Hello everyone, welcome to my Fic which is basically what would have happened if? Cersei and Robert had a daughter and if Rhaegar and Lyanna had another son, this is going to be a magical adventure (although not at the level of saying that he is a harry potter, without encouraging to offend that great saga) as a policy, with reference to things from the books, it will begin as an OC X Robb and OC X Cersei until both grow up. It is my first fic if if I have errors or I have any advice you have to help me improve this story, I would appreciate it if you left it in a comment / Review.

With nothing more to say enjoy :D

I'm sorry if something is badly translated but English is not my first language

It was spring.

Jugram Snow could tell, from the leaves of the trees.

The castle made it familiar, but it seemed to be under construction.

In the courtyard of the castle there was a man, dressed entirely in black, the man was on his back so Jugram could not see the face of the man, but if he could see his long platinum-blonde hair that was tied in a braid that reached him until the hip.

Because of his black robes, Jugram's first thought of the man was that he belonged to the night's guard.

But those thoughts remained in the background when a young man between fifteen and sixteen approached the man. The young man had dark brown hair, gray eyes and an elongated face.

'A Stark?' Jugram wondered.

The young man with dark brown hair carried a tray of snacks in his hands.

"I served some tea," the young man declared as he approached the man with platinum blonde hair.

"Ahh. Thank you." The man spoke, Jugram could tell he had a lump in his arms, a baby.

" Wow, sleep soundly," said the young man surprised to see that he drinks in the arms of the man was asleep. "Sorry, my wife fell asleep too," continued the young man.

"Really, I'm really sorry. " The young man apologized with a smile. "You are a visitor, but I made you take care of my son" The young man with dark hair continued while sitting next to the man.

"Don't worry about it." I dismiss the platinum-haired man who needs to apologize for the young man. "She is probably tired. Giving birth to a child and raising him is hard work." The man declared as he handed the baby to the young man.

The man's hand went to the cup with tea. "After I finish drinking this, I will leave" The man revealed as he drank the cup. "I can't keep eating free meals like this"

"Oh no! I owe you my life", the young man confessed. " Not only did you save me from that ice creature, but you also took the trouble to raise me and give me these lands."

'Ice creatures? Will the others be? ' Jugram wondered mentally with some skepticism.

The man did not answer, just took a sip of his tea. "…well then. At least tell me your story for future generations" asked the young man interested in the history of man.

"It is not necessary" the man spoke.

"But ... it must be difficult since you don't have a successor on hand, " declared the young man. "It may be impossible for me, I'm just a simple King and that the best thing he can do is build things, but someday someone will do it ..." The young man continued.

"It is not necessary," repeated the man.

"Brandon" The man turned to see the young man and Jugram could see the man's face completely. The man has eyes that looked like a pair of jewels, his eyes were a violet amethyst of a dark hue. Another important thing were his pupils were sharp like those of a cat, but Jugram remembered more those of a dragon because of the illustrations of the books that talked about dragons.

But what most surprised that he had Jugram what s it's eyes that man, the only serious difference pupil. But of everything else they were identical.

Another important feature in man was a mark on the top of his forehead that resembled light red flames.

'Like that of R'hllor's slaves, ' thought Jugram, who had heard that R'hllor's slaves tattooed flames on their cheeks and on their foreheads, but this man was different. The man's mark was on the upper left of his forehead.

Two other things of interest of the man were the first earrings in the form of the sun with a ruby in the center and the second a necklace with the symbol of a wolf that Jugram became familiar.

"Your descendants will always find their way to the same place. Even if times have changed, even if they have taken different paths up to that point, they will always go to the same place," declared the man with platinum blond hair. Jugram could not understand the meaning of the words of the man and had the feeling that he would not do so in the short term.

"You seem to see me as a kind of special man, but that's not true," said the man. "I could not protect a single thing that was precious to me. I could not achieve what I was supposed to achieve in life" Man continued.

"I am a worthless man" The man finished and then began to walk towards the castle door.

But he stopped and turned to see him identified as Brandon.

" Brandon " call the man making Brandon saw it. "You must always remember these words, they will warn you and your descendants of the imminent danger"

" The Winter is Coming " were the words of the man and then continue on his way.

The dream is over and Jugram came back to reality.

Tears fell down her cheeks.

He didn't understand their meaning, but strange as it seemed he felt sad.

Jugram turned to see the other bed to see that his younger twin brother, Jon Snow was still asleep. Then he realized that it was earlier than normal.

Sighing tiredly before lying back in his bed and trying to reconcile the dream, he still had some time to continue dreaming.

