This is only a fanfic. All credit goes to George R. R. Marten.*

CHAPTER 1

The most famous circus in the United States is Ringling Brothers and Barnum Bailey Circus, which is known as "The Greatest Show on Earth". In 2016, in the practice yard, the performers were practicing their acrobatics and skills. The nets and wires and swings were all in place.

High up on the high wire platform, a young man of fifteen years old with dark brown hair and blue eyes stood with a bullseye target in front of him. An extremely physically perfectly fit beautiful young woman of eighteen years old with long dark brown hair pinned up in a bun on her head and gray eyes was standing on her forearms balanced gripping the high wire. She had her back bent over her head with a bow and arrow strung. She had her toes, feet and legs pulling back a bow's bowstring as her toes gripped the arrow as she was aiming at the target. Her flexibility was unbelievable in strength, endurance, balance and precision. Her head was bent back looking at the target.

The woman closed her eyes and could feel her body moving into the perfect position for this stunt to work. When she opened her eyes the arrow was let loose and hit the target in the bullseye. The young man on the platform cheered as the arrow hit.

He said smiling proudly, "Honestly, Celia, you are a marvel in this stunt."

Celia slowly bent her body back to its normal state and once on the platform, brought her leg up and took the bow out of her gripped toes. She dove off of the platform and hit the net tucking and rolling with the bow. The young man had climbed down from the platform on the other side of the high wire. She grabbed the side of the net and flipped herself over like in gymnastics into a perfect dismount.

The young man ran up to her smiling and asked, "Are you going to do that stunt tonight?"

Celia said ruffling his brown hair on his head chuckling, "Marky, you're just biased and want me to show up Danielle tonight. You know she would have a jealous fit if I did that stunt."

The young man said frowning, "Don't call me Marky. It's Marcus. Why don't you show that stuck up cow, Danielle, what real talent is? She is such a diva bitch. She thinks that because she is the Feld's family third cousin and thinks her shit smells like roses. Danielle can't do half the precision things you can. You have unusual talents in contortion, precision, dexterity and you're much prettier than her. She just does acrobatics on the high wire with the swings. You could do what she does with a blindfold on. Father taught us everything he knew and you're the advanced marksman with guns, arrows, swords and knives like him."

Celia put her arm around his shoulders and said as they walked across the yard, "You're my number one fan and my kid brother. It's what Karl Davison wants that counts to get in the limelight, but he isn't getting it from me. I can't stand his vermin weasley sliminess. He wants everyone to bow to his power or spread it hier legs. It won't be me." She stopped and hugged her brother, patted him on the back as he smiled at her. A dark figure was lurking in the shadows overhearing them talk.

Marcus said, "I bet she's doing it with that slime, Karl. It's the only thing I can think of being she gets the lead performance up in the air." They continued to walk to their trailer.

She shrugged and said, "Better her than me. I can't stand Karl. I will be gone in a week anyway on my cool dig in the Arizona desert. I finally got a job being an archeologist on a team during excavations on early Hopi tribes from the twelfth century. You gotta hurry up and finish your degrees and then you can work in the laboratory analyzing the artifacts I'll be sending your way."

He pouted and said, "Until you go to the British Isles and dig there instead. I'll just have to apply to Cambridge or Edinburgh." He sighed. They went inside their trailer.

Celia and Marcus Matthews were raised in the circus as orphans for the last couple years. She had guardianship of Marcus now but it had been a tough road to get it. Their father, David Matthews, was a retired Marine Raider and was a performance artist in shooting with guns, swords, knives and arrows. He himself grew up in the circus but decided to serve in the Marines. He retired and returned to the circus to perform after the tragic death of his wife who was raising their children as a high wire performer. David's two children were ten and eight years old when he came home permanently and taught them everything he knew. It was easy because they were both prodigies and both brilliant.

