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Summary:

An SI wakes up in the body of a 10-year-old Robb Stark, without his memories. To avoid the original end, he must win the game. Thankfully, he has connected to something impossible: a Shard of an entity with a power well-known to him. But, it has some twists that may be the key to winning the game. After all, winning means being willing to go farther than the other guy.

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Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction ever, but I hope you enjoy it. It won't be the best ever, obviously, but I'll try to maintain a schedule. This is being crossposted, and you can find up to chapter 30-ish on Webnovel and up to chapter 14? In ff.

I hope that by posting it here, my readership will grow.  For now, I'll post chapters as I finish editing the existing ones since, to be honest, the first chapters were terrible, lol.

Either way, enjoy! 

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Arrival in a known realm.

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As I opened my eyes, blinking to clear the white spots from my vision, I couldn't shake the confusion about where I was. My hands groped around, and I gasped when I saw the pool of blood nearby. The last thing I remembered was going out with my friends for drinks at the bar down the street from my house.

Struggling to stand, I was immediately hit with dizziness that spread through my body. My hand instinctively went to my head and found it damp. Pulling my hand away, I saw it stained with blood.

The street stench filled my nostrils, making me recoil from the smell of garbage. And waking up in a dark alley with what seemed like a serious head injury was not part of my plans.

My confusion deepened as I realized my clothes weren't the ones I had been wearing. I scanned the alley for a reflection, but I found no windows near me. I approached a puddle at the alley's entrance. I knelt, staring in disbelief at my reflection.

I looked much younger than I should have. My bloodied face resembled a ten-year-old Robb Stark. That thought never crossed my mind among the theories of where I might be. I slumped back, wondering what the hell was happening to me.

Faint memories of a tipsy conversation with my closest friend lingered. We had debated better endings for some characters in Game of Thrones.

Finding myself in a situation that had only existed in my dreams was overwhelming. The impact was so intense that I could only wander the town. I clutched my head and prayed to any god listening. I hoped this was Winterfell, where my new family held power and would find me soon.

As I had no memories of the original Robb. I could only awkwardly smile at the commoners. They shouted my name upon seeing the lord's injured heir walking alone in the town. Feeling my strength wane, I collapsed face-first onto the dirt and passed out. My last thoughts were a hope that the maester could help me once someone took me to the castle.

Lord Eddard Stark

As a father, one of the worst things is hearing that someone has injured your son. When two guards entered my study, they had bad news. They found Robb wandering Wintertown with a bleeding head. It pained me more than anything. Even the deaths of my family didn't compare. I had lost my father, my brother Brandon, and my sister, Lyanna, during the rebellion. Hearing about my heir's injury was a stab to the heart. I ran through Winterfell's stone corridors to Maester Luwin's office, desperate for news of my son.

Maester Luwin

I furrowed my brow with concern as I tended to Robb Stark's head wound. The young heir lay motionless on the examination table, blood still seeping from the gash. I worked quickly, cleaning the wound with as much care as my hands could muster, though my thoughts were heavy with worry.

I heard Lord Eddard Stark's heavy footsteps echoing through the corridors of Winterfell, growing louder as he neared my chambers. When he finally arrived, the door flew open, and his cloak billowed behind him as he entered. His eyes immediately locked onto his son, lying still and pale.

"Luwin, how is he? Is he going to be all right?" Eddard's voice was filled with a worry that was rare for the usually stoic lord.

I met his gaze, my expression mirroring the gravity of the situation, though I tried to keep my voice steady.

"Lord Stark, Robb took a severe blow to the head. The wound is deep, but I've managed to stop the bleeding. Now, we must let him rest and hope that time will heal him," I replied, washing the blood from my hands in a basin of water.

Ned moved closer, his worry palpable as he looked down at Robb, so still and vulnerable.

"He hasn't woken up. How long has it been?" he asked, his voice tight with the fear that every father dreads.

"Not long, my lord. These injuries often take time. Robb is strong; I believe he will wake," I reassured him, though I could see how hard it was for him to hear those words without a certainty I could not give.

Ned clenched his fists at his sides, his concern evident as he watched me continue my work.

"He must," Ned murmured, the weight of his responsibility as a father heavy in his voice. "Our family is worried about him," he added, knowing that Sansa, Jon, and Lady Catelyn were all waiting anxiously for news.

I finished bandaging the wound and wrapped Robb snugly in a blanket, then stepped back to give Ned room.

"He will, Lord Stark. Give him time. The Old Gods are kind to some," I said, more for his comfort than anything else.

Ned nodded, his eyes never leaving his son's face.

"Thank you, Luwin. Keep me informed of any changes," he said, his voice firm but laced with the deep worry only a father could feel.

"Of course, my lord," I replied.

Ned stayed a moment longer, gently stroking Robb's hair before he turned to leave. As the door closed behind him, I turned my gaze back to the young Stark. I could only hope that he would recover quickly in these uncertain times.

Eddard Stark

I emerged from Maester Luwin's office with heavy steps, my worry pressing down on me. As I stepped into the corridor, Catelyn and our children met me, their eyes filled with concern, all searching my face for some sign of hope.

"How is Robb? Is he going to be okay?" Catelyn's voice trembled as she clutched my hand, seeking reassurance.

I tried to maintain a calm exterior, though my thoughts were anything but settled.

"Luwin is doing everything he can. The wound is serious, but he's stable. He says we need to give him time," I replied, the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders.

Sansa and Arya moved closer, their worry evident. Bran stood quietly, sensing the tension even if he didn't fully understand the gravity of the situation. In the back, Theon and Jon watched with the same concern, though they remained silent, trusting me to explain.

