Chapter 2

It was another tedious day, like the one before it. Wonder what my schedule will be for today eh? Oh, I know. Probably the same as yesterday and the day before that. Eat, sleep, and play. Didn't even have anything fun to play.

Damnit Mom, gimme an iPad or something.

Instead, we got toys of a medieval variety. Toy figurines of soldiers, horses, dolls and such.

The toys were of high quality which meant good craftsmanship and attention to fine detail. That was good and all but of course, that isn't good enough for Lannister babies.

You would think a toy horse might be made of wood or perhaps ceramic right?

Ours was made of fucking gold.

Because of course, they had to be.

Lannisters.

It was heavy too.

The dress on the doll was soft as silk too. Satin maybe?

I put it down and crawled closer to my mother's side of the room to pick up a toy sword instead while listening in on her conversation with Aunt Genna who I didn't think had been looking very well. I mean, she looked fine physically but I could tell she was slightly off emotionally.

Gotta thank George for making everyone speak plain old English.

American English too for a story that was inspired by European medieval times.

Ha!

A giggle slipped out. Whoops. Childish urges.

"–ill return in a moon." I heard my mother say as I awkwardly waddled the best I could over to my target, a wooden sword. Cause swords were cool.

It had a golden hilt of course. I found it tacky but just because someone got money, doesn't mean they got taste.

Genna asked in mild surprise. "Truly? I did not think Tywin would rouse himself from King's Landing for this."

Oh, was father coming home? I assumed I would be seeing Tywin Lannister a lot more but in hindsight, that was a silly assumption of mine. Me and Jaime were babies still so not much point. Likely, he would take a more active role in our rearing when he could start imparting lessons to us. Additionally, I also forgot Tywin was Hand of the King and during this time, the realm prospered under his service.

You couldn't exactly administer an entire realm effectively in medieval times while away from it's main seat of power so it would make sense he spent most of the year at King's Landing.

"However my lord husband's thoughts, Tytos was still his father," Joanna remarked.

Wait a moment. Tytos Lannister? I hadn't ever thought of him. Just another character that was mentioned in the books but had been long dead since so a non-entity. A single insignificant detail in the world that George had meticulously crafted from the ground up.

Genna snorted at that. "Try telling him those words. My brother would deny relations with our late father if he could." She followed up by taking a drink.

Late. So he recently died. I see. Guess that's why Tywin is coming home, however temporarily. I guess that's also why Auntie Genna had been feeling down lately.

Mother gave her goodsister a sad look as she watched her empty her goblet. "He was your father as well, Genna."

"A fact I am well aware of," she forced out with a half-hearted laugh before grabbing the wine pitcher and refilling her goblet. Instead of drinking it though, she stared down into it, mulling her thoughts over mulled wine. Mother was patient and waited as Genna gathered her thoughts.

"He was weak-willed and eager to please. Slow to anger and too trusting by half. The Laughing Lion, The Toothless Lion. But to me, he was my father and I his 'precious little princess'." Genna swirled her cup while still looking into it absentmindedly as if she could see her memories dancing about in it. "I think of days long past, before I realized what kind of man he truly was."

A bitter laugh escaped her. "Well, not that it took long. I was seven when he shamed me and our house in front of the nobility of the Westerlands." Both mother and I winced at that. I had forgotten that little detail since Genna had so little presence in the books. The only daughter of a Lord Paramount promised to Walder Frey, a family some considered upjumped.

To really rub salt into the wound, it was a second son of all things.

I was waiting to see what Mother would say when Jaime suddenly appeared and grabbed the sword I was distracting myself and pulled it out of my hands.

Hey! That was my toy you brat!

I managed to waddle myself into a standing, intending to loom menacingly over Jaime. "Mine!" I demanded. My first word was mama. Of course, my second was mine. I was going to be spoiled as fuck.

I thrust my hands outward, indicating I wanted my sword back. It was tacky but it was mine!

I stumbled and as I was trying to balance myself again, I lifted my right foot and stomped against the ground to keep myself from toppling over.

The room shook slightly. It was the slightest of rumbles but watching Genna and Mother suddenly looking alarmed assured me I wasn't imagining it.

But the thing that really solidified it for me was I felt my internal energy, or I guess I should call it chi, shift.

It always moved and flowed in a routine but for a split second, I felt something burst from my stomach and shoot down into the energy concentration points on my right foot which I stomped.

Holy fuck.

I'm an earthbender.

That's awesome. My favorite would probably be water for its versatility or air for its freedom but earthbending is a solid third place!

