Crossposting the 13 chapters I have from SpaceBattles.

Chapter 1

Good news.

I had been isekai'd. I mean it wasn't fantastic but I would take it over being dead and all.

Bad news.

I now found myself in Westeros of all places. Reading about the world through words was one thing, but as interestingly as I found the story, it did little to change the fact it was a medieval world sorely lacking in the creature comforts of the 21st century which I now lacked.

Good news.

I was pretty highborn so I wouldn't be completely lacking in said creature comforts.

Bad… Ish news?

I am now a newborn Cersei Lannister.

At first, my new mother introduced us to our new father, I had assumed I was Jaime which I thought wasn't a bad deal overall. Heir to Casterly Rock and a highly talented swordsman. Then Cersei was named and I found myself shifted into someone's arms for examination.

Boy, did I scream when the realization hit.

That was a few hours ago so I had the time to calm down and think over the idea a bit more. I mean, being a Lannister wasn't a terrible thing per se. We were filthy fucking rich and I would be under Tywin Lannister's aegis, being his daughter and all. It's just the daughter and all was the problem.

However, I think my next bit of news might have given me an out.

True to isekai fashion, I think I was gifted some kind of power when I was dragged screaming and crying into this world

Thanks, ROB.

The warmth running through my body had me assuming I was feverish or it might have been some newborn baby thing. Or perhaps I was born sickly or something.

Eventually, a lack of anything to do besides lying on my backside had my thoughts drifting inward.

There was a metaphysical mass, or at least I hope it was metaphysical, of something in my body with the source of it originating from my stomach where it radiated its warmth outwards across my body in crisscrossing tendrils. Besides the warmth, I didn't feel much else from it but then again, one can no more focus on their own heart or their spleen or something but all I could tell was it definitely didn't exist in my past life.

Unless this was some girl thing? Probably not.

Maybe it was a Naruto chakra network? I mean, it wouldn't be ideal as I had no teacher but there were at least some tangible benefits from it. For one, didn't a chakra network make a person heartier? I could also probably figure out wall and water walking at the very least though I probably wouldn't ever be able to cast any type of jutsus without someone to teach me.

What else was there?

Harry Potter magic? No wand but wandless magic was a thing in fanon after all. I looked around my little nursery before spotting an unlit candle.

That'll do.

Dark yellow with a taper wick off the top, I focused on it and tried to will it to me.

Like the TV remote I tried this with many times in my past life, nothing of note happened.

Accio, I tried to articulate but the gasp of sound I managed to utter sounded more like agao. Right, well the summoning charm was a third-year charm or something so how about something simpler?

Wingardium Leviosa, I thought at the candle.

The candle didn't so much as twitch yet I did feel a sudden release within me.

Wait no.

That was just me soiling my swaddling clothes.

Ugh.

Whatever. It could literally be anything but I had plenty of time to figure this out. Not like I had anything else to do as a baby.

FREEDOM! The world was now my oyster.

Kinda.

After a year-ish maybe, hard to tell the time honestly, I was finally mobile.

By that, I meant I could crawl my stubbly and uncoordinated ass around the rock. Well, I said the rock but that currently only encompassed nothing more than the bedchambers I shared with Jaime Lannister.

And wasn't that a bit of a trip? When I think of Jaime Lannister, I think of a cocky lad whose cuckoldry brought about devastation across the land of Westeros. Well, perhaps that was unkind of me as canon Cersei was one unhinged bitch.

Poor Jaime never stood a chance.

But that was officially a problem of the past now that new and improved Cersei was here! Only thirty percent less crazy. What a steal!

I crawled up to my newfound brother who turned his identical green eyes towards me. I haven't seen a mirror in this place but canon Cersei did state that the two of them were identical, to the point where they could swap roles for a day at times with no one the wiser.

Well, we were babies. Green eyes and tufts of shimmering blonde hair. Jaime looked at me, scrunched up his face, and babbled at me adorably before trying to reach out towards me.

He toppled over.

I giggled back due to his actions and partly hysterically to try and reconcile this baby before me with all the words detailing his future deeds.