"Is he going to wake up soon, Father?" Sansa asked, her voice shaky, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

I nodded, trying to convey strength in my words, despite the uncertainty gnawing at me.

"Yes, Sansa. Luwin believes so. Robb is strong, like his mother and father. Everything will be all right," I said, hoping to reassure her and the others.

Arya's eyes were locked on mine, her jaw clenched as she struggled to hold back her emotions.

"Can I see him?" Arya asked, her voice firm as if seeing Robb would somehow make everything better.

I pulled her into a tender embrace, feeling the fragility of my family in this moment of uncertainty.

"Soon, Arya. Let's give Luwin time. He'll let us know when we can," I replied, trying to comfort her.

Catelyn held onto me, her eyes a mixture of relief and lingering worry as she glanced at the closed door of the maester's office.

"Robb has to wake up. He has to be okay," Catelyn said, her voice filled with determination and a mother's deep fear.

I nodded, looking at my gathered family, my voice filled with the conviction I needed them to hear.

"He will be, Catelyn. We're in this together. And together, we'll get through this," I affirmed, hoping to instill a sense of unity and strength.

We embraced as a family, drawing comfort from each other as we anxiously awaited Robb's return to consciousness and health.

Robb Stark

Robb Stark remained in a state of deep unconsciousness, but in his mind, he had a vision of two entities of exceptional size. He instinctively knew these beings were the "Entities" from Worm. They granted powers in a parallel universe very different from Westeros, where he now found himself.

In his vision, he watched as a single shard split. It then communicated with the rest, exchanging parts with a precision that defied understanding. Robb knew these entities were linked to his new powers. But, he did not understand why or how they interacted with him in this different universe.

As the vision faded, Robb clung to his new insights. He knew something monumental had occurred. Meanwhile, his family waited outside Maester Luwin's office. They were anxious and unaware of Robb's transformation or the entities now tied to his fate.

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Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Awakening

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Robb Stark woke up slowly, a strange sense of connection lingering at the edge of his consciousness. He recalled the vision of the entities and the determination it had stirred within him: he had a power. With his eyes still closed, he concentrated, feeling the presence of beings at the back of his mind.

In response to his mental call, a few tiny insects began to move around the room, responding to his will. They were timid at first. Robb found it surprising that he could control them. But the lack of insects in the North limited what he could do.

As he pondered the implications of his new abilities, Maester Luwin entered cautiously, noting Robb's awakening.

"Robb, how are you feeling?" Luwin asked with a kind yet concerned tone, stepping closer to assess his condition.

Robb's eyelids lifted, and comfort washed over him at the maester's presence.

"I feel... confused," Robb admitted, his voice reflecting his bewilderment. "Maester, what happened?"

Luwin briefly recounted the accident and how Robb had been unconscious for a period of time. Robb nodded slowly, trying to piece together his thoughts amid the haze.

"I don't remember much," Robb frowned. He tried to recall his original self, but found only fragments and a mix of fanfictions and the original series.

Luwin gave him an understanding look. "That's to be expected, Robb. Head injuries can cause memory loss. I recall reading about such cases at the Citadel, though witnessing one is different. Don't worry; often, memories do return."

Robb tried to recall more, but only fleeting memories of Winterfell and his family came to mind. He remembered snippets of his childhood. But, much of what any Stark should know felt distant.

After a brief chat about his health, Luwin decided to send a messenger to inform Lord Stark of Robb's awakening. While they awaited Ned's arrival, Robb contemplated the implications of his newfound powers, aware that his incomplete knowledge could prove both an asset and a liability in the uncertain future unfolding in the cold North.

Lord Eddard Stark

A swift-footed messenger burst into my study, urgency etched on his face. He bowed quickly before handing me the message. My heart raced as I tore open the parchment and read its contents.

Emotions surged through me, and I rose with determination, setting the letter aside. From the doorway, Catelyn watched anxiously as I strode toward her. Together, we hurried through Winterfell's corridors, heading straight for Maester Luwin's chambers.

When we entered, I stopped short at the sight that greeted us. Robb was sitting up, looking tired but smiling—a reassuring sight that filled me with overwhelming relief. I rushed to his side, my usual stoic demeanor slipping away.

"Robb," I said, my voice trembling with emotion, unlike my usual self.

Before I could say more, Maester Luwin stepped forward, his expression grave.

"Lord Stark, Lady Stark, allow me to explain first," Luwin requested. "There are important matters to discuss."

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. I sat beside Robb, gripping his hand firmly as I prepared to listen.

Luwin explained the nature of Robb's injury, the severity of the blow to his head, and the potential memory loss that could follow. The possibility that Robb might struggle to remember his childhood in Winterfell was a harsh blow.

Catelyn listened intently, her face filled with concern as she looked at our son with loving eyes.

"I understand, Luwin. Let's hope his memory returns. But even if it doesn't, Robb is young and resilient. He can learn anew," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, hopeful for a smooth recovery but aware of the challenges ahead.

"How do you feel, Robb?" I asked finally, a mixture of relief and contained anxiety in my voice.

Robb looked at me, a faint but genuine smile on his face.

"I feel... confused, but well, Father," Robb replied, his voice sincere. There was a mix of emotions, a blend of the original Robb and something new, something different. But in this moment, all I cared about was that he was awake and speaking.

I nodded, a weight lifting from my shoulders as I saw my son recovering. I knew the road ahead would be difficult, but having Robb back was all that mattered.

As Luwin continued to explain the treatment Robb would need, I glanced at Catelyn, who was silently holding our son's hand, her love and concern evident in her every movement.