I need to get a pair of war fans to get my Kyoshi on!

Gold ones!

I was pulled out of my daydreams of whacking people with golden fans when my mother suddenly picked me up. I guess earthquakes would be pretty dangerous if you basically lived in tunnels inside a mountain.

Sorry Mom, but you're going to be feeling a lot more of that soon since your daughter is an earthbender!


It was night and the rock was asleep which also included the wet nurse who slept in a small bed to the side and whose job was to attend to Jaime and me in the middle of the night if necessary. I could hear her softly snoring away so it was the perfect time for me to try what I wanted to do.

It was an idle thought at first.

Was I merely an earthbender or was I more?

Could I be the avatar? Perhaps it was arrogant of me but who didn't want to be the avatar? In thought, it should have been easy to figure out if I was or wasn't. I simply need to bend a second element.

In practice though… Fire was probably out. I wasn't sure if I wanted to start playing with fire and risk burning myself and trying to explain that away would be annoying

So that left air and water.

I stood from my bed and slowly made my way off of it. Thankfully, they were baby beds so they were low to the ground.

Alrighty then.

Air.

Wind. Breeze.

Whoosh.

Fuck. How do I do this?

Air flows and stuff but if I remember from Korra correctly, leaf in the wind and spirals I think.

I tried to twirl to build up momentum to possibly blast wind from my hands or something.

Nope.

I tried swinging my hands really fast thinking I could boost the wind that was already being produced.

Nope.

I even tried blowing wind with my mouth hoping it would do something.

Nope.

Well, that was disheartening.

Also embarrassing. I'm not Chuuni okay! I'm actually an earthbender!

I'm glad no one was awake to see me because everyone in the Rock would think me a dullard.

So air was out though thinking about it, I should have expected it. Didn't Aang struggle with earthbending since it was the complete opposite of his natural airbending?

Water then. There was a little wash basin to the side of the room with water in it so I toddled over to it. Honestly, the coordination, or lack thereof, of being a toddler was likely not aiding me in bending. Meelo was like five wasn't he?

Wood darkened by water and a diameter of about a foot and a half wide, the basin was about half full with water. Perfect for my needs as long as I didn't slip into it and drown.

I laid my hand above the basin and focused on the water. Attempting to make some metaphysical connection between the two of us.

I got not a ripple across its placid surface for my efforts.

The minutes passed but it definitely wasn't working. Urgh. The frustration building within me was very likely not helping matters either. A person's mental state was supposed to be a pretty important thing in bending right? Water is calmness. Well, then again, a storm or tsunami wasn't very calm, was it?

I was being arrogant. Earthbending was mighty on its own. Hell, in medieval times like this, it's probably one of the most useful. That's a nice castle wall you have there, be a shame if something happened to it.

Yet a part of me wanted it desperately. To be more special, more powerful, more everything. It was a selfish desire and deeply un-avatar-like I would say but damn that. I've never wanted anything this much in my life. I was already reincarnated into a franchise with the power from a completely different franchise, I didn't think it would be that much of a stretch to think I could be the Avatar.

I think it was time to rethink this. Taking a moment to take a few deep breaths, I even splashed the water on my face. Back to basics.

What was waterbending?

According to The Last Airbender, it was learned by observing the moon and was fueled by the celestial body like firebending the sun.

The moon and tides.

Push and pull.

Tui and La.

My attention was grabbed by the water in the basin, the calm surface broken earlier by my disturbance.

I just watched as the little ripples hit the edges of the basin before bouncing back.

Push and pull. Both my hands went into the air to which I mimicked the hypnotic motion.

Tui.

La.

Tui.

La.

It happened suddenly.

The ripples which were weakening, the water becoming placid once more when they suddenly surged forward and crashed against the sides of the basin, spilling over it.

Push and pull. My chi moved in tune with the motion of my arms as I splashed more and more water all over the place but I couldn't stop myself, utterly lost in my excitement.

I'm fucking waterbending!

Haha!

That's two which meant I'm the avatar!

My arms didn't drop until there was no more water left in the basin, only a wet ring around it slowly seeping into the fine Myrish rug.

As I climbed back onto my shared bed with my brother, I was giddy with excitement for the future. However, the lack of teachers did dim my excitement. Avatars of time past were found, trained, and nurtured by the wisest and masters of their respective elements from the four nations to fulfill their duty.

I had nothing but memories of two television shows.

I'll make do. Even if I never become a true master of the elements, chucking rocks at people or hurling fireballs is cool enough for me.

Thankfully, Raava helped to alleviate that problem as that night, I dreamed.