Chapter 1- Prologue
I was never meant to sit here near chimney,listening to stories of Blackfyre Rebellion,about how my "ancestors" had fought valiantly and died in Redgrass field for the glory of black dragon. How "my grandfather" was unjustly attainted from the title of Lord Coldmoat,although supporting Daemon III Blackfyre is rather foolish decision to me,because a lot of effort spent to gain this castle from Webbers by my "grand-grandfather" Eustace Osgrey and giving it to back to the Webbers was utterly humiliating and it still sting in my house members' memories. My supposed "father" in this world Ser Coryn Osgrey of Standfast regaled this stories to me.
He was tall,wiry man with neatly cropped black hair and beard. His face was weather-beaten and riddled with many scars that he took in War of the Ninepenny kings fighting for, ironically ,red dragon and his eyes had a hard look which earned him a nickname "Steelgaze". Though prideful,he was clever,brave and kindhearted man who greatly loved me or rather other child before me.
Filling my mind with a guilt was a fact that I killed that innocent child,robbing him from unsuspecting father. I'm longing to see the Earth,to see my flat in Ashgabad,where I lived peacefully with my family, where I had beautiful girlfriend and little charming son and studied in prestigious high school.I never asked for this quasi-medieval world named Westeros,no matter how I loved reading the ASOIAF novels and fanfics. This simply can't be real. Curse the day that I decided to drive a car under alchocol,curse that party I went to. I couldn't handle my drink that day and decided to show off in the city.I performed quite well there but I managed to overlook other car on my way to home and after crash I felt nothing and saw only white void... But it didn't last for long time.Maybe fate took pity on me and gave me second chance to live.Child slept when I took control over his body. Junior Osgrey had good looks and resembled his father in this aspect.
I wonder how my family doing there,is my body being buried or I'm in coma yet. In this brutal world I really may be dead in seconds after I misstep merely inch in my path. But now when I'm 5 year old boy in 269 AC named Perceon Osgrey born from deceased lady of green-apple Fossoway and Coryn Osgrey,who is a good father, I decide to give this life a try and live decent life.
Interrupting my musings,my father came over to my side "What bothers you, my son?" his look concerned. "Nothing important." I said. "Sure? Then brace yourself! Hahaha!" He shouted,tickling me. It is good to be a child again,indulging your wishes and play carefree with your parent.I wish no more than be here forever,happy and content with this life.
But time awaits no one.I must be ready to the challenges and tests that fate might throw on.
Game begins and off we go.
A/N:This is a slightly AU Si story,where I changed branch of house Osgrey and added my three OC characters
Edmund Osgrey (born 219 AC died 260) 41 years old at the moment of death
Coryn Osgrey (born 240 AC)-28 years old
Perceon Osgrey (born 264 AC)-5 years old
This is my first story and your review and feedback is mostly appreciated and needed