"Robb has suffered a significant head injury, resulting in memory loss. We don't yet know if it will be temporary or permanent. He may experience confusion and difficulty recalling recent events or specific details of his life," Luwin explained, his voice carrying both medical authority and compassion.

"How long will he need to stay here, Luwin?" I asked, my gaze shifting between Robb and the maester.

Luwin sighed before responding. "It would be wise to observe Robb here for a few more days to ensure his full recovery. However, for now, he may receive brief, if quiet, visits."

Robb weakly nodded, understanding the need for rest and care as he processed Luwin's words.

I placed a reassuring hand on Robb's shoulder. "We'll be here with you, son. Together, we'll get through this."

With those words, I exchanged a look with Catelyn, and we decided to notify the other children to visit Robb, emphasizing the need for a calm and stress-free environment.

As the messenger left to deliver the news to our children, I watched with concern. The message was clear: they were welcome to visit, but Robb needed a peaceful atmosphere to aid in his recovery.

Moments later, Bran, Arya, and Sansa arrived at Maester Luwin's chambers, their faces filled with worry as they entered.

"Robb..." Sansa's voice was relieved as she rushed to her brother's side, embracing him gently.

Robb smiled weakly, grateful to see his siblings. "I'm fine, Sansa. Just a bit confused."

Arya, ever curious, stepped forward. "How are you really feeling, Robb? What happened with that head injury?"

Catelyn and I exchanged a glance, concerned for our son's well-being.

"Sansa, Arya," Maester Luwin began calmly, noting the tension in the room. "Robb has suffered partial memory loss due to the injury. It's important that we all support him and show patience as he recovers."

I nodded, looking at my children with affection. "Robb is still recovering, but he needs our support. Let's not dwell on the accident right now. We can discuss it when everyone is here, so Robb doesn't have to repeat himself."

Catelyn placed a loving hand on Robb's shoulder, her silent support clear. "We'll be here for you, Robb. Together, we'll get through this."

The mood in the room lightened somewhat after the embrace and Maester Luwin's explanations. I watched my children affectionately, aware of Catelyn's unease with Jon's presence but grateful she kept her emotions in check for Robb's sake.

Jon and Theon had arrived during the hug. Jon looked regretful for having missed Robb's first awakening, while Theon, always trying to lighten the mood, quipped cheerfully.

"Robb, my friend! Glad to see you up and about," Theon said with a wide grin.

Robb smiled back, greeting his friend with less anticipation than I expected.

Jon approached cautiously, clearly uncomfortable under Catelyn's gaze. But Robb seemed pleased to see him.

"Sorry I'm late, Robb," Jon said sincerely. "Seems they forgot to give me the message."

Robb made a face at that, though it vanished so quickly I might have imagined it. "No worries, Jon. I'm fine, thanks to the gods and Maester Luwin."

Catelyn's watchful eyes followed Jon, her feelings clear, but seeing Robb's joy at reuniting with his half-brother, she kept her thoughts to herself, at least for now.

Sensing the tension, I stepped in to change the tone of the conversation.

"Robb, do you want to tell your siblings what happened since you woke up?" I suggested giving Robb a chance to share his experience.

Robb nodded, glad for the opportunity to liighten the tense mood.

"There was... an accident. I don't remember much. Wintertown people found me with a head injury," Robb began, looking at his siblings. "But I'm alive thanks to Luwin and the Old Gods. I don't remember everything clearly, but we'll get through this together."

As the conversation and laughter among the Stark siblings continued, daylight slowly faded. Luwin gently intervened, aware of the need for Robb to rest.

"I think it's time for everyone to leave and let Robb rest," Luwin said, looking at us with understanding.

I nodded, recognizing the importance of following Luwin's instructions. "You're right, Luwin. Robb needs rest to fully recover."

Catelyn stood reluctantly, though she knew it was best. "Robb, sweetheart, we'll be nearby if you need anything," she said softly.

Robb smiled, grateful for our support but clearly ready to rest. "Thank you all for coming. It means a lot to me."

We bid Robb farewell with hugs and encouragement before leaving the chambers, leaving him in Maester Luwin's care.

As I closed the door behind us, I couldn't help but feel hopeful. "Try to get some sleep, Robb. We'll be here if you need anything," I said, watching Robb nod weakly, letting fatigue take him into a restful sleep.

With that, we left Robb to rest, knowing we'd be there for him, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

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Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Learning About My Power.

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After waking up a few hours later and letting Maester Luwin clean my wound and change the bandages, I waited for him to leave so I could practice with my power.

Prior knowledge of Worm, whether from fanon or canon, gave me an advantage. I understood just how powerful my new ability was. Controlling an extraordinary number of insects simultaneously and multitasking was only the beginning.

But I knew I hadn't yet tapped into the full extent of my potential. Focusing inward, I sensed a faint yet palpable energy. It seemed imaginary, but it flowed within me, something that hadn't been there before.

Exploring this power source, I began to grasp more of my capabilities. A grin crept onto my face—manic, almost. My power was a mix of Taylor's and Amy's abilities, though it had a twist that made it uniquely mine.

This energy allowed me to create any insect I could imagine, limited only by specific rules but incredibly functional in this universe. The implications were enormous. I could achieve anything I set my mind to. For now, though, I'd only considered the prospect of facing the White Walkers and their leader.

Despite the excitement coursing through me, I kept calm, reflecting on the requirements and limitations of my power.

The energy was crucial. My insects needed it to survive and multiply. But how would I fuel them? The answer was simple: biomass. They needed to consume it, converting it into energy through some space whale mumbo jumbo.

With this energy, I could create more insects, strengthen them, make them more resilient, and even give them specific functions that could turn the tide in battle.

