1 Wishes & Rebirth

Sitting in a sparsely decorated office, he looks across at the old man proclaiming himself as God as he smokes from a smoking pipe.

"So, let me get this straight, you accidentally killed me, i can accept that but you're going to let me choose the place in which i reincarnate and grant me five wishes"

The old man just nods to him.

The place in which he wants to reincarnate was easy for him, most people might choose a world that's easy to rule but not him, "I want to be born into the world of Game of Thrones as a non-identical older twin brother of Jon Snow, otherwise known as Aegon Targaryen"

God was surprised by this, "Interesting, now, please choose your wishes"

"My first wish is easy, i want a superior body that transcends a human one, superior strength, speed, health, durability, and lifespan, basically a more powerful Captain America"

"That way i can take care of myself and don't have to waste hours working out and i can focus on more important things"

"For my second wish, I very much dislike carrying overly heavy things, I'd like an infinite pocket dimension that will allow me to store anything i want"

"This isn't a wish but can you fix the ages of the characters, what i mean is, in episode one, Jon is meant to be around sixteen but he looks like he's in his early twenties and Robb is meant to be nineteen but looks twenty-five"

"I'm not asking you to make us look younger for episode one, but can you start episode one around my eighteenth birthday"

God nods, "I can make that happen, all I'll have to do is make Jon Arryn live a few more years, a few minor things may change but the main plot will stay the same"

"Good, For my third wish, I want a god-level learning speed, sure, I could wish for Instant Learning but life would get boring far too quickly"

"My fourth wish is to be a beacon that makes intellectuals and skilled warriors from all across the world want to serve me, it shouldn't force them to serve me or become slaves, just give them a feeling inside or an urge to want to follow me"

"For my last wish, I want the ability to breathe underwater"

God cocks his head to the side with a puzzled expression, "That's a wish I haven't heard in a long time, why choose something so simple?"

For the first time since his death, a smile appears on Michael's face, except my supernatural body, I dislike overpowering abilities, it would make life boring but I chose this because of the amount of treasure that must be in the sea between Westeros and Essos must be insane... and I like swimming"

God nods, seeming like a bobblehead at this point before clicking his finger and sending him away in a beam of light.

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The moment he opened my eyes, he was immediately thankful towards God, he reincarnated him in the body of a three-year-old.

Why was he thankful, you ask? he didn't have to spend the first couple of years with no motor control while spending day after day eating, pooping, and sleeping.

Looking around, he sees an almost empty room with a bed, a table and chair, a large mirror, and a wardrobe. the walls and floor made from a mixture of wood and stone.

Glancing at himself in the mirror, he sees a young boy with baby fat on a pale white face, shoulder-length black hair, and striking green eyes that blazed like wildfire.

He lost himself within his own eyes for a moment before shaking his head, he's wearing simple leather clothes with fur on the inside, he takes a small fur cloak off the door and exits his room.

Walking through the cold hallways, he rubs his hands together regretting not finding himself some gloves.

Looking outside a nearby window, he sees men training in the courtyard below, a younger Eddard trains with a five-year-old Robb, well, training might be too big, Eddard is obviously toying with the boy.

After a bit of walking, he appears behind Robb while he's focused on practicing, a devilish smile appears on his face.

Grabbing a handful of wet mud, he sneaks up behind his cousin, "Robb, look out behind you!", he shouts.

As Robb whirls around at his yelling, he gets a faceful and mouthful of soggy, wet mud, as he spits it out and wipes it off his face, he sees Jack running away at a fast speed.

Forgetting that he's in the middle of training, he drops his wooden sword and runs after Jack while yelling at him, the residents of Winterfell laugh at the shenanigans.

He eventually let his brother catch him, knowing full well that it would seem weird if a boy of three winters could outrun a five-year-old.

He wrestled with Robb while rolling around in the mud, the brotherly bonding was torn apart however when Catelyn Stark pulled her son off of Ned's bastard but what she didn't expect was the bastard boy raising his hand out to her.

"Mummy, help me up too", after Jack said this, Cat didn't know if it was just motherly instincts or the fact that she felt slightly happy being called mummy again but she gently helped the boy to his feet while brushing off the mud from his back.

The three of them returned to the Great Hall where they would eat lunch and go on with their day.

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