I don't own A Song of Ice and Fire books and Game of Thrones show, except for my OCs and part of the story.

WARNING: English is my second (foreign) language, Spanish is my first. Sorry for the typos or for not describing very well certain scenes. I will accept any constructive correction you give me.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

I woke up screaming suddenly, I was scared, and my breathing was erratic. The first thing I've noticed was that I found myself sitting on a bed, and covered by some animal skin, then, I observed the strange room where I was. The walls were made of stone and wood; there was a wide old window with small wooden doors to close it; far from the bed, there was a wooden table and, at one side of the bed, there was a rudimentary wooden chair and a wooden midnight table with a candle. All the design and style looked as if it was from the Middle Ages.

Where am I?

How the hell I got here?

I couldn't remember anything just before waking up, not even recognize the place I was. I was confused and scared.

Did someone kidnap me and I didn't notice it?

Oh my God… Where am I? I'm scared…

I jumped in fright when someone stormed through the door. It was a man with long and brown hair, he has a long face with a brown beard trimmed with white, and his eyes were grey, he looks someone in his forties. The expression of his face was like someone ready to fight, and then I noticed a sword in one of his hands and the men behind him.

He's gonna kill me!

I started to scream for help and getting away from him, but my body was weak, and I fall to the floor in the process. Immediately, I felt someone grabbing me.

"Please, don't kill me! Please!" I beg to the man.

"I am not going to hurt you Lylian." The man replied. "I am your father…" His answer makes me look at him as a crazy man.

"I'm not your daughter you fucking asshole!" the man looked at me with a mix of confusion and upset.

"Don't speak to Father like that!" I've heard a second voice scolding me. It was a teenager with red-brownish hair and blue eyes.

"Who are you?" I ask the teenager angry. "You are no one to speak to me like that!" The teen looked at me in shock.

"Lylian, look at me…" the older man near me asked.

Why this man insists on calling me Lylian?

"Stop calling me Lylian…!"

"That is your name…" He keeps insisting.

"That's not my name! My name is…" At that moment, when I was going to say my true name, I began to cry of desperation.

I don't know my name…

I don't remember my name…

The man noticed how terrified and frustrated I was for not remember anything. His face shows worry and looks like he wanted to find something to solve this.

"Lylian, do you remember them?" He asked me while he was pointing at the people who entered the room. In front of me, there were three teenagers, a man in his twenties, two older men, and a woman. I couldn't recognize any of them. "Your mother?" He pointed at the only woman in the room. The woman has long red hair and blue eyes, her eyelids were swollen and dark, she looked sick. When the woman noticed I didn't answer and she began to weep. One of the teens, the one who scolds to me, hug her.

Then I saw one of the teens getting nearer. He had the same look as the man near me; he has a long face, dark brown hair, and grey eyes, but they were so dark that they look almost black.

"Don't you remember me, Lily?" His voice sounded desperate. I looked at him confused, and his face turned even more worried.

"I can't remember anything…" That was the only thing I answer after a few minutes in silence. I felt the air cold… no, I was the cold one.

"It's all right, Lylian…" I felt how the man was hugging me, but his touch felt uncomfortable, and I pushed him.

"I don't know who you are! I don't know where I am! I'm scared! Was I kidnapped? Was I sold to someone?" The questions came out in a rapid-fire, I started to panic. I needed space, I need to breathe.

I've heard voices, but they were fuzzy. I began to see black spots, everything was spinning and blurry. I felt my body stop working and darkness took me.

I woke up again in the same place, still not knowing where I was. I sat up, but immediately someone grabbed my shoulder, stopping me from getting up.

"Lay down sweetie." I look who stopped me and it was the same red-haired and sickly woman. "I am going to call Maester Luwin, I will return quickly" not waiting for my answer, she left almost running through the door.

Maester?

What the hell is that?

I sat up again, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. I quickly back down.

"Ugh… fuck." I swore.

Seconds later, the same woman entered with a small old man dressed in a grey wool tunic with white fur, his sleeves were very floppy.