But to give them specialized characteristics, I needed catalysts. For example, if my insects consumed biomass from a venomous snake, they could acquire the ability to inject venom upon biting, replicating the snake's original attributes.

I began thinking of different inventions and ideas that could be useful in various situations. Spy insects with functional eyes that allowed me to see through them. Insects that could inject adrenaline into my soldiers, enhancing their combat abilities. Depressor insects are designed to demoralize my enemies. The possibilities were endless, but they all depended on the energy I could gather.

After days of rest and recovery in Maester Luwin's study, I finally felt strong enough to leave the bed and walk independently. I sincerely thanked the maester for his care.

"Maester Luwin, I feel much better," I said, inspecting the still-healing wound on my head.

Luwin nodded, satisfied. "I'm glad to hear that, milord. Everything seems to be going according to plan. I believe you can consider yourself discharged. Just take care of yourself and rest properly. And no practicing with the sword."

I nodded and dressed in clean, comfortable clothes, leaving Luwin's study with a relieved smile. I felt relief and determination when heading towards the large table where my family awaited for dinner.

Upon seeing me enter, my parents exchanged looks of relief, while Arya, Sansa, Bran, Rickon, Jon, and Theon greeted me with smiles and joy. I took my place at the table, reassured by their warmth and support.

Dinner was filled with conversation, from memories to plans for the future. Catelyn, cautious as ever, couldn't help but ask, "Robb, dear, how are you feeling now? Are you sure you're alright?"

I nodded, smiling. "I'm fine, Mother. The maester has discharged me, and I feel better every day."

Father spoke up, his pride evident. "You've shown great strength, Robb. We're proud of you."

By the end of dinner, as the fire crackled and Winterfell was bathed in night's warmth, I knew I had my family's unwavering support to face whatever the future held.

Alone in my room, with only a dim candle illuminating my desk, I contemplated my next steps. Before me, on the parchment, I drew diagrams and jotted down ideas while gazing at Winterfell's cold landscape through the window.

"The available insects here are scarce due to the climate," I murmured. "I need a solution to increase my biomass supply."

Determined, I began brainstorming. I summoned the insects I'd created, few and scattered, slowly feeding on the limited biomass in the area. Watching them, I considered how to enhance their efficiency.

"I can design insects that are more efficient at consuming biomass," I murmured, tracing lines on the parchment. "They need to locate and consume any available biomass source quickly."

I sketched new designs—robust insects with sharper mandibles for crushing and digesting biomass faster, wings for quicker movement, and greater resistance to the cold so they could survive in the harsh northern climate.

"These should do the job," I muttered, satisfied. "With this improvement, I should be able to increase my energy production significantly."

With the blueprints ready, I carefully stored the parchment in a secret compartment and prepared to implement my plans. Strengthening my capabilities was crucial for the challenges ahead.

Commanding my fleet—if 80 insects could be called a fleet—I sent them out to search for biomass around Winterfell, giving them specific instructions on what to touch and avoid.

I was determined to avoid harming any innocent humans. The idea of consuming human biomass was unsettling. But deep down, I knew that if the opportunity arose, I would do it to my worst enemies, ensuring they suffered the worst poisonous stings Westeros had ever seen.

The next day, I stood in one of the open fields near Winterfell, controlling a butterfly and instructing it to fly as far away as possible. I waited, practicing my power, sending more insects to find biomass—animals, decaying objects, anything that could offer unique characteristics.

I kept track of the butterfly in the back of my mind. It traveled at least a mile, and the connection remained strong. I let it continue, hoping it would reach 1.5 miles, an acceptable distance for espionage or sabotage.

My insects, for now, could only consume prey that was already dead. They couldn't defeat anything substantial, which limited my energy intake.

I hoped to create insects that could infect animals with deadly or debilitating diseases, feeding on decomposing biomass.

I estimated that my control over the butterfly broke at around five miles. This distance pleased me; it would be helpful for many of my secret plans.

Returning to Winterfell for lunch, I pondered whether I should reveal my powers to my family. The situation was complicated. On one hand, I wouldn't have to hide what I could do. However, on the other hand, it might not be wise for everyone to know.

First, I needed to learn more about my powers. Once I knew my effective range and limits, I would consider revealing them to my family—first to my parents, then perhaps to some of my siblings, though that would be far in the future.

For now, I would continue to test and refine my abilities, preparing for the challenges ahead.

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Chapter 4: Chapter 4: A New Day and Difficult Decisions.

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Winterfell.

Robb Stark.

I woke with the first light of the day, missing the convenience of a cell phone or alarm to ensure I was proactive in my new life.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I allowed my thoughts to focus on the daunting task ahead: deciding whether I should finally reveal my newfound powers to my parents and how to approach it.

The idea had kept me awake for much of the previous night. I was torn between the desire to share my abilities with my family, who had always supported me, and the fear of the unknown repercussions this revelation could bring.

Unlike Taylor's experiences in Worm, I didn't share her strained relationships with family or the inherent distrust of those in power, so her example wouldn't guide me through this situation.

"How can I convince them that my powers are a blessing, not a curse?" I wondered quietly as I got up and dressed for the day ahead.

Glancing at myself in the mirror, I nervously adjusted my hair. While my physical appearance did not matter compared to what I was about to divulge, the gesture provided a moment of calm before facing the conversation.

Descending the stairs to the dining hall, I anticipated finding my family gathered for breakfast. The giant oak table was partially set, with my parents and some servants preparing for the morning meal. My siblings had yet to arrive.

I paused at the threshold, watching my parents with affection. I knew everything would change once I revealed the truth about my powers.