Well, unlikely future.

I was going to be yeeting canon straight out of the highest window of Casterly Rock.

Not that it would be difficult.

I ain't attracted to my brother.

So good bye Joffrey! Good riddance I say!

Shame about Tommen and Myrcella but oh well.

What else was there?

Jaime wouldn't be joining the Kingsguard since that was Cersei's whole idea in the first place.

Not really sure what else but damn, those were already some major butterflies. I couldn't even imagine what canon would look like when it started 297 so I wasn't going to worry about it. I mean shoot, it was like thirty years away. Not really my problem at this point.

I must have been thinking a bit too hard because I heard a snort of laughter behind me. "Truly, Joanna, your children make the most amusing of faces."

The lighthearted speaker was Genna Lannister. I started crawling over to where she sat aside a small table next to my mother.

Genna Lannister was typical Lannister, with blonde hair and green eyes like everyone else in this room. Was there enough genetic diversity going on here? Anyway, she could be best described as… Well thicc would be the most appropriate. In a dress that seemed to barely contain all that she was, said woman was speaking to my mother.

Joanna Lannister on the other hand was a more elegant woman, dress cut to fit her slim figure and made to emphasize her and her aristocratic features. Beautiful but stern-looking. Well, I guess I knew where Cersei got it from.

"My daughter does often seem to be engrossed in some thought or another," my mother smiled while replying, seeing me slowly approaching. "Much like she was as a newborn. At least compared to her brother who's excitable enough for the both."

"The lungs on that one, a Lannister lion born true. Hear me roar." Genna chuckled.

It wasn't my fault! I mean, existing as a baby was utterly mind-numbing with the only interruptions being eat, sleep, and void.

That was it! Well, that and Jaime screaming. He was a loud baby.

It's not a wonder I ended up spending a lot of time inward, just basking in the power I felt churning inside me. I think I was meditating but wasn't sure as I always assumed meditating was like clearing one's thoughts and thinking of nothing, but I preferred to just focus on the thrumming of energy constantly moving throughout my body. Apparently, I think I got a bit too deep into it once because by the time I pulled myself back out of whatever trance I was in, I found myself being looked over by a man wearing grey robes and adorned by a chain while my worried looking mother hovered over him.

To no one's surprise, she predictably got worried when her glassy-eyed dumbass of a daughter was too busy being mentally checked out to respond to feeding time or any other of her increasingly desperate provocations so she immediately called for the maester.

In my defense though, I finally saw, or perhaps felt, enough to start charting the flows of energy within me and boy was that a trippy feeling. Like feeling the way your blood flows in your body. It should be impossible but whatever this energy was yielded before my curiosity. My stomach felt like a roiling mass of energy that never failed to fascinate me every time I reached for it. From there, it flowed outwards along channels small and large across the entirety of my body but I did notice there were secondary concentration points with the largest of the two located above my heart and forehead. Must be something all spiritual-like, it being the heart and mind.

Unfortunately, that was as far as I had gotten. It moved and flowed according to whatever esoteric rules I wasn't aware of and no amount of will or prayers had allowed me to influence it.

As I got closer to Joanna's skirt, I awkwardly wrapped my meaty fists around her dress and gave it a tug as she smiled indulgently down at me. "Mama," I said.

"Yes, my little lioness?"

I put both my arms into the air. The universal gesture of I'm lazy and wanna be carried.

"Seems she has exhausted herself," Genna ascertained.

Mother indulged and picked me up. At first, it all felt kind of degrading but I mean shoot, I was a baby. With nothing else to do, I might as well be the cutest baby there ever was! I also knew these tiny moments would forever live on in my mother's memories so it was a small thing to do it for her since canon Cersei is gone.

As she slowly lulled me to slumber, I was deeply aware that Joanna would be gone in a few short years.

I desperately hoped whatever abilities I had would be enough for me to save her.

It's earthbending.

It won't be enough.

SCRATCH THAT!

By the wise words of Avatar Korra – I'm the Avatar. You gotta deal with it!