Prologue

"I am bestowing you a second chance at life. Perhaps this time, without the influence of Indra's will, the decisions you make will decide what the afterlife has in store for you."

"I will not accept this; all I wanted was to reunite with my brothers. I have no interest in being part of these games that destiny dealt me before! "

"My dear descendant…even destiny has shed tears for you. What the Elemental Nations has dealt you is history. Now you have been granted this chance to write your own history. We truly believe that aside from great destruction, you have the capacity to create and nurture this new world. "

"Given the chance, we know you will do well for the people around you. The afterlife is not ready for you yet. Until next time…"

"Don't do this! I cannot change! I am Madara Uchiha!"

"You'd do well never to forget that. Madara Uchiha can do great things; it is how he does it that really matters."

Being reduced from a literal god in human form, to a child restricted to a castle wall, is not something Madara ever imagined he'd find himself situated in. Back in the Era of Warring States, as soon as a child is able to walk, they are moulded into soldiers ready to sacrifice their lives for their clan.

Now, he was…weakened to waiting for news of this war that his new family had gotten themselves involved in. The cold winds were howling as he stood on top of the outer wall of this ridiculously massive castle, completely unaffected by the temperatures that had reduced some adults to a shivering mess.

Even with his loss of Chakra and being a child, the physical capabilities from his previous life have remained with him. He often surprised the adults around him with some feats that no matter how many times he tried to suppress, would regularly catch him at a wrong time. He never got tired, had broken countless wooden swords, blunt practice swords, and even lifted a real bastard sword one time.

With him being the youngest son of the late Lord Rickard Stark and late Lyarra Stark, it was almost impossible sometimes to test his abilities to its limits. Aside from mostly being quiet and extremely intelligent for his age, as a lord's son, he was often watched by guards whenever he snuck to the Godswood in the early morn. Irritatingly enough for him, being cold to everyone around him just made him much more interesting to the castle residence and his new family. Most of them concluded that his cold manner is due to him knowing that his mother died bringing him into this world.

Heh, what a bunch of fools!

He's cold, because he is cold. Even his annoying sister Lyanna would not shut up about his mannerisms. She often tried to stretch his face into smile with her hands; when that wouldn't work she would smother his face with kisses. Luckily, a simple glare with his intelligent and powerful grey eyes would send her racing out of his site.

Whatever he was expecting in this new life, it definitely wasn't living behind a stone castle that covered almost three acres of land and part of a family that ruled over a kingdom the size of The North. But, five years into this world, even he can admit Winterfell is truly a majestic site for the eyes.

Madara is undecided on whether he can call this place home. But, right now that's the least of his problems. Him, and his older brother Benjen are the acting Lords of this castle whilst his brother is off fighting a war, and his sister being missing for a year, his father and eldest brother Brandon dead in the capital.

He read what he could from the Winterfell library about this world, but without the Sharingan he could not read as much as he liked. His basic understanding of Westeros made him draw up enough information of the current state of Westeros even with the quiet whisperings around the castle.

Borrowing the Maester's letters helped as well.

Madara clenched his tiny fist as he remembered what he had read on a letter he had borrowed a week ago. Ned and Robert Baratheon were set to clash with the Targaryen forces at the Riverlands a day after the raven flew off with the letter.

'The battle would be long over by now.'

He gritted his teeth, absolutely disgusted at the fact he was in a child's body, with no way to save what's left of his new family. Despite his coldness to them, they do have the same blood as him…and in his previous life; blood meant the world to him.

He hated that his heart sank a little when he heard his sister went missing.

He hated that he felt like reducing King's Landing to a waste land when the maester informed him and Benjen that father and Brandon died.

Thinking about Ned possibly dying against the Targaryen's made him realise, maybe he cares more about them than he liked to admit. It wasn't welcoming, but Madara would not allow his new family to be destroyed…not again.

As soon as he finished that thought, he heard the almost silent footsteps of Benjen as he stood next him. The two of them overlooked the Kingdom from the outer wall, hoping to see a raven in site with news of the war. Benjen is five years older than him, and currently the acting Lord of Winterfell, but usually jovial child has been spotting a devastated expression on his face for the past few days.

"Madara, I know you read the letter from Maester Luwin's table a few days ago…" Benjen uttered, fidgeting with his hands nervously, "You're much more intelligent than me; well most people these days. Do you…do you think Ned and Robert will win?"

Madara glanced slightly at him, and then turned back towards the distant land, "I would not be able to tell you. Anything can happen during battle. Even a stray arrow can change the tide. We can't be worrying about the outcome of that fight. Our only job is to protect this castle…with our lives."

Benjen smiled sadly at the coldness of his brother, "If Ned falls it will just be the two of us. What can we do against an army? We're just children."

"Whatever you can…" Madara stated; narrowing his eyes at the raven he spotted headed their way in the distance. He then closed his eyes and sighed as he turned around, "Maester Luwin will be having news for us soon."

Benjen quietly followed after him as they made their way down the outer wall to the maester tower. It took them a few minutes to navigate the courtyard to the castle, and they couldn't help but notice the worried and dreadful faces of people around the castle. Seems they're not the only ones that spotted the raven flying overhead.

As they turned around a corner, they spotted Maester Luwin already there, waiting for us with a devastated look on his face, hands shaking slightly as he clutched the letter in his hand.

We stopped just in front of him, his back turned towards us.

"Maester Luwin…" Benjen whispered whilst Madara felt his rage building up.

'No…Not again…'

"My Lords!" Maester Luwin was almost crying at this point, his shoulders starting to shake, his back still facing us.

"The rebellion has fallen. The Targaryen's emerged victorious and Robert Baratheon died by Ser Arthur Dayne's Dawn. Prince Rhaegar demands fealty from all the Lords of Westeros."

On that day, Madara decided that Westeros will know why he was feared by every shinobi that heard a mere whisper of his name.

End Prologue

Madara's harem: Daenerys Targaryen; Rhaenys Targaryen(Daughter of Elia); Arianne Martell

Godlike Madara by Game of Thrones standards.

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