I have always loved this type of fic, so I thought I would try my hand at it.
I was going to make an extra Stark but this is better.
Michael knew a fever when he had it, the awful heat around his mind and body, the struggle to focus and think. However, this was different, haunted by the echo of his death. He knew he was dead, remembered it, falling down the stairs onto the hard ice covered ground. He hated it, but it had happened. Maybe he was being reborn? Who knew...
"Come to me child, we have much to discuss." That simple, cold voice a balm to his soul, he found himself opening his eyes, looking at a women covered in a dark cloak. The man was in a familiar room, one Michael had seen before.
"Is this Winterfell?" And so it was, with dark walls and a roaring fireplace, furs on the bed.
"I figured you'd remember this, your memory has always been impeccable." The woman spoke. "I am the Crone, and it is that memory of yours that I need if we are to save this world from falling into greater despair. I cannot always heal it, this world, no matter how powerful we gods are. However in this reality we could slip you into a boy, an orphaned child of Winterfell. Your strong spirit will heal him, give his flesh the strength to survive. In turn, you will gain everything, but you must be cautious, use your knowledge for the betterment of the world you are a part of."
Michael nodded, her words sank in and the raw power was so crisp he knew this was real. No dream was this real... "What is my new name?"
"Mycah, yes the same as the Butcher's boy. The same as your chosen name, the name you gave yourself to heal from a life time of despair. "She smiled at him. "I can only hold you here for so long. Now, you must be cautious as I said. Tell the world of your knowledge, but only as far as they can understand. You must be careful, my love... and never forget who you are."
And darkness overtook him, only for lights to come back as the kind face of Maester Luwin, looking at him in shock. "My boy, are you alright?
He went to move, only to realize he was a a child, No more than maybe ten. 'No wonder the Crone wants me, most would never remember anything so long into their life. I can remember things in almost perfect detail since I was like four... I will save this world, not everyone, I know, but as much as I can. I have to be careful.. not just anyone can do this... wait, I was helped by a God, I can use that." Shaking, he smiled at her. "The Crone..." He startled the man, his voice though young in sound held an adult's power. "She saved me, I saw her... she said..." He considered his options, what words to share. If he was a commoner, he had no real power, but he could prove it..."Maester Luwin, before you say all I have is a fever dream, the sacred knowledge the Crone has bestowed on me... tell Lady Stark that the gods demand she fulfill her oath... she promised them to love Jon Snow, to legitimize him. That if not, a curse will fall on her kin, and it will wipe them out. Tell her that, and you will see that I am telling the truth."
The man frowned. "My boy, the gods would not have-"
"Master Luwin, I know things you could not comprehend. About the world. I know the name of Jon Snow's mother..." he sat up. "I am not asking for trust, I can prove myself... is the King here? I have memories future and past, I cannot remember when today is."
The man gaped. "He is on his way, he will be here in a month, only the Lord and Lady of Winterfell, and of course I know this... very well... I will speak to Lady Stark, but if you are lying, the consequences could be dire."
"I know... what I know though, it goes so far beyond anything... the gods fear the future, it must be changed."
And so Luwin left, and Mycah vowed to save his future. If this was his new home he would not let it crumble away...
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was a joy to write.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.