When he died, at the time Celia was only sixteen years old, she went to court and filed for emancipation and guardianship of her brother until his sixteenth birthday where he would have emancipation also. They found that Celia and her brother Marcus were academic prodigies both in a university getting double masters degrees. Her brother and herself had graduated highschool at the age of eleven and were both in college only two years behind each other. They shared equally plenty of money in the bank from their parents and their mother's inheritance. Celia at seventeen had two masters degrees in Archaeology of the Northern Hemisphere and Anglo-Saxon Studies. Marcus was in the middle of his two masters degrees in Master of Arts and Science in Conservation with Archaeology of the Northern Hemisphere. He was on a school break at the moment. They both dreamed of being explorers together.

There was a knock on their trailer door. Celia opened the door to find the Performance Manager Karl Davison. He said with a leering smile looking her up and down, "Hello, Celia. You look beautiful today. I saw your stunt on the high wire this afternoon during your practice. Why haven't you come to see me about it?"

Celia said warily, "Because I'm leaving in a week, but you know that. What do you want, Karl?"

Karl said, trying to flirt with in a creepy way, "Why don't you invite me in? We can discuss it and maybe let you do that stunt on Friday or Saturday for your last performances."

Celia said looking at him hatefully but keeping her voice stern, "I don't think so, Karl. You just want to tap this before I leave. I'm not interested or attracted to you in any way shape or form. Look, my little brother is staying here with me anyway. Go find someone else to bother. Goodbye." She slammed the door in his face as he glared hatefully and furiously, getting very enraged. He turned and stomped off.

Marcus said from behind her while sitting down with his plate on the table to eat, "He is so creepy. I can see why you want to hurry up and leave to do what we dreamed of together. You could be the next Lara Croft Tomb Raider or Indiana Jones." She smiled at her brother and grabbed half his sandwich on his plate and took a bite out of it.

He yelled glaring at her, "Hey, make your own, you big sandwich thief!"

She smiled at him and said, "Why, that's what you're here for?"

He muttered under his breath, "You just couldn't wait until I made myself something so you could confiscate it." She blew him a kiss and grinned at him. He ate his half sandwich and shook his head smirking at her across the table.

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Before Celia's performance, she checked the ropes and high wire three times and had to tighten them twice. Someone was tampering with her equipment lately and it was making her paranoid. She checked them a final time before appearing on the platform and they were once again loosened so she made the acts coordinator delay and put her on after the lion tamers she watched her rigging like a hawk so nobody could tamper with it.

She went on the high wire and did her stunts with the exception of the bow and arrow one, of course, like normal. After Celia was done and returning to her trailer, her brother ran up to her.

Marcus said excitedly, "You did great! Now only tomorrow is left and we can pack up everything." She put her arm around him and smiled.

She said, "Yep, one step closer, oh brother of mine. You will be heading back to school after I get settled back in the apartment."

He smiled, nudged her and said, "I can't wait to be done with this semester and do my last year. We can do whatever we want together. I love you, sis." Celia hugged him and said she loved him too.

She knew it was over for the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus. There were rumors that Feld Entertainment and family was shutting it down next year anyways. She figured it was time for them to move on from their parents' legacy. It was really a shame after the circus was 146 years old and had to come to an end with so many performers out of work.

On Saturday night, Celia did her last performance on the high wire and in the middle of it the rigging broke. She had tragically fell to her death breaking several vertebrates in her neck to the horror of her brother, Marcus. Celia's soul was pulled from her body so quickly that she couldn't turn her body to hit the safety net in time.

After an investigation, they found out that Karl Davison had tampered with her rigging causing her death because she wouldn't have sex with him and if he couldn't nobody would. He was diagnosed as a sociopath by the court psychologists. He was tried and convicted of first degree manslaughter with a sentence for life in prison without parole. Feld Entertainment made a big payout to Marcus Matthews for twenty three million dollars because there had been numerous complaints swept under the rug from several female performers.

Her brother took it all very hard for a long time because he was all alone in the world now. Celia had him listed on everything legally so he was safe financially. He came to terms with himself after some time to heal because he couldn't disappoint his sister and parents. Marcus decided to live both of their dreams. He finished his education and went on to Cambridge to work in the Archeology Laboratory.

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In the meantime out somewhere in the vast universe in another dimension, Celia's consciousness was drifting in a sea of blackness. There were currents swirling of murky dark patterns floating through her mind. She was weightless and couldn't feel a thing just suspended into nothing.

