A reincarnated soul part 3

282 AC

(POV baby Ellyn)

it's has been a year, That I've been reincarnated in westeros as a normal and healthy big, strong, Quiet, cute baby girl. Or that is what they say about me.

My imaginary stats:

Stats:

Age: 1.5

Diplomacy:( hundred percent success rate with puppy dog eyes ).

-Court Diplomacy: 0

-Parley: 0

Martial: 0

-Personal Combat: 0

-Battlefield Command: 0

-Physical Feats: 2

-Flight: 0

Stewardship: 0

-Economics: 50

-Personal Finance: 0

-Smallfolk Life: 20

-Construction: 20

Intrigue: 10

-Seduction: 0( because I'm just a baby)

-Court Intrigue: 2

-Spycraft: 0

Learning: 10

-Magic: possibility... but not sure.

-Technology: 0

-Lands across the Sea: 0

Time till next level up: ? -1

Other subcategories to be added as needed.

Heck what the hell am I thinking ....?! gosh ....I wish I had a system to help me out. sigh.... it's boring being a baby and always needed to man handle by others for even a simplest job.

my imaginary abilities...

Traits:

- Though not A not daughter of a Primarch: Unbeknownst to myself, I am and my roommate brothers are the gene-crafted child of a very strong human, bred to succeed at all things. +10 to every roll, definitely Breeds of war. Because I saw few normal babes of the other servants that works in the mansion.. but compare to us they are all much smaller or I could say less.... developed.

But even when I grow up it will be tough for

-A Woman: In the male-dominated world of Planetos, women are often considered lesser to men.i have very little opportunities to engage in training in martial skills.

-Weapon of Choice: Greatsword. Or using duel welding swords.

-Blood Gift: I vaguely think that my blood has some kinda of high healing properties. I learned it when I accidentally/not accidentally got a scratched by a cat. but it healed very quickly.

Then came the language.

It seems that I already understand the people of my surroundings. And I think my caretakers knows that too. And thus... as a strangely good behaved child, I regularly received a lot of daily praise from my caretakers.

Then I heard the servants talking about rebellion in the Vale and battle broke out there.

the news came from a Marchant from Gulltown.

And the Boss lady of this establishment Miranda decided to sold everything and shipped to bravos. And reopen there. I don't know what to say.. . but God bless that old/young looking woman. It seems she knows that staying here is not safe at all. or she was informed by someone to make this kind of decision ...who knows?.

And thus some of my fear of dying in second life has cooled down.

Because my family is getting out of this wildfire shit hole city in few months. yay....

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....a few months later..

Uncle Rolfe have made every preparation that is needed to leave and hired 3 Marchant ships of bravos to accommodate all of us.

Mr Rolfe is the only nephew of boss lady Miranda and the accountant of her entire businesses.

basically a the manager or CEO. And a friend of my father. I heard from him that my father saved him from bandits and they became friends and rest is history. An awfully cliche story...

And by far uncle Rolfe is my favorite uncle. Because everytime he visits us he broughts gifts for all of us.

Always a new wooden doll for me and something else for the boys.

And thus for his generous gifts I always gave him a kiss in forehead or in his cheeks when he picks me up. Even though he might think that I like to lick his face.

The other uncle's are also nice.. The twins Alban and Alaric ... I'm still confused which one is who.

Anyway the duo's are hilarious, they often speak to us about their heroic adventures of the stormland and reach and the Riverland and arguing half the time about who is better than the other. Even though they clearly knows that how heroic or adventures their journey is, a baby has zero idea what they are saying. Accept for me of course.

From them I learned few things about my suppose father. Whom is a very strong hedge knight that travels from one tourney from another. And have a drinking problem, A nice singing voice, and a very good playboy.

Anyway.....I don't think we will meet soon or ever. Because we're all leaving westeros and our destination is Bravos it seems.

And traveling via carriage is awesome.

But by the God...I never thought that the city I'm born in could be this horrible.

Poor people everywhere .. bagging for anything to throw at them.

And for Fucks sake

Why does Kings's Landing smell so bad????

well... now that I think about it..

500,000 people living in close quarters without running water or a modern sewer system.

then it is nothing to be surprised.