Approaching the table, both Ned and Catelyn greeted me with warm smiles. Sitting down, I felt uneasy despite my efforts to conceal it. Catelyn noticed my concern and glanced at Ned, who sensed my discomfort.

After a few minutes of eating, Ned finally broke the silence.

"Robb, son, is everything alright?" Ned asked calmly. "You seem a bit distracted this morning."

Pausing for a moment, feeling the weight of the decision I was about to make, I knew I couldn't delay the conversation any longer.

"Father, Mother," I began carefully, "I want to talk to you about something. But I'd prefer to do it privately, in your solar, father."

Ned nodded, noting the seriousness in my expression. "I understand. Let's finish eating, and then we'll go to the study."

The meal passed silently as I struggled to focus on the dishes. Though my mind was elsewhere, I tried to savor each bite before revealing my secret.

Once everyone finished, Ned led me to his study, with Catelyn following with a concerned look.

Once we were all inside and the door closed behind us, Ned turned to me with a questioning look.

"Robb, what is it you want to discuss with us? And why did you not want to speak about it with others present?" Ned asked, keeping his voice low to encourage me to speak candidly.

Taking a moment to gather my thoughts, I began slowly.

"Father, mother... there's something I recently discovered," I started, my voice wavering slightly. "It's difficult to explain, but I feel you should know."

Catelyn approached me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Robb, you can trust us. Whatever it is, we'll face it together."

Grateful for my parent's support, I took a deep breath before continuing.

When I woke up, I discovered I had a special ability," I revealed. I can control insects and... create them."

There was a moment of silence as Ned and Catelyn absorbed my words. Ned furrowed his brow slightly, trying to process the information.

"Insects..." Ned murmured, searching for words. "Are you a skinchanger, my son? But I don't recall Old Nan's stories about them controlling insects, only animals, and not creating them. What exactly does this mean?"

I proceeded to explain how I had come to discover my powers and some of the things I had been able to do so far. Catelyn listened attentively.

"Robb, this is... hard to believe," Catelyn finally said, choosing her words carefully. "Are you sure about what you're saying? Is it safe?"

I nodded seriously. "Yes, mother. I'm sure. It's a power I can use to protect Winterfell, our family." Gesturing subtly, I demonstrated by controlling a few insects I had with me: flies, butterflies, and a couple of spiders.

Ned ran a hand through his beard, clearly deep in thought. "Robb, this is something that needs to be handled very carefully. I understand you have good intentions, but..."

I interrupted, trying to convey my conviction. "I know, father. I'm not certain of all the implications, but I believe I can use this to help. It could be an advantage for Winterfell, especially now with the challenges ahead."

Catelyn looked at me with a mix of pride and maternal concern. "Robb, we need to think carefully about how to handle this. It's not something we can take lightly."

Ned nodded slowly. "I agree with Cat. This is something we need to investigate further before making any decisions."

I nodded, understanding their concerns. Despite hoping for understanding and support, I knew my parent's doubts were justified, and caution was necessary.

"I understand, Mother, Father," I said sincerely. "I just wanted to be honest and show you I'm trying to do the right thing."

Ned placed a reassuring hand on my hair. "We appreciate that, son. Now, go rest. Tomorrow, we'll think about how to proceed together."

In the end, though the future remained uncertain, I knew I had taken the first step toward acceptance and understanding from my family.

The next day

After the conversation with my parents in Ned's study, I felt relieved to have shared my secret with them. Knowing I had my family's support meant a lot to me.

Deciding it was time to demonstrate more of what I could do, I mentally prepared myself that afternoon, gathering a select group of insects I had created.

I needed to showcase not only the existence of my abilities but also their potential strategic uses for Winterfell.

I went down to Winterfell's central courtyard, where I found my father, Ned, busy overseeing some guard training. Catelyn was nearby, conversing with servants as she watched the rest of the Stark children playing in the yard.

Ned looked up as I approached, noting the seriousness in my eyes.

"Robb," Ned greeted. "Is everything alright?"

Deciding to reveal more about my abilities, despite feeling nervous, I knew it was the right time after our discussion in Ned's study.

"Father, mother," I began, looking at them seriously. "I want to show you something, but I'd prefer to do it somewhere no one can see us."

Ned and Catelyn exchanged glances, silently acknowledging my request. They followed me through Winterfell, away from the central courtyard and the curious eyes of servants and guards.

I led them to a small clearing in the wolfswood, where we occasionally went for private conversations.

"What do you want to show us, Robb?" Ned asked, watching me closely.

Closing my eyes for a moment, I focused on my power. Slowly, small groups of insects appeared around me: butterflies, bees, beetles, ants, and various northern insects.

Ned and Catelyn watched as the insects obeyed my subtle gestures, forming patterns and performing specific tasks under my control.

"This is... incredible," Catelyn murmured, impressed.

Ned nodded slowly. "Robb, how many can you control like this?"

Feeling more confident as I demonstrated what I could do, I explained, "All of them, father. I can control all the insects within my range. Not only that, but I can also command them to perform various tasks. From gathering information to patrolling our borders, these insects could be our eyes and ears where humans can't easily reach."

The Starks continued to watch as the insects executed coordinated movements and collected small samples of biomass scattered on the ground.

"Robb, this has incredible potential," Ned admitted, impressed by the strategic implications of my abilities. "But it's also a tremendous responsibility. What else can you do with this power?"

Carefully considering my words, I replied, "I've been thinking about that. Besides surveillance, I could use insects to gather resources, spy on our enemies, and even, if absolutely necessary, as a form of defense."