Bran shot an arrow, but did not hit the target. Bran stomped the floor frustrated.

Jon Snow, s approached Bran and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Keep going. Father is watching." Jon revealed as he and Bran turned to see two figures watching him, one was Lord Eddard Stark. "And your Mother" Jon continued to realize the presence of a beautiful woman with brown hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones. Lady Catelyn Stark the wife of Eddard Stark.

Both parents looked at Bran a smile. Bran gave them a weak smile and nodded, prepared an arrow from his quiver and shot again.

But without a positive result, he failed again.

Robb, Jon and even Rickon laughed at Bran for the failed shot. Bran simply lowered his head for his failure.

"And who of you hit the target with eight years?" With those words of Lord Eddard Stark, the laughter ceased. "Keep practicing Bran" Support Eddard Bran. "Continue" concluded Ned.

Jugram, the only one of Brandon's brothers who didn't laugh at him, bent down to be at the same height as Brandon.

"Come on Bran, don't be discouraged. They can make fun of them, but their first shots were even worse than yours." Jugram revealed with a smile.

"Seriously?" Bran asked quietly.

"Yes, Robb laughs at you, but his first five shots were closer to the castle gate than the target," Jugram replied with a small laugh as he remembered Robb's first shots.

Bran felt the corners of his lips rise slightly.

"And the Jon, his first three shots didn't even reach the middle of the road," said Jugram, causing Bran to gradually regain his self-confidence.

"And yours?" Bran asked interested.

Jugram raised an eyebrow and showed a small smile.

" ¿ My first ten shots? we didn't even find the arrows that day" confessed Jugram while laughing at that shameful memory.

Even Bran let out a small laugh.

Jugram took out an arrow from Bran's quiver. "And believe me that you miss something like an arrow gives a lot to think about the skill of the shooter," Jugram said as he watched the arrow he pulled from the quiver. "But you know something, continue practicing day after day, until my ability improves. Our Father once told me that perseverance is a virtue of wise men." Jugram continued as he put his left hand on Bran's shoulder.

"I am sure that you will beat us in archery, you will be even better than Theon who is possibly the best archer of all Winterfell, " said Jugram. "But you must practice and believe in yourself. You can do it?" Jugram asked as he extended the arrow to Bran.

Bran nodded and took the arrow from Jugram's hand.

"Don't think too much, Bran," Jon spoke.

Bran prepared to shoot.

"Relax your arm," Robb advised.

And an arrow hit the center of the target.

But it wasn't Bran's arrow.

Everyone turned in surprise towards the direction from which the arrow came only to meet a girl of an age similar to Bran's, the girl has dark brown hair, elongated face and gray eyes. She was Bran's older sister, Arya Stark.

Arya made a mocking bow towards Bran. Robb, Jon and even Jugram couldn't resist the urge to laugh when Bran went after Arya.

The Stark family is happy.

Robb, Jugram, Jon and Bran were ordered by their Father to prepare to go with him to deal with a deserter of the night's watch.

When they arrived at the execution site, it was full of Stark house guards, everything was ready to execute the deserter.

Robb was the one who was closest to his Father as his heir, behind him was Brandon who could tell he was nervous, behind Bran was Jugram and Jon.

Jugram looked skeptically like everyone else at the defector, who always repeated the same words.

"I saw the white walkers" They were the words of the deserter.

When he was finally taken to where Lord Eddard Stark was, the defector knew instantly that he had to say his last words.

"I know I broke my oath ... and that I am a deserter" The deserter began. "I must have returned to the Wall, and warned them, but… I saw what I saw. I saw the white walkers." The deserter continued. "The people have to know. If you can let my family know… Tell him, I was not a coward. Tell him I'm sorry." The deserter finished with his last words.

Ned Stark looked at the deserter for a moment, then nodded to his men who put the deserter on his knees.

While Ned drew ice from his pod, Jon approached Bran.

"In the name of Robert, from the Baratheon house, the first of his name ..." Eddard began.

"Don't take your eyes off," Jon declared to Bran.

"King of Andals and the first men ..." Eddard continued.

"He will know," Jon continued.

"Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and protector of the Kingdom ... Me, Eddard of the Stark house ... Lord of Winterfell and guardian of the North ... I sentence you to die" Eddard finished and then prepared to swing his sword to cut the head of the deserter of a simple cut.

Jugram noticed that Brandon grimaced at the death of the deserter.

"You did well" I congratulate Jon to Bran and then walk away. Jugram approached Bran and patted him comfortably on the back and then followed Jon.

