"Unbelievable! First, they kill off Ser Barristan. Then they turn Bran into an apathetic sociopath, Daenerys into a deranged lunatic, and Jon into a complete idiot," a young man rants in his apartment as he re-watches the Game of Thrones finale.
"So much potential wasted. Jon was literally resurrected with magic, and they've barely mentioned it since. Damn, this is giving me a headache," he mutters, massaging his temples in frustration.
Fed up, he walks over to his PC, powers it on, and launches Skyrim.
His character is a level 121 Orc with every skill fully maxed out
'I wonder how different Game of Thrones would be if it had magic like Skyrim' the young man muses as he plays, his headache still pounding.
After fifteen more minutes of throbbing pain, he finally decides to go to bed, hoping sleep will make it go away.
He lies down, closes his eyes — and then, sees no more.
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A bright light shows up, walking up the young man.
He looks around and finds himself in a vast, white space.
Suddenly, a white being with an outline of his body appears in front of him.
"Hi!" a distorted voice calls out.
"What... what are you? And where am I?" the young man stammers, nervously eyeing the white, shapeless figure before him.
"I go by many names" the being replies, its voice a strange mix of echoes and distortion. "Some call me God. Others, Truth. But that's not what's important right now."
The being's words hit Jonathan like a hammer, his pulse skyrocketing.
"Jonathan Clarkson... you've died. You passed away in your sleep due to a hemorrhagic stroke. The cause? The headaches you've been having these past few days." Truth explains, calm as ever, even as Jonathan's heart sinks.
Memories flood Jonathan's mind — the splitting headaches he brushed off, thinking they were nothing serious.
"Let's get down to business" Truth says, snapping its fingers. A massive wheel appears, floating