A voice said, "This one was pulled prematurely from her body before death occurred."

A second voice said, "That was a big mistake to remove the soul prematurely. The soul may have survived at the last moment or recovered from her injuries. There must be compensation."

The first voice said, "Then the soul must be returned to another female human life. Where to put the soul is the problem. There are only so many slots for Earth and to return the soul will be a problem."

The second voice said, "Can we not put the soul in a different world of humans?"

The first voice said, "Yes, that would do well. Planetos would be a good one. This soul has many talents, skills and gifts attached to it they have been inherited and earned. The planet is a feudalistic world of violence and nothing like Earth but of a similar past in its development. Raw magic exists there though. The soul will need that ability with those that she already possesses as a compensation for the error of premature removal."

The second voice said, "Perhaps, we can switch the soul with someone instead, but have the soul maintain her beauty and physical strength?"

The first voice said, "Let's make sure it doesn't remember the life before on Earth, but all of its abilities and added magic capabilities. It must be a noble house and the female must be of the same age."

The second voice said, "Ah, we could create one right here. This one was a selfish and spiteful soul. This soul will fit in this one being it is such an intelligent soul with the accelerated eidetic memory. Being a woman in this patriarchal society, she will be clever and strong enough to survive. The soul will, of course, be confused with no past life memories."

The first one said, "Yes, that is a good noble family of Westeros. This soul could be queen if everything works out in her favor. I gave it the magic capabilities and included luck. I think that oughta do it, because the soul will have to develop in the rest of society. Send it on through with the same female first name."

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Celia was gradually rising up out of the murky levels of consciousness. Her mind felt drugged and sluggish. Eventually, she heard the faint sound of crackling like a fire was burning. Next the light smell of burning wood. Her body felt weighed down and very warm, too warm. She felt weak as a kitten. She opened her eyes slowly and was staring at a wooden beamed ceiling. She wondered where she was. Nothing was familiar at all.

Someone opened a door and walked into the room. A woman with long red hair sat a bowl on the small table by the bed. She had kind eyes and sat on the bed next to her.

The woman said softly, "I see you are awake now. I'll get the maester to come check on you. Are you hungry, Celia? I brought a bowl of broth for you." She put her hand on her head as Celia looked at her.

Celia asked raspy, "Where am I?"

The woman said gently, "Why you're home, my sweet girl. Don't you know that?"

Celia asked confused, "Who are you?" The woman frowned and looked worried.

The woman said, concerned, "Don't you remember me? I'm your mother." Celia shook her head no.

The woman said worriedly, "I'll come right back with the maester." She got up and left the room in a hurry.

When she returned she had an old man in a long robe and a chain around his waist. He sat next to her and asked, "Your mother said you don't remember her. What do you remember, Celia? Do you remember your name?"

Celia was searching her mind and looking around the room. She said, "I remember my name, but that's it. I don't know or recognize anything from before. It's all blank and empty."

The old man said compassionately, "I am Maester Luwin. This is the home you grew up in and it's called Winterfell and you are the oldest of the family of Stark children. Your twin brother, Robb. You have four other siblings, Sansa, Arya, Brandon and Rickon. You also have a half brother, Jon Snow."

Celia said, "What is my parents name?"

Maester Luwin felt sorry for the poor girl and said, "Your father is Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, Warden of the North and Lord Paramount. Your mother, right here, is Lady Catelyn Stark of Winterfell and was formerly a Tully. You are Lady Celia Stark." She nodded.

Celia asked curiously, "What happened and why am I in bed?"

Maester Luwin said, "You had a very high fever from a terrible deep cut on your forearm and we almost lost you. That was about a sennight ago."

Celia pulled her arms out of the bed and pulled up both her sleeves and there was nothing on either arm or even a scar like nothing had ever happened. The maester looked at her left arm and the five inch gash that should have been there had vanished and even the bandage. He pulled the covers down and looked for the bandage. Nothing. Catelyn was standing there puzzled by what had happened to the large cut in her arm.