"Assassination, really, Robb? I thought I taught you better than that. That is dishonorable. We're not the Lannisters," said Ned, shaking his head when he heard his heir giving that example.

"I will do everything I can to protect our family, Father. We are Starks, not Arryns," I said, unwilling to change my stance.

"I understand your concern for our family's safety, but we cannot resort to assassination. It goes against everything we stand for. There are other honorable ways to ensure our protection."

"You speak of honor, father, but what good is honor if our family is in danger? What if the Greyjoys decide they want Sansa as a salt wife? Or if the wildlings want Arya? I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. If that means removing a threat quietly, I will not hesitate," I said, shaking my head to emphasize his point.

Ned threw his hands in the air and raised a cautionary hand. "Robb, we must tread carefully. We must uphold our principles, even in the face of danger." He took a deep breath to calm himself, dropping the subject immediately since he didn't want to think about that situation.

"I understand, father," I responded, acknowledging his concern. "But I also need to protect our family and Winterfell. If that means unconventional methods, I'll do what's necessary."

Catelyn approached me and embraced me tenderly. "Robb is right, my love."

"Robb, we've always taught you to be responsible," Catelyn said gently. "But this... this is something completely new for us."

Nodding, I felt the weight of the responsibility I had taken on by sharing my secret with them. "I know, mother. But I want to use this to protect Winterfell and our family."

"We're here to support you, Robb," Ned assured me. "But always remember to consider the consequences of your actions."

The afternoon continued with me demonstrating more abilities as we discussed potential uses and limitations. For Ned and Catelyn, accepting this new reality was a significant adjustment, but it was also an opportunity to strengthen Winterfell's defense against the challenges ahead.

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Chapter 5: Chapter 5: Broadening my horizons.

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Winterfell.

Robb Stark

Upon waking up, I pondered what to do. My insects were working hard to obtain biomass and procreating with each other, but I had nothing to do. My best idea was to fill the void in my knowledge, so I headed to the library.

I knew that with the Citadel's monopoly on knowledge, finding many books would take a lot of work. Still, I hoped that being the seat of power of House Stark, there would be a large quantity for me to learn about my house's history and alliances.

Considering that Luwin gave his life to save Bran in the future, I hope to change; I would expect to have him as a confidant, but I'm still not sure if I should tell him about my powers; the Citadel, in general, hated magic and had done some terrible things to erase it from the world.

But I could use his attachment to our family to win him over. Still, I avoid talking about my powers, choosing only to study the crucial houses of Westeros and things I need to know in the future.

The Library of Winterfell

I was amazed by the size and the number of books and parchments in Winterfell library. Because of how remote the North was, the Citadel didn't have much pull in this place.

Maester Luwin greeted me with a warm smile.

"Will the wonders ever cease?" Maester Luwin said jokingly, "I never thought the young heir would enter the library without Lord Stark making you attend the lectures."

"I need to fill the gaps in my memory, maester," I told him, and it was true. I didn't know anything about my house, only snippets about wars they fought and things that would happen in the future. But about the past? I was utterly clueless.

"Come on, then, young Robb. Sit with me," said the Maester, pointing towards an empty chair in the table he was using.

In a quiet corner of the library, surrounded by tomes, I sat next to Maester Luwin. The maester, with his accumulated wisdom over the years, began to explain to me the history of the Northern houses and their lineages, mentioning historical facts and prominent figures.

"Maester Luwin," I began, "there are many things I must know; as you know, much of my knowledge has disappeared due to the blow, and I want to study; I don't want to feel useless. I am the heir to Winterfell, I will be the next Lord Stark, and I cannot lead the North without the necessary knowledge."

Maester Luwin raised an eyebrow with interest, watching me as I continued.

"I think the first topic I should learn about is the Northern houses," I continued. "I would like to learn more about their histories and relationships with my family over the years. Could you recommend some specific texts that would help me better understand the relationships between the houses?"

The maester nodded understandingly.

"Of course, Robb," Luwin replied. "We have detailed records that will be of great help to you. The chronicles of alliances, conflicts, and pacts between the Stark, Bolton, Umber, Mormont, and other lineages are essential for understanding the political history of the North."

I listened attentively as the maester continued explaining each text's relevance and the importance of understanding historical relationships to grasp the present.

"Additionally," Luwin added, pointing to a nearby section of maps, "we have detailed maps that could help you visualize the territories and resources available in Winterfell and its surroundings."

I nodded gratefully, absorbing every word from the maester as it was a crucial lesson for my future as Lord of Winterfell.

"Thank you, Maester Luwin," I said sincerely. "Your guidance is important to me."

Luwin smiled. "I am here to guide you in your quest for knowledge, Robb. Do not hesitate to contact me if you have more questions or need further information."

With that promise, I thanked Maester Luwin. I immersed myself even deeper in the library, determined to absorb all the knowledge I could about the Northern houses and their complex relationships.

I delved deeply into the ancestral history of my own house, sitting beside

a window that let in the soft afternoon sunlight.

Carefully flipping through an old book titled "The Starks of Winterfell: A History," I was fascinated by the pages that described the legendary origins of House Stark in the days of the ancient Age of Heroes.

"The House Stark," I murmured as I read, "Founded by Brandon the Builder, who raised the walls of Winterfell and established House Stark as the guardians of the North."

Brandon, the builder, was one of the most important characters in Game of Thrones; everything he accomplished paved the way to the present; the Wall he created with the help of the first man and the children of the forest protected us from the actual threat in the beyond. People in the present think that it was built to protect us of the free folk, but in truth, it was enhanced with magic to prevent the white walkers from entering the land of the living.

