1 Reborn (prologue)

Introduction note: The style of writing in later chapters will vary, it is the first thing I write and am learning as I write.

In case you don't like the first chapter, I advise you to try reading up to chapter 4 to get a better view of the story, in case the problem is the grammar... I still don't have an editor... I'm sorry.

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Willian was getting ready for bed, fixing a good position and closing his eyes. Turn to one side, turn to the other.

'I should have slept earlier, I'll have to wake up in 3 hours... but Got is so good, I couldn't have stopped seeing the season in half, well, maybe I should have slept after the 6th episode, it was already late... Aaaaah, it's no use complaining now. What am I doing, stop thinking I have to sleep! Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Sleep. I'm too sleepy' He was desperately trying to sleep.

After a battle with himself to exhaustion, he finally fell asleep. Well, that's what he thought after all.

"Hummmm so warm, pleasant, I've never felt so comfortable, I never imagined I could feel so comfortable... I don't have the slightest urge to move...

Try to move. Can't.

Try again. Nothing.

Despair began to grip his young, immature heart.

'What the fuck is that?! I can't move, wait, I can't even open my fucking eyes? What the fuck is going on? Ahhhh my fucking god help me, aaaah I gotta calm down' trying to calm down. Calm down. It should all work out, right? Anxiety.

A pressure's started to envelop your body. Your body started being pushed.

"What? Am I moving? Don't wait, is this like I'm slipping, being sucked? Something like that?'.

Trying desperately to understand what was going on.

Gluuuuup. (Sound of something being ejected)

"Aaaaaaaaa!" Unknown woman's scream.

"Born boy is" Voice of an old unknown woman.

A little being with eyes now staring in shock at the face of a scary old woman.

"What the fuck is going on in my fucking life?

14 years have passed, well, how can I sum up what happened...? Well, I went to sleep, when suddenly I was born...?! When I was born they thought I was handicapped by not crying and the old, fucking, said "retarded boy is" she called me retarded, retarded is her and her whole fucking family!

Well, how do you expect me to react, I was 20 years old and then, taram! a baby again? Fuuuh - sound of sighing -

I was named William Corvinus, I thought I was in the world of vampires and Lycans, after all it was the only place that would correspond with that name, right?

But no. My mother's name was Lynnda Stark, Lyanna Stark's twin sister and Ned Stark's younger sister. I'm in GOT. That's fucked up, but it's scary too.

Here's the story of my birth:

When Lyanna ran away with Rhaegar, Lynnda ended up boarding this pirate ship at some point, and met Marcus Corvinus, who would be a nobleman who came from somewhere very far away, love blossomed and the flower blossomed, things happened quickly, especially at complicated times.

In the end, Lynnda had the same fateful end as her twin sister, dying as a result of childbirth. Marcus died burned by the Mad King when he went to deliver a message, which would never be known.

Ned arrived too late to see Lynnda alive, only knowing Lyanna and knew about the babies, one with Targaryen blood and the other a trip from another world, of course he didn't know that, for him it was a Corvinus of know if there where.

William, unlike Jon, was given the name his mother chose, followed by his father's surname, Corvinus, Ned strongly convinced that Lyanna had married, but was discreet and that before he could tell everyone, the fateful event happened.

Of course things weren't easy, people chose what they thought was right, and at the time they were, those things were a reason for gossip, spoken behind their backs, it's always clear, because Ned was good with those gossips, a Lord in rage is frightening, he wouldn't allow his two nephews to have so much trouble, Jon unfortunately couldn't receive that protection, because he had a very complicated surname, and Ned couldn't protect him from the king's rage, so he ended up becoming a bastard, unfortunately.

As the Lord's nephew, he participated in the same activities as the Stark cubs, and along with them, William began to be taught by Messie Luwin, with effort trying at every moment to prepare himself for everything and against everyone.

Unlike his cousins, Jon and Robb, who hated classes and preferred to be anywhere else than there, William ended up being interested in all things and for his exceptional performance, he was always praised by Meeister Luwin, being treated as a genius for learning things quickly and exalted by his efforts to always be with books in hand and trying to know more.

As a result of his circumstances, not having a legacy or responsibility for a Noble House in Westeros, Mistre Luwin always tried to convince him to go to the Citadel to study and become a Mistre. William always responded evasively and fled in a hurry.

Going to Citadel might be the best path for a coward after all, but William had something in him, something that kept him from escaping and made him look forward to the adventures he would take part in the battles he would fight and so many other things that frightened him at first.

Dragons exist here, how wonderful would it be to see them?

At the age of 6 he began to train his body and slowly learn to use the sword, spear and the like, slowly and with some difficulty, in his previous life he had had an interest in martial art and tried to do, unfortunately, without much time, and with little willpower, he stayed no more than half a year, but now he tried with all possible effort to remember the basics he had learned.

His exercises were simple, he was very young, a carelessness could leave a hidden wound and everything could be difficult, with bad luck, everything could be spoiled.

Everything started with a series of stretches inside the room, he would go down and start a race, everyone looked at him with interest, but believing that it was a child's game, he only got a scolding from Ned so that he wouldn't run too far from the Castle and so that he wouldn't get in the way of others.

But things continued, using his "mask" as a child and his "mischief," William persisted in his training.

In his practice with his weapons and his fist, he soon caught the attention of Ned who designated Ser Rodric, the master of weapons, for training, of course, Jon and Robb insisted that they also wanted and so they started being trained.

Unfairly again, William excelled at learning faster and developing better in training than his cousins, Jon and Robb had always followed him as the troupe leader ever since.

Nowadays you could say that time has passed slowly, when you're without much to do in such a cold place and in a period with so little to do, but without noticing 14 years pass by and inevitably brings back the feeling that it was very fast, well, fast when you're full of things to do, everything was new after all. The damn language was strange too. Learning everything took time of its own.

'It's very scary living in this world, well it's fucked up, but knowing how cruel people are to interact with, knowing that there are such crazy beings and they're inevitably destined to come into conflict with me, it's scary for that'. Thinking as I breathe.

Move, swing the training sword, move, swing the training sword.

"I will do my best to be prepared." William thinks firmly.

Swings the sword, moves, swings the sword and moves.

Anxiety begins to take over. Time has passed, the long-awaited events were about to happen.

The doubts about whether the events would be the same as they thought, it was already a certainty that they would not be identical, small different details were always manifesting themselves, big too, but even so, it still possessed many assets and no doubt its best weapon was to know the personality of people.

However, without a shadow of a doubt the storm was coming. And its first winds were coming.

This story would be much bloodier, a monstrously powerful Lycan would not take long to be born.

The darkest nights would come.