Jugram rode his horse back to Winterfell.

"Juice" Jugram turned to see who called him, a young man older than him, has black hair and pale eyes, like two white moons. Domeric Bolton the heir of the Bolton house and ward of the Stark house.

"What happened? Dom" asked Curious Jugram.

"You're good?" Domeric question with some concern.

"What do you mean?" Jugram answered with a question, he knew what Domeric was referring to, but he wanted to avoid the conversation. Jugram had realized a couple of things about the dream he had this morning.

"You don't look like you… Jon has noticed that something affects you, something has you thinking. Before we left Winterfell, you kept seeing a place near the castle door as if you were seeing something. Even your Father notices that there is something wrong." Domeric declared. Jugram narrowed his eyes, which Domeric noticed.

"Maybe I was seeing something," Jugram said neutrally.

Domeric frowned. "Juice, there was nothing where you were looking," commented Domeric as he looked at Jugram knowing that now he did hide something.

But suddenly everything stopped, they had found something on the way back. Jugram dismounted to see what was going on there but before Domeric took him by the shoulder.

"Jugo, I'm your friend, if something happens to you tell me can" speak Domeric, Jugram turned to him and showed a small smile.

"Thank you, but I already told you, nothing happens to me," said Jugram with a small smile. I knew Domeric would not believe him but would not continue insisting on the subject.

Jugram walked among his Father's men to see that what stopped the return to Winterfell had been a dead deer.

"What is that?" Jon asked as his Father Eddard passed by to approach the deer's body.

"A mountain lion?" Theon Greyjoy question. Theon is a young brunette with brown hair.

"There are no mountain lions in these forests," Eddard replied as he looked at the ground to realize some traces he began to follow, followed by all his men.

What they saw was a corpse of a direwolf with some puppies.

"It's a monster," Theon declared.

"It's a direwolf" Ned confessed and then exchange a look with Ser Rodrik Cassel. "Old beast" He continued as he plucked a deer antler that had stuck the direwolf.

"There are no worms south of the Wall," Robb spoke slightly surprised.

"Now there are five," Jon said as he took one of the puppies and turned to see Bran. "Do you want to hold them?" Jon asked Bran who nodded and Jon gave him the puppy.

"Where are you going?" Bran question with curiosity about the future of the puppies. "Your Mother is dead" Continuous.

"They don't belong here" I declare Ser Rodrik. Rodrik is a robust, wide man with white mustaches.

"The best thing is that they die" Ned decided while Theon did not lose a second and took out a dagger. "They will not survive without their mother," Ned continued.

"So is. Give it to me" Theon asked Bran as he removed the direwolf.

"Do not!" I exclaim Bran.

"Keep your sword" Robb ordered Theon.

"I take orders from your Father not from you," Theon replied sharply.

"Please, Father" begged Bran pleadingly.

"Sorry, Bran," Ned apologized to his son.

"Lord Stark ..." I call Jon calling the attention of Ned who turned to see him. "There are five puppies. One for each of the Stark. The orchard is the flagship of the Stark house," Jon continued.

"Lord Stark, they are destined to have them," Jugram declared respectfully.

Everyone turned to see Eddard in search of the final decision. Eddard turned to see his illegitimate children.

"And what about you? Don't they want a puppy?" Ned asked when he realized that Jon and Jugram had been excluded.

Jugram shook his head. "We are not Stark, we are Snow," Jugram answered for him and his younger brother knowing that the answer was going to be the same.

Ned thought a few moments before speaking. "You will train them yourself. You will feed them yourself. And if they die, you will bury them yourself," Ned decided.

Theon handed Bran the puppy, Robb under par to help get the pups out.

"And yours" Bran asked as he looked at his older half-brothers.

"I already say Juice, we are not Stark," Jon replied. "Go" Jon continued signaling Bran to continue.

When they were about to leave, Jugram heard something that made him stop, turned to see his twin brother who also seemed to hear him.

Jon returned to see where the sound came from.

"What is that?" Robb asked curiously.

Jon took out two more puppies, but these were different from the rest, both had white fur. Jon gave one to Jugram

Theon looked at this fun and spoke. "The strangers in the family. Those are your s brothers Snow "

Author's Note:

I'm sorry if something is badly translated but English is not my first language

The appearances are from the books, that of Jon, Robb and Jugram I leave for the next chapter.

Ages:

Eddard: 35

Catelyn: 34

Domeric and Theon: 18

Robb, Jugram and Jon: 15

Bran: 8

Arya: 9