I marveled at the stories of the Stark ancestors, the early lords who had shaped the fate of Winterfell and its lands. I read about the early kings of the North and their feats, like the legendary King Jon Stark, who unified the Northern houses and defended the North from the incursions of the Free Folk beyond the Wall.

As I progressed through the pages, I discovered detailed accounts of the great battles that had shaped my house's history. The Battle of the Thousand Streams, where the Starks defeated the river kings and secured their dominion over the lands of the Trident. I also read about the fierce resistance of the Starks during Aegon the Conqueror's Conquest, when King Torrhen Stark knelt before the dragon to save his people from destruction.

One of the kings that surprised me was the story of Brandon the Burner, as, according to the book, he was responsible for why the North was weak against naval attacks in the present. Bran the Burner was a king who led the North when the Ironborn decided to attack the North for resources and saltwives.

The King decided to create a great fleet to fight the Ironborn outside of the North, but he made a drastic decision to ensure the fleet made for the North could not be used by the Ironborn. He decided to Burn the entire fleet to destroy the attackers and prevent their use against them.

The book also mentioned the internal revolutions that had shaken House Stark over the centuries. I read about the Hornwood Rebellion when House Stark intervened to resolve disputes and restore peace in the North. I also paused at the Iron Rebellion, an internal conflict that threatened to divide the Northern lands until Stark intervened to restore order and unity.

As the afternoon wore on, I absorbed more of my house's history. The Starks were not only guardians of the North but also protectors of their people and defenders of justice. Each page reminded me of my future Lord of Winterfell's responsibility and the importance of learning from my ancestors' mistakes and triumphs.

I closed the book momentarily and rose from the table to search for a book on Stark's allies.

I delved deeper into Winterfell's library's books, learning stories about the allied houses of the North. I read dusty volumes detailing the family lines of Houses Umber, Mormont, Manderly, and other nobles who shared the vast and cold domain of the North with the Starks.

I discovered that the Umbers, famous for their ferocity in battle, had been trusted allies in numerous wars against external enemies. The Mormonts, known for their bravery and loyalty, had sent warriors to fight alongside the Starks on many occasions, from the Wars Beyond the Wall to the Ironborn raids on the northern coasts.

The Manderlys, expert traders, and astute politicians, had built a prosperous White Harbor city and were pillars in the North's economy. They were the wealthiest house in the North, and I started thinking about ways the Starks could rise on the ladder.

The North was poor, and it had many virgin lands that were unused. When I earned the trust of my parents, I started making changes to give the peasants a better life.

Taking meticulous notes, I drew connections between the houses, their mottos, and their historical actions. I recognized the importance of understanding my allies' motivations and strengths to forge a stronger bond in times of peace and war.

Next day

I returned to the library with a brief greeting to Maester Luwin, who nodded kindly. After paying my respects to the maester, I delved into the shelves, searching for knowledge about biology, medicine, and flora and fauna of the North.

Understanding more about these subjects would broaden my general understanding and offer me new perspectives on how to use my abilities more effectively to benefit Winterfell and its inhabitants.

Consuming medical plants with my insects would allow me to create many beings that will have the same properties as the plants. For example, mosquitoes, when they bite, provide an amount of adrenaline, or if I consume the milk of the poppy, I'll have an effective painkiller to use when needed.

I selected several ancient books covering a wide range of topics, from the anatomy and physiology of Northern creatures to the medicinal properties of local plants. I immersed myself in detailed studies of the animal species that inhabited the surrounding forests and mountains, learning about their behaviors, habitats, and roles within the ecosystem.

In addition, I consulted manuscripts on traditional healing methods used by maesters and healers of the North over the centuries. Improving my understanding of medicine and biology would help me explore new ways to use my powers and prepare me to face future challenges that might require creative and swift solutions.

Healthcare in Westeros was a joke; the healers and what posed like that in this land knew about the importance of cleanliness, but they couldn't enforce it.

Peasants didn't bathe, or they did it sporadically; nobles were the same. They bathed more constantly than peasants, but they also bathed in incense or perfumes to hide the stench they must have.

Life expectancy was low, even more so in the North, since winter was dangerous to everyone, and people couldn't maintain their diet without food. Children died because of malnutrition or exposure to the weather. Most healers used a combination of herbs, potions, and a narrow knowledge of surgical techniques. A lot of prayers, too.

A typical cold could kill people without treatment, and it was a complete mess that I had to change for the better in the future.

As I started planning ways to change healthcare, I noticed that the sun was beginning to set on the horizon.

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Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Starks Interlude.

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Catelyn Stark

I looked at Ned worriedly as we watched Robb leave the library with a stack of books under his arm.

"Ned, don't you think Robb spends too much time on these studies? He's just a boy; he should be playing outside with the others," I voiced my concern.

Ned adjusted the scrolls on his desk before responding.

"I understand your concerns, Cat. But ever since he lost his memories, he seems to have an insatiable hunger for knowledge. We can't deny him that opportunity to learn, especially if it might help him understand his abilities. We must wait for Maester Luwin to allow him to resume his practices with Jory."

I nodded slowly, acknowledging Ned's point.

"I know, but I worry he's pushing himself too hard. Sometimes, I see him in those books until late at night."

Ned came closer and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"We indeed need to be cautious, but we must also understand what's happening. Robb has shown extraordinary abilities, and we must consider how best to support him."

I sighed, looking out the window overlooking Winterfell's courtyard where the children were playing.

"I guess you're right, Ned. But I don't want him to feel alone in all of this. He needs someone he can trust to talk to about his powers."

Ned nodded, furrowing his brow as he contemplated the situation.

"I agree. Robb has us for the moment. I want to exclude others since everyone else is just a viability. Many other lords would enjoy having someone with those abilities at their beck and call."

