Chapter 1: Another Adventure
Sitting in a rather plump chair, he looks around to the many gods and god-like beings, Zeus was here with his rather large family, Jesus Christ and the Archangels are sitting to the right, and a plethora of other gods fill the remaining seats.
Odin coughs, "please pay attention, as I have just said, you died by touching a Godly item left on earth by accident"
"Since it was our fault that you died prematurely, we will give you another life in the world of Game of Thrones, you will receive five blessings of your choosing and three wishes"
"You may choose out of anyone here to receive a blessing from, please choose wisely as there are no other second chances after you die"
The names of the many gods ran through his head, the possibilities were endless but he knew that he shouldn't just choose the more powerful gods, he decided rather quickly that he should choose gods that will hopefully work well together.
Looking to his right, he sees a man in bright gold armor, his skin is riddled with scars, and a predatory glint in his eyes, "Ares, the God of War, I believe your blessing isn't a choice but a requirement in the world I'm being sent to"
The battle-hardened god gives him a small nod but doesn't utter a single word.
Arthur looks to a beautiful woman with black hair, pale skin, and piercing blue eyes, "Hecate, I presume?"
The woman gives him a small smile, "you presume correctly"
Arthur gives her a gentlemanly bow, "The world of Game of Thrones does have magic but it appears limited, and not all that great"
"The Targaryens used magic to bind dragons to their will, the Children of the Forest also used it to create the first White Walkers, other than these two acts of magic, no other major events have happened to my recollection"
"I do believe that great magic can be harnessed in my next world but I think that it is most likely a long, and almost forgotten skill that many people believe to be fairytales"
"I would like your blessing to help me harness it easier"
The Goddess of Magic, among many other things, gives him a beautiful smile, "you have a good head on your shoulders, I shall grant you my blessing"
Looking among the hundreds of other gods, he smiles at the speedy god, Hermes, having an animated debate with Hercules.
"Hermes, Hercules, may i interrupt your conversation?"
The large, musclebound hero and the energetic speedster stop their chatter to turn and stare at him, they quickly shrink into themselves as the glares of the other gods bore into them for not paying attention.
"Ahh, the reincarnator, apologies for my rudeness, i heard you died by handling the Orb of Unlife, that was one of Thanatos' relics, you should ask him to apologize, also, you are going to Westeros..."
Hermes continued to chatter incessantly until he received an elbow to the rib from his muscular friend.
Hercules clears his throat before speaking, "i will speak on behalf of myself and Hermes as he can't learn to shut up when he starts talking"
"I'm assuming you want one of our blessings?"
Arthur tries not to laugh at their antics, "actually, i would like a blessing from both of you but if i may be so bold as to ask a favor from Hermes, i don't really want my physical speed to be changed all that much, it's my mental speed i want to be heightened"
Hermes merely nods, knowing full well that speaking will result in another elbow from Herc.
With the blessing of War, Magic, Strength, and Speed were secured, he had one left.
For his last blessing, he turns to the gods of Asia, specifically, the Gow of Swordsmanship and Thunder, Takemikazuchi.
"Takemikazuchi, I'm going to a place where using a sword is necessary, while i already have the blessings of Strength and War, i believe your blessing would compliment theirs to a final degree"
The Asian man adorning blood-red samurai robes gives him a respectful nod, "Thank you for thinking of this old man"
With his blessings chosen, he turns towards Odin, "are there rules on my wishes?"
The one-eyed god nods, "no systems, no wishing to be a god, no wishing for more blessings, no wishing for immortality, there are more but i will leave them unlisted unless you ask for one of them"
Arthur rubs his goatee, "may i choose my family or will that be randomized?"
Odin looks at the papers in front of him, "you will be born as Arthur Frey, one of the many sons of Walder Frey, you will be reborn five years before Robert's rebellion"
Sitting back in his chair, Arthur ponders over his wishes.
"For my first is, when i turn fifteen, i want my father and all my older siblings to die, and i want no one to even suggest the idea that it had anything to do with me"
"I personally despise the Frey family, they are the scum of the earth, if i become the Lord of the Twins when I'm fifteen, then I'll have plenty of time as lord to change many things before season one starts"
It's Odin's turn to stroke his beard, "that is not really a wish, and it's rather insignificant, I'll give you that one for free"
Pleasantly surprised, Arthur gives the old man a genuine smile, "Thank you for your generosity"
"Then, for my first wish, i want to be a High Human, in fantasy, High Humans are stronger, faster, have a longer lifespan, and have a high affinity for magic"
Odin merely motions for him to continue.
"For my second wish, i want a copy of Hecate's book of spells that i can summon and unsummon whenever i want"
"This might seem like a rather weak wish but almost everyone in the House of Frey or work for the Frey's are dishonest, weak, and cowardly"
"So, for my last wish, i want three people to arrive in the days after i become the Lord of the twins"
"The first one should a skilled general and solid leader, the second one should be a spymaster that makes Varys look like a chump in terms of information gathering, and the final one should be a trade and financial advisor"
"So that i know who they are, each of them will have a palm-sized wooden token with a Cerberus etched onto it"
Before any more words could be said, Odin thrusts out his hand, sending Arthur onto his next life via a bright light.
--- The Twins, 275 AC ---
Though he was born in the year of 274 AC, the first year was bland to the point that it passed without any major developments.
The only oddity to happen was the shock of House Frey when their young lord started walking at six months and speaking relatively well after his first year.
Walder Frey patted himself on the back, often saying it was due to his good genes that the boy was a genius.
His life right now was bland and boring, he wasn't given special treatment for being the young lord of house Frey, he was treated nicely by the maids and guards since they knew that unless he died, they would serve him in the future.
His room was small and barren, a dark, dreary room with a single bed, desk, and bookcase.
He was left on his own almost every second of every day unless it was for dinner, he spent his time reading books, and focusing on harnessing the magic around him.
He quickly decided that the best course of action for the next few years was to summon his book of spells and learn as much as he could about magic.
Luckily, Hermes listened to his request decently enough, the speed at which he read books, and picked up information was ten times easier than in his last life.
--- Four Years Later ---
Sitting at his desk, a young boy with curly sandy blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, and amber eyes.
In his hands is the ever-growing book of spells, whenever he mastered a spell, the spell in the book would vanish and a different page would appear in its place.
Closing the book, he rises from his seat and proceeds to stretch his body.
Upon finishing with his stretches, his eyes lock onto the wooden sword leaning against his bedside table.
Even though it isn't a real sword, upon picking it up a year ago for the first time, he felt great power and skill from within his own body, as if the weapon had become a part of his body.
Stances, forms, movements, techniques, skills, years of experience that was not his own entered his mind and became one with his body.
The sword itself wasn't special, it was a regular wooden sword, he knew what had happened when he thought about it.
Takemikazuchi, his blessing from the God of Swordsmanship had revealed itself. the blessing made him a master swordsman whenever a sword was in his hand.
Unsummoning the book that is on his desk, he leaves his room and heads towards the courtyard where the guards and knights train.
[Message from the author: I know that there was no conversations or much plot within his first five years but when you think about it, not much happens in the Twins at this time, he uses this time to learn spells and increase his knowledge by reading books]
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