Who dresses like that at this time?

Maybe some monks still dress like this old man…

"Hello Lylian, it's good to see you awake." The old man said while he came closer to me. "I am Maester Luwin, I need to ask you a few questions and of course, and I will answer all the doubts you have." He kindly said while he sat on the wooden chair.

The started old man ask me if I remember my name, my age, my family and friends or any people I could remember, but in all my answers were "I don't remember.". However, I could remember something about myself, making my answers kind of a lie.

In this new life where I wake up, I can't remember my full name, the people around me, or the place where I am. But strangely, I know that I have twenty-five years old, I'm 1 meter 68, fair skin but my love for going to the beach made myself to be slightly tanned; I'm skinny but athletic, I'm blonde, and my hair was long and wavy, and my eyes were blue. I'm a college student, I'm studying Arts, and right now I'm finishing; as a way to pay my studies, I have several jobs: librarian at the college library where I study, independent photographer and painter. I live in a small apartment near the college in California, United States; I live there since 2010, the year when I started college.

I can remember all those things, but I can't remember my true name, how I got here, and what happened before waking up in this strange world.

"Where am I?"

"You are on Winterfell, my lady." Winterfell? Where I heard that name?

"What happened?"

"You fall from a horse while you were riding. Your head was hit on the process, making you lose your memory." Explained the old man. I wanted to say that I remembered something about myself, but I decided not saying anything. "Also, you were terribly hurt on your left leg. Fortunately, I could treat your wound on time." When he said that about my leg, I felt a beating throb on my left thigh, but it was bearable.

Then, I asked the old man about me, and he started to explain that I'm Lylian Stark, the firstborn daughter of Catelyn and Eddard Stark, born in 282 or something… I didn't understand the year he told me, but he clarified that I have just turned sixteen. My siblings are Robb, Sansa, Arya, Brandon (or Bran), and Rickon.

Why this is so familiar to me?

While I was talking to the old man, I really look at the red-haired woman. Besides her physical features, I've noticed the way she was dressed. She had a dark green dress, her hairstyle was weird, the low part of her hair was loose, and the rest was hung and twisted. Her look is from someone who is from the Middle Ages, just like the old man.

"Well, Lady Lylian, it seems you do not remember anything and your leg is healing well." He turned to my supposed mother. "Share your memories with her and be patient. Septa Mordane can instruct her again."

"Thank you, Maester Luwin" Showing her gratitude to the old man.

"I will bring the rest of the family." And with this, the old man left me with the red-haired woman.

I didn't know these people, but they knew me apparently, and they were my family. I didn't have another choice for now.

"How do you feel, sweetling? Do you need anything?" Asked the woman.

"Very weak, I tried to stand up but I felt dizzy."

"You shouldn't do that." She scolds me motherly.

"Since when I'm here?" I ask her.

"Many days. I lost the count." She answered almost in a whisper. "I thought you will never wake up." I saw how her eyes began to water, but quickly she composed herself. "I am happy to see your eyes open again."

I was going to say something comforting when someone opened the door. The man who I met the first time I woke up entered, and after him, entered the red-brownish hair teenager that I met the first time I woke up, then two girls and two boys entered last.

My… mother and… father… present themselves and my family... our family. My parents were Catelyn and Eddard Stark; I'm the firstborn, and following me in age was Robb with fourteen years old, then Sansa with eleven, Arya with nine, Bran with six, and Rickon with three. Sansa looked physically to… my mother; Arya looked like… my father, also that teenager with brown hair, long face and grey eyes; Bran has auburn hair, and deep blue eyes; little Rickon has the same features of his older brother Bran, auburn hair and blue eyes.

All of them were so familiar to me, since their names to their physical features. All I know is they were my family, and I felt a special bond with them.

While they were speaking, telling me stories about them, about me, about us as a family, I could notice that I'm an adventurer, just like Arya but more ladylike. Internally I was relieved that I wasn't a weak woman. Also, I could notice that I was my father's weakness, he loved me so much. While they keep telling me their memories with me, I began to analyze better what I have seen for now.