Grateful for Ned's support, I nodded in agreement.

"Yes, we need to keep it a secret. I can't imagine our life having to fend off assassin after assassin."

Ned smiled.

"Me neither, my love. We need to be careful about our movements. I can assure you there are no spies from other houses in Winterfell. "

"Are you sure there could be spies in our castle, Ned?" I asked, afraid of his answer.

"I can't say there aren't, Cat. We don't mesh well with our Southern neighbors, they are too busy playing their games, but my father always cautioned me of the dangers of dealing with them" Ned said, taking my hand in his to show his support. "The good thing is, with Robbs's new powers, he'll be able to find every single one before long. Maybe there will be a moment that we'll know we will be surrounded by only people we can trust."

Arya Stark

I knew something bigger than what we were told was happening at Winterfell. I noticed my parents acted differently when they mentioned Robb, so being the best little sister in the world, I decided to investigate what was going on. I had been watching Robb for days from a distance where I was sure he couldn't see me. I noticed he spent most of his day in the library, talking to Maester Luwin or reading boring books.

Robb had lost much of his memory, but I still knew him well. Robb had never been interested in books; he preferred to play and joke around with Theon or practice swordplay with Jon, Jory, and the others. As I considered various possibilities of what might be happening, I noticed a minute later that Robb had disappeared. That was when I felt a firm hand on my shoulder and heard a whisper.

"Arya, what do you think you're doing?" Robb asked, with a smile on his face.

"You scared me, you idiot!" I exclaimed, turning around and attempting to hit Robb's shin.

I did not know how he knew what I would do, so I was surprised he sidestepped my kick.

"You're so predictable, Arya. Trying to hit your dear brother, hm?" Robb laughed as he let me go and ruffled my hair.

"Hmph, I hate you," I said, crossing my arms and pouting at him.

"Hahaha, you're so cute, Arya. Now, why don't you answer me? What were you thinking following me for the last few days?" Robb asked, stepping back from me and looking into my eyes.

"Robb, you've changed. You spend so much time in the library now and no longer play or joke with Theon or practice with Jon. Also, I see our parents acting suspiciously when they talk about you. I haven't heard what they're saying yet, but I know something's going on, and I want to know," I finally explained what I was doing, I didn't like change, and I was preoccupied that something big was happening.

"Don't worry, little sister. It's not anything bad. It's just the memory loss made me realize how disqualified I am for when I'm the next Lord Stark," Robb said seriously. "Besides, increasing my knowledge will make the North prosper. I have so many ideas for changes that will benefit us."

"Alright, Robb. I'll wait for you guys to explain... But besides that, how did you know I was following you? I know I was very stealthy, and you were looking the other way," I asked, looking at Robb with doubt.

Robb simply laughed, turned around, and continued walking towards his bedroom with his last words, "I'm just him, little sister. Nothing escapes my sight."

Maester Luwin

I walked uncertainly towards Lord Stark's study, wondering why I had been summoned. There was still half a moon to deliver his tax report, even longer until winter arrived, and Robb was recovering at a surprising speed.

I knocked on the study door and waited until I heard Lord Stark's voice, allowing me to enter.

"Come in," Lord Stark's voice was heard.

Upon opening the door, I was surprised to see Lady Catelyn and Robb in the study.

"Maester Luwin, we want to ask you to start teaching Robb. He wants to learn as if he were an acolyte," said Lord Stark.

"Lord Stark, where is this coming from? Learning to be a Maester is no simple feat. And while I know Robb is as intelligent as other acolytes I've seen in the citadel, it requires intensive learning that will prove difficult for him". I explained.

"I want to learn, maester. If I had that knowledge, I'd be able to change a lot of situations in the North when I become Lord Stark. If I were to know about medicine, politics, and economics as good as you, maester, there will be a good chance I'll become what the North needs to progress," said Robb, the heir to Winterfell, unaware of the impact of his words on me.

Catelyn Stark simply smiled, surprised but pleased to see how Robb explained his dreams to become the best lord stark in history.

"Of course, Robb. I will teach you. I will not lie; it will probably be hard for you. But if you truly want to learn, I'll give it my all to teach you. It might be interesting to see what a well-learned Lord is capable of. No offense, Lord Stark," I said, asking for forgiveness for my faux pas.

"No need to ask for forgiveness, Maester. I'm also curious to see what height Robb can reach when he completes his training," said Lord Stark, smiling in his usual impassive expression.

"Now we must discuss how Robb will continue with his maester studies," said Lord Stark as he presented me a parchment to jolt down ideas.

"Well, to begin with, milord, Robb must prepare with the necessary basic knowledge to start his training. I need Robb to be able to read and write without errors. I will probably teach him other important languages like High Valyrian, the Old Tongue, and Braavosi, which are crucial. The advantages they will bring Robb when he becomes Lord Stark will be immense," I explained, thinking about how to start his training.

"After the important languages, Robb should learn about medicine, as this subject is very relevant, especially in the North. The number of peasants dying here due to winter is too great. In addition to medicine, I would teach him about engineering to implement ideas that come to mind."

"Yes, that's good, Maester. What else do you think will be important?" asked Lord Stark.

"Robb will also need to learn about the land he will rule in the future, about geography and food production in our lands," said the Maester, who continued writing on the parchment about the topics he would need to explain.

"I think that is enough to begin his training, milord. I will take my leave to prepare for his classes." I told Lord Stark, rising from my chair.

"Oh, and Robb? I'm proud of this decision, and I'm excited to see what you are capable of," I told the heir of Winterfell as I took my leave to my chamber.

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