Wake Crimson

Year 280 AC,

In a room lit with candles a woman lies screaming, an old man with chains around his neck is moving busily mixing plants and making medicine of some sort and another middle aged woman is busy tending to the screaming woman currently in labor.

Outside the room stands a man pacing back and forth, the man has ash grey hair and red eyes. This man is the current Lord of the crimson clan Greem Crimson, ruler of basilisk isles. The woman in labor is this mans wife a lady of Yunkai's Mo Araz family.

After an hour or so the screaming stops and the wails of a newborn can be heard. Hearing these cries the man barges into the room and comes beside his wife whose body now lays on the bed without any signs of life. The man tries to keep his composure and but cannot help his flowing tears. The maid who had been tending to his wife brings him a small bundle of sheets. In these sheets lies the newborn.

"Congratulations my lord, you have a son. Lady Araz gave her best to bring young master in this world.",says the maid solemnly. "So she did",replies her Lord. "What shall you name him my lord?",asks the maester.

"Wake...Wake Crimson", replies Greem grimly.

Year 284 AC,

My name is Wake Crimson, I was a normal teenage boy who loved his books, novels, fanfictions and tv shows more than anything. Maybe that's why I was a bit antisocial and stayed huddled up in my room away from boring dull life that everyone else was living but nevertheless, the thing is I died.

I died and got reincarnated in the world of my all time favorite TV show the Game of Thrones (not counting seasons 7 & 8). I gained consciousnesses when I was around 3 name days old and my father started my education soon after when I was deemed fit to walk and talk properly reasoning that as early I know about my house and the world the better it will help me run the house as Lord Crimson.

So my education about the known world started from the Maester employed by my father after he was captured by pirates and was to be sold as a slave in the free cities. I started by learning all the major languages spoken in the known world these being 'Common tongue', when the Andals invaded Westeros some 6,000 years ago, they imposed their culture and their language on their new domains. The language of the Andals is now known simply as "the Common Tongue," and in the modern day it is spoken throughout the overwhelming majority of Westeros. The Andals also introduced their writing system along with their language, so written histories do not date before the Andal invasion. It is also used extensively in areas of Essos that are in trade contact with Westeros such as the Free Cities, and also Slaver's Bay and Qarth.

Then came High Valyrian, much of the Essosi continent was once dominated by the old Valyrian Freehold for thousands of years, stretching from what are now the Free Cities in the west, to Slaver's Bay in the east. The Valyrians forced the peoples they subjugated to speak in (or at least be able to converse in) their language, now known as "High Valyrian". After the Doom of Valyria 400 years ago, High Valyrian stopped being spoken as an everyday language, instead becoming a lore-language for learned men and scholars researching the knowledge of lost Valyria, even in Westeros. It came easily as compared to others as it was my mother tongue but I figured I was a genius who was blessed with eidetic memory or photographic memory hence I was easily able to learn and comprehend both simple and complex scripts of both languages.

Seeing my ingeniousness my father found me a former Dothraki tribesmen turned sellsword to teach Dothraki so that someday if I ever need to communicate with the savages of Essos I was able to do so. Besides the languages the Maester was teaching me about my families history and much of the history about the known world as well. I also found that it is the year 284 AC meaning Roberts Rebellion must have ended a year ago and most main characters of the show must just be around one name days old. I was in no rush to head to westeros and meet my favorite characters, I will eventually but until then I will learn and train myself with arts of sword, spear, axes and any other weapon that would suit me so that I may defend myself from the threats that this world posed. Still even if I become the greatest swordsman in the world it wont mean shit when faced with the White Walkers or some jealous cunning backstabbers but i will deal with it when the time came. I am not afraid of Dany or her Dragons because I am fire proof, yup I tested by putting a burning coal on my hand and it did nothing.

A strange thing I learned about my families dragons was that they also like the dragons of the Targeryans got smaller and smaller and then died out. I guess Dany was supposed to be the Mother of Dragons always since the death of the previous dragons but that wont be true if I find some way to hatch the dragon eggs my family has stored. A total of 2 dragon eggs have been passed down in our family as heirlooms or symbols of the power we once held. Another interesting fact I learned in one of my history lessons was that our family initially had 5 dragon eggs but an ancestor of mine a century ago had sold 3 eggs to some magister in the free cities to buy large amounts of food and resources to feed our people because of some famine caused by a disease.

I was shocked to learn that in this reality those 3 eggs might be the same eggs gifted to Dany on her wedding and my family was initial owners of them. I went to my father to confirm whether this fact was true and he said yes a disease had struck the isles a century ago that would make people weak and hungry resulting in the normal food supplies running short. So to avoid death by starvation my ancestor sold those eggs for large supplies of food until the disease subsided on its own. My father also said it was all recorded in our family journals which are held in a secret chamber in the Lords solar along some Ancient books of Old Valyria that the crimsons brought with them but have remained collecting dust because no one except one blessed by magic of Old Valyria can read them.