You have received "The Boon of The Seven"

Your health has been restored.

You have received the Title "Blood of The Dragon"

Your resistance to Fire has increased.

You have unlocked 'Magic'

You have received the Title "Blood of The First Men"

You have unlocked 'Warrior's Soul'

Your affinity for Survival and Combat has increased.

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Welcome, to The World of Ice and Fire.

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Who knows how long I've stared at this thing? Not like there was much to do being trapped in this bed. I had some sort of a disease, some sickness that could have killed me.

Wait.

Sorry.

Not me.

Jon Snow. Jon Snow was the one who was sick. But then again, it wasn't that much of a difference, considering how I was Jon Snow now.

At least, according to the translucent screen floating before me that I've been staring at for hours now.

Jon Snow

Lvl: 1

Class: Swordsman in Training

Health: 150Mana: 100

STR:5 DEX:6

CON: 4 INT: 5

CHA: 4 END: 3

LCK: 5

Skills:

It was like staring at the character sheet of an RPG character. All of the numbers were stats, and clicking on them revealed what each stat represented.

STR stood for strength, which represented raw physical power. DEX was dexterity, which measured agility, reflexes, and finesse. CON was constitution which determined physical toughness and stamina, INT was intelligence, representing knowledge, learning speed, and magical comprehension. CHA was charisma, END was endurance and LCK was luck.

As someone who had played only a handful of RPGs, all of these numbers both did and did not make sense. I understood them vaguely, just understood the words and not what they truly represented.

Swiping my hand to the left changed the contents of the screen, like flipping the page of a book. This showed off a page titled 'Titles', fittingly.

Blood of The Dragon

Born of ancient Valyria, those with the Blood of the Dragon are tied to dragons and fire, their very essence burning with power. They are resistant to flames, capable of manipulating fire, and possess an innate magic that makes them formidable in battle. Their royal blood grants them a commanding presence, though their fiery temper can sometimes lead to madness.

A contradiction right away. If this was 'my' title then why is my charisma stat so low? And the madness part did not sit well with me…

There was a second title…

Blood of The First Men

The Blood of the First Men runs deep with ancient strength, a lineage forged in the wilds of the earth. Tied to the land, nature, and the elements, they possess unmatched endurance, heightened senses, and a deep connection to the world around them. With a fierce warrior spirit and an unyielding will, those of this bloodline excel in survival and combat. Their connection to the natural world grants them an affinity for the forests, mountains, and cold, making them resilient to harsh environments.

And endurance stat with the value of 3 to someone who had a title which said anyone with said title had unmatched endurance… I could laugh.

The door opened slowly and my attention shifted from the display to the door, the translucent surface vanishing from before me. A small grey man with grey eyes and thinning hair walked in, wearing grey robes and a choker.

"Jon. Are we feeling better?"

"I suppose" I shrugged.

If not for this man, I'd have been lost. When I woke all I saw were stone ceilings and the wooden beams of the four-poster bed I was laying on. Panic had gripped me and I had naturally freaked out. This man, Maester Luwin, had calmed me with some concoction, and ever since then, he'd been coming in to check on me.

But he wasn't the only one to do so.

A few people came, mostly a boy my age, a young girl accompanying him, and one long-faced grim man. It was after they 'introduced' themselves to me, since the Maester said I had some trouble recollecting, that I came to a conclusion so outlandish even I doubted it sometimes.

I was in Westeros.

I was part of the Stark Famly.

They called me Jon, so I was Jon Snow.

My first reaction was to grab my head and lift some unseen object from over it, confusing all who saw me do it. It was not a VR thing, otherwise my motion would have removed the VR helmet from over my head.

But how did I end up here? I don't know. All I recall was a bright flash, the smell was burning meat, and then nothing until waking up here.

The Maester walked over to me and began checking me over.

"You seem to be doing better. I think it's about time you get to leave the bed and move your legs around a little" the old man said kindly.

"Finally" I muttered under my breath.

But the man had heard me, making him chuckle.

"I'll report this to Lord Stark, and have him send over some servants to help you wash yourself," the man said and walked away.

The thought of having others help me wash was… disturbing. I went to stop him from doing so but he was gone. For a man his age, he was quite fast.

The servants came not long after Maester Luwin left, two women who helped me out of my clothes and helped wash me. I won't lie, it did feel nice, the warm water in this cold weather.

..

..

What else would feel nice to a currently five or six-year-old boy?

"Your father wishes to see you," one of the women told him as she helped him dress.

I nodded. The man probably wanted to check up on me and have me stretch my legs a little.

I went to him as he asked, letting Jon's memories of this place guide me to the Lord's Solar, and I was correct that it was exactly what he wanted me around for. He also asked if I was feeling well enough to start training again.

I excitedly nodded my head.

Feeling well or not, I really wanted to learn how to swing a sword in the right way.

I stepped out of the Lord's Solar and inhaled the chilly air. I always liked the cold in my last life, and things hadn't changed much in this one from the feel of it.

My eyes caught sight of Lady Catelyn walking down on the ground below while I was up on the balcony. I wasn't overly fond of the woman from what I knew of her, but at the same time, I couldn't quite hold it against her either. The times and situations were not kind to her.

Perhaps I could be, in some way? What was the loss, right?

Following her led me to the Sept, and immediately felt a surge of calming energy flow through me. I ignored it and focused on Catelyn Stark, who was sat in the front row. She was praying for certain and I took the sit beside her.

I could feel her stiffen.

"I wanted to thank you" I began.

The woman raised a brow, but the look of hate in her eyes did not waver. The look sent a shiver down my spine. How did Jon live with this for so long?

"I heard you praying over me when I was suffering" I explained. I did not hear her, but I knew she had done a prayer circle or something and made her promises to her gods.

The perks of watching the show.

Her tension eased only a little, but her eyes were still hardened with hate.

I jumped off the bench and lowered my head at her, murmuring another word of thanks before walking away. I meant to drop a hint about Jon's parentage to her but thought against it. A thing for another time.