The way they speak… it's so weird, also their accent…

The way they dress and how they have their hair is weird…

The place where I was too…

I began to have a headache by overthinking. My family noticed this, and they leave me to rest, but instead of my mother staying, it was my father's turn.

"Today I will dine with you and take care of you until night." Informed… my father and I nodded. He sat in the only chair in the room, the one near my bed.

After a long and uncomfortable silence, I remembered the other teen who looks in some way like him.

"When I woke up, I said horrible things to you and the rest…" I said embarrassed, my father encouraged me to continue. "I saw a boy, with the same physical features as my sister Arya and you. Who is he?" I ask him curiously.

"He is Jon. Your brother… your half-brother." Answer uncomfortable.

"Half-brother?"

"He… He is a bastard." Answer in the same tone. And I just nodded in comprehension, and I understood why he wasn't here.

"I want him here. I want to talk to him." I asked my father. He nodded, and he got out of the room, looking out for him.

Minutes later, the boy and my father entered. My half-brother presented himself as Jon Snow, but my father corrected him by saying "You are still a Stark". The three of us talk again as a family, and he told me some moments I share with him. With Jon, I feel better than the rest of my family, and I considered him as my brother, not my half-brother.

When it was almost dark, I couldn't be capable of getting up from bed yet, I was still weak. My… father (is too uncomfortable to name a stranger my father) kept his word and ate with me, also I ask Jon to eat with us. Both of them brought a small table to the room to eat more comfortable; Jon and I were sat in bed and our father sat on the chair. When my plate was brought, it called my attention where the food was served. In front of me, there was a metallic silver plate with bread, a piece of chicken and cheese, and to swallow it, a cup of water, the cup was also as the same material as the plate.

I tried not to pay attention to this and enjoy my dinner with my brother and father. After we ate, Jon gave me a kiss on my hair and left for me to rest. Father decided to stay until I fall asleep.

"It seems that you are beginning to adapt to yourself in the new world." A strange voice from a woman spoke to me in the dark.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the one who brought you here." Answer the voice.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I order to that voice. "Everything looks like from the Middle Ages…"

"Middle Ages?" Asked the voice confused. "Ah… yes. In your world, there was a period like this." She said in comprehension. "However, this world is different from yours. In this world is full of magic no doubt."

"I don't understand…" I answer confused.

"You have a brain to think. Tell what you have seen so far." The voice asked me.

I remembered every single detail since I woke up. Everything made a click in my head.

I'm in the Middle Ages…

What did I do to deserve this?

I'm not going to survive…

"Yes. You are in the closest representation of the Middle Ages in your world, but is not."

"What do you mean is not?" I answered angrily to the voice.

"Think dear." Insisted me. "Why those names and looks from those strange people are familiar to you?" The voice encouraged me to think.

"I'm tired of this mumbo-jumbo!" I replied angrily. "Tell me where am I." I ordered the voice.

"I'm helping you to survive in this world. If you do not take this, you will die in this game." The voice warned me. "Think my child. I promise not to play on you anymore, I want to help you."

"I hope this isn't a joke…"I warned the voice.

"I promise you under your God and my Seven Gods." The voice insisted.

Seven Gods?

Wait a minute…

The Starks…

Jon Snow…

Aunt Lysa Arryn…

The Tullys…

"WHY THE FUCK YOU BRING ME TO GAME OF THRONES?!" Now I was beyond to be furious. "I'M NOT GOING TO SURVIVE HERE!"

"You will. You have The Wolf Blood in your veins…" explain the voice calmly.

"I DON'T CARE IF I HAD THE WOLF THING! BRING ME BACK TO MY WORLD!"

"You will be back until is time. For now, this is your new world, new life."

After the voice said that, I opened my eyes, found myself in the same fucking room. I look around and there was nobody.

Then I heard in my head that same voice I was speaking through dreams.

"Here starts your new life Lylian Stark 'The Bold Rose of Winterfell'…"