I knew bits and pieces of the story.

Basically, seven kingdoms, tons of politics and backstabbing, rape, dragons, magical zombies and wars.

Thankfully I knew a little bit more about the Starks, basically they were the good guys who often times due to their honesty and pride would be on the receiving end of the whip.

While I did not remember the exact details, I remember one of the daughters being raped and multiple of them ending dead.

It was better to confirm with the youngster who seemed to like my questions of conformations.

So I asked:

"So… I have one brother and two sister?"

"No, two brothers and two sisters." Smiled the Youngster before pointing at himself.

"Do you remember my name?"

If I would be a huge fan I probably would be able to recognize this guy. But amongst the siblings of the Starks all I remember are dead guy, magic crippled guy, raped girl and cool assassin girl.

At the moment I summarized the Stark siblings, something dawned inside my head.

If I really transmigrated, then I must be that crippled magic guy. At least that was what I hoped. It would suck if somehow they had another sibling who was crippled as that would mean I would be a cripple while somebody else would be a cripple with magic.

Seeing my thinking silence as having no answer, the youngster was a little bit disappointed, but it seemed that simply remembering me having siblings was a good step.

"Does it concern you to not be able to walk?" Asked the youngster with an extra soft voice.

To be honest, it sucked balls. But there was little I could do about it. If I was in the modern era with machines, I could try and study bio engineering with the goal of returning my ability to walk.

But I barely knew how a machine worked. How could I find the time to create high end machines who could assist me in walking?

Using magic in this land was another option, but magic seemed to always require another sacrifice. Or else there would have been more fireballs being throw around on battlefields.

As I glanced at the youngster, I realized that the silence seemed to increase the worry the youngster had for me.

So I replied:

"While it sucks, I should come from a rather powerful family, right? It definitely would suck more to be a cripple being a peasant."

This attempt to look at the good side of life seemed to please the youngster as he said:

"While this may come to a surprise to you, I am your brother. My name is Robb Stark. Hope that you regain your memories quicker."

Robb ruffled my hair before stepping out of the room. Leaving me and the Dire Wolf named Summer behind.

According to the memories I had, every Dire Wolf of the Stark would perish. Often times to save the sibling they belonged to.

I definitely would make sure that it wouldn't happen to this one. After all, as I stroked through the soft fur of Summer it definitely created a bond between us.

Since I was already awake, I tried to move my body to retain a sitting position. But I underestimated how hard it was without using the legs.

Only with effort was I able to make myself lean against the wall.

A little bit more time passed as I tried to put pillows behind my back in order to lessen the coldness I would feel through my clothes.

When I finally was able to assume a comfortable position, someone stepped into the room.

It was the unknown woman who hugged me in the beginning.

She carried a plate with steaming food.

Everyone who brought food was considered a friend of mine. While there was the chance that it was poisoned, I hoped that my supposed mother wouldn't try and kill me.

So I asked:

"Are you my mother?"

I definitely could see a small smile on her lips as she put down the plate next to my bed.

"I heard you've started to remember small things. That's good. Just focus on recovering and then everything is going to be alright." Smiled the woman and kissed my forehead.

With embarrassment, I could feel the love the mother had towards her child. But I was the one that took over the body of her child.

While I did not knew how, it definitely was my personality here and not the one from the crippled magic child.

I felt bad. Really bad.

This was some sort of next level evil plot that I was doing right now.

Thankfully the moment of motherly love passed quickly as she left the room after giving my forehead a kiss.

Sighing I glanced towards the food she left behind.

Food shouldn't be wasted.

Patting my belly, I licked the remaining food off my lips.

With a full belly, the worries were disappearing. So I had enough mental capacity to think about what kind of magic the crippled used.

First was the prophecy things, I remember him being some kind of Seer.

Secondly, the ability to control animals. I even saw a short video about him controlling the gentle giant who had low mental capacity.

So basically humans and animals who had lower mental capacities.

While I did knew the limitations of the magic, I have heard of fan theories that the magic cripple guy was constantly improving.

Although they only stayed fan theories, the fan base was sure that the magic cripple guy had potential, which means that there was potential I was able to use.

Though the more important question right now was whether or not I still possessed the magical abilities of the previous Brandon Stark.

If I did, great. If I did not, then I would be nothing more than child being a cripple.

Knowing myself I definitely wasn't the most calculative and devious person. Which in Game of Thrones would probably make me wonder how I died.

Looking at Summer who was lying next to me, I closed my eyes.

This animal controlling thing would probably be easier if I was more familiar with the animal.

And so far, Summer was the only animal I bonded with before and after my transmigration.

I continued to pet Summer as I closed my eyes.

While having absolutely no idea what I was doing, the petting of Summer's soft fur was definitely the best way to relief any sort of stress that was building up.

My mind seemed to extend outwards, enveloping something else.

I was able to feel my legs once again. But they weren't the ordinary legs.

Walking around, I could feel the softness underneath my paws.

Looking around, I was able to see a young child lying next to me. His eyes were completely white.

Jumping from the bed, I walked around the room. Taking in every smell, every touch with the ground upon taking a step felt different.

As I willed it to stop, I snapped back into my own body.

Only now the prison that were my legs felt heavier than before.