Most cities smelled awful for most of human history - it took the wide-scale adoption of modern sewer systems that were linked up to flush toilets, the replacement of the horse by the automobile, and the first wave of environmental regulations, to change that.

at least my mental capabilities understand that. But...

I can't help myself but to cry out from smelling this horrible scents.

It was finally over when we traveled few kilometers away from the harbour. The salted air is much better than that God awful living hell.

And thankfully our travel by ships was smooth. We didn't encounter any storms or pirates. And it's seems luck played part in it that the route to bravos is much safer because they are regularly patroled by the navy of bravos. And their warships protects their water constantly. And Bravos is the only free city that doesn't practice slavery. And have a huge grudge against it.

After traveling for a month or so we reached bravos. And how do I know?

Because everyone is in the roof of our ship to see the Titan of bravos.

The enormous Titan looks Damm impressive.

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Titan of Braavos is a fortress in the shape of a massive statue that guards the harbor entrance to Braavos, one of the Free Cities. The statue is very tall, it almost or nearly It stands nearly 400 feet tall.

This Titan is likely inspired by the real-life Colossus of Rhodes, an allegedly gigantic statue of the Greek sun god, Helios, that graced the harbor of Rhodes in the Aegean Sea. Listed as one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, it was destroyed during an earthquake in 226 BCE.

Now that I think about it. The faceless man are also have their headoffice in the city as well. maybe I should give them a visit when I'm older. And who knows I could learn a few things or two.

The faceless man's are one of the coolest and creepiest assassin's of this world.

But that is not the main point. Because the main point is I escaped westeros from one of its shittest moment in it's history. And safely reached a considerably more safe place.

I sighed in relief..

Now I can safely grow up....

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Time Skip

Five years later

"Ellyn, I know where you are!" The Black haired little boy giggled as he tiptoed into the room. I grinned silently, as I watched him from atop the bookcase. The boy, my half brother Lyonel, looked around peering under the table clothes.

I kept my breath as still as possible, watching him intently. As was my other half not twin brothers Aenar and Jonnel.

As they are the only persons close to my age and sibling, The boys and I naturally spent much time together, especially once their mischievous side emerged. And for as well-mannered as I had strived to be, it had been enticing not to join in every so often. So, They and I made it a game to sneak away from our caretakers to play games, with their favorite being hide- and-seek. And with my experience as an adult, I had a leg up in the game, as even in the body of a five-year-old, I still had a decent ability to scale tall things. Hence why I was currently perched atop a bookcase.

"I see you!" he squealed, his haunting red eyes twinkling as he jabbed a finger up at me.

"Fine, you win this bout, little brother" I conceded, laughing as well. And he also found the other two as well who were hiding behind the door. Desperately trying not to be seen.

It seemed I had gotten complacent, and my brothers had gotten wise to my tricks. Squirming to the edge of the sturdy piece, I started to scale down.

Just as the door opened to reveal a angry looking my mother along with a particularly annoyed looking exiled half Maester Lumos. I froze, hoping that mothers worked like a velociraptor or even much more smarter dinosaur.

"Ellyn and Boys, what matter of foolishness is this?" my mother scolded, her eyes stern and fiery. We all share a look as my mother's anger was legendary, only amplified by her weirdly good physique. She is quick to discipline us and did not spare us the rod when she thought we deserved it. Why my mother is the only one that is taking care of us?

Because Aenar and Jonnels mother is busy with their own established inns. And Lyonels mother Ava is also busy with the healers guild in the city.

Well westeros have the Maesters but bravos has even better, they have a association that specifically dedicated for healing. And after five years studying under a master healer, Ava Lyonels Mom became a master healer and medicine spacialist herself and a high ranking member of the healers guild.

Thus my mother is the only one that left to taking care of us. which made her the mother of all of us. And she is in charge of other house works as well. like bossing around the kitchen staffs and maintenance / cleaning of the manor.

"Well, we couldn't find our teacher so we came here to....read?" I offered as I hopped down from the shelves. Lying had never exactly been my forte in my past life and it wasn't shaping to be a skill of mine here either.

"And that is the reason you scaled atop our bookcase like a shadow cat young lady?" She asked, the sweetness in her voice too overt to be genuine.

"It was a book at the top?" Aenar told her but the way spoke to her that even he is not sure it was the truth. Which is not very convincing.

And

Somehow Mother wasn't buying it anyway.

"Now you four would not be lying to your beloved mother, would you sweetlings?"

Thankfully my brothers chose that moment to deploy thier secret weapon, the puppy-dog eyes. Running forward, the little boys latched tightly onto my mother's leg.

"I told Ely to read us a story, like uncle Alaric does," Jonnel said as he made his eyes as big as possible and made his voice sound more child-like, trying to quell my/our mother's wrath. Mother looked as though she was considering powering through, but ultimately They won out.

"Sweetlings, the next time you want something brought down from up high, go and ask one of the household before scaling the furniture," she huffed as pinched the bridge of their nose, her annoyance at our risky childish antics dissipating somewhat. As an adult, I could definitely see from her perspective, since it would have been fairly easy for either the shelves to crush one of us or I could fall from the shelves and put my life in the hands of Bravosy' woefully subpar medical system.

But on the other hand, I had been feeling bored, so I felt an urge to do something a smidge reckless. And in a world as crazy as planetos, this seemed one of the least insane options.

"And if you find yourselves stricken with the urge to read, then surely Maester Lumos can find something to entertain you both," Mother said, and I knew what she was threatening. I suppressed the urge to groan.

One of the unforeseen consequences of my reincarnation was that I had to sit through lessons meant for a child, leaving me horribly bored during the entirety. And since I couldn't exactly look like an expert right out of the gate and make people think that I was some kind of changeling, I had to stay within the bounds of child-like comprehension. Which meant I had to listen to things that I already knew or knew a more modern form of, all while my eyes threatened to glaze over. And my brothers are also not seemed very eager to sit and learn either.

And I don't like our half Maester. I heard not very good thing about his past. The reason he is here is that he broke his bow and sleept with washer woman in city of Oldtown and got caught. As punishment he was expelled/kicked out from the citadel and exiled and never sat foot in westeros or he will receive the pain of death.

But I think what he did in the past is not a very big crime. Because staying celibate for a lifetime needs willpower equal to a stone. And not everyone is capable of keeping truthful to their oaths.

And to me Maester Lumos always tries his utmost best to teach us what we need to learn. But fails miserably.

"When is uncle Alaric coming back?" Aenar asked, bringing up something that I had been wondering myself. The knight Ser Alaric Blaksteel of kings landing had been gone for weeks now, nearly a month, taking along with him some of our other uncles from the stormland. To hunt the pirate fleet that has been attacking the Marchant ships.

The reason is , When we came to bravos. Boss lady/granny Miranda established her inn business and bought a very suitable place with a very good price. Over time she started her other side business as well. I don't know where she came up with that kinda of idea, But her casino is one of the biggest money maker which is booming to this day. And with it she became one of the wealthiest and influential people in the city of bravos.

She even has a bank account in the iron Bank of bravos. And also has seat in court of the sealord of bravos.

Well that's not all.... Her son Alaric Blaksteel is also a high ranking officer in the Arsenal of bravos .

The navy of bravos is one of the/ or most strongest navy in the free cities.

And Ser Alaric Blaksteel is currently the strongest swordman we have.

And how do I know that? because he can defeat 3 opponent at the same time. Be it the uncle's from the stormland or those that came with us from the Kingslanding.

It was the Firstsword of Bravos competition that made him famous. Alaric Blaksteel and all the fighting men of our group participated in the competition. And of course they did better and lasted longer but they eventually had to fight each other in competition. Thus only uncle Alaric lasted longer . And why wouldn't he? told one of stromland uncle. Because he was personally trained by my father and knighted by him.

But unfortunately uncle Alaric couldn't win the championship. And lost his battle in the finale against the water dancer Syrio Forel.

Uncle Alaric was strong and fast and knows a lot fighting Technics. But even that was not enough to win against the highly nimble water dancer.

But even as a runner-up he caught the attention of the Sealord. And got offered to join the Arsenal as a nevy officer or equivalent of it. And with Alaric's vouching our 226 more fighters joined as well. And with Alaric's leadership they got very good at hunting pirates and slavers. And rapidly rose through the ranks. And got the nickname the Leviathan of Bravos. And over five years only five of our original men died at the sea and rest are from bravos. which is a very good death ratio. And with his great achievement uncle Alaric somehow impressed one of the daughter of Sealord . And later they got married which secured boss lady/grandma Miranda a very important position in Sealords court.

Thus with wealth and prestige we are technically living a very good live.

But it seems that not everyone is happy. Their are a lot people in our household wants to return to their homeland. Even my mom also wants return to westeros. She has a sister in the Reach and wants to meet her again. And she wants to see my father again.

My brothers are also very curious about him as well this days.

But uncle Alaric and Rolfe is taken up to that fatherly role.

"Ser Alaric sent a message from pentos a week ago, he means to finish his business and take his fleet back from their and escort the Marchant fleet in a few days," Mother replied, her face taking on a strange expression. From what I had overheard and observed, that water are becoming very dangerous and sea creatures are attacking ships more frequently then ever, Well, this world is full of dangerous things and knowing it doesn't help pretty well.

We love spending time with uncle Alaric because of his adventure stories and sword training. Spending time with uncle Alaric is far more better than listening to the half Maesters babbling.

Mother cleared her throat.

"Now I think it is time for Maester Lumos to help you both practice your westerosy common tongue ," she said, sounding truly as the lady of the house. "I will not have my children sounding like drunken Bravosy' oarsmen when they speak."

And since my mother wasn't above doling out corporal punishment herself because technically she is only my, I knew that there wasn't much I could do but to follow the balding man back to his study.

And why do we need to learn westerosy common? it's because all of us will be going to meet up with our father. The man is currently serving the King of westeros as one of his ruling councilor.

It was quite shocking when I learned. And the day i heard that i immediately understood that I'm in asoiaf in some kind of alternate universe.

That is the only explanation to my question why I never found The silver haired boy with a silver haired baby girl ....aka the Targaryen siblings or even rumor of them staying in bravos.

Back to our daily lessons with our tutor....

Our maester was well tempered for the most part, though I'd also state that he was crabby especially in the mornings. A man of around 52 years, I suppose it was only natural, though I often wondered if he wished to attain a more prestigious place.

well maybe he could have if he didn't broke his bow. While our manor is one of the most prestigious amongst the City, I suspected the stout man had dreamed of serving one of the Lord Paramounts or even the King himself, if his boasting nature was anything to go by. But while he was no Marwyn or Cressen, at least I probably didn't have to fear him being a Lannister puppet like Pycelle. Though if his Reacher name and orange hair were anything to go by, it would be more likely that if he did have a secret master, it would be the iron Bank or the SeaLord himself.

The maester kept a tidy study, with shelves of books, small vials, and jars displayed, reminiscent of the office of one of my teachers from back at college, fitting for the person I'd dubbed Professor Pumpkin all those years ago.

The maester's chain clinked( The fake ones because original ones are taken away the he was exiled) as he plopped down onto his seat, letting out a heavy sigh as he did.

"We shall review the words from the previous lesson, before then moving on to add in more common words you're likely to hear and see. And to conclude, we will speak to each other with the words and phrases."

I let a puff air escape my lips, signaling my boredom. Now it's not like learning a new language was easy for me. No, it was certainly foreign to me and required me to give a deal of effort to make sure the new language stuck. No, it was just that these lessons were meant for a pair of five-year-olds, which honestly didn't really apply to either of us. In my case, it was obvious, but to my half brother's credit they possessed a higher aptitude for language than me, impressive since they presumably had the mind of a young childrens.

High Valyrian itself I had expected to sound a deal like real world Latin, but it instead sounded more Eastern I guess, alien to the English analog that was the Common Tongue. Sure, there are some near cognates, but nothing more than coincidence, I think.

I think I faintly remember seeing that the language itself was largely made wholesale for the show.

If only it was Latin, then I could've made all those hours toiling away in my high school Latin classes worth it. Now in fact they were arguably even less useful, since no one would be impressed by my knowing the way to recite the Bellum Gallicum. Or other languages like Monsieur'. Maybe I could use Latin as a secret language, since I figured there weren't many Classicists in Westeros.

"What was that?" Asked the maester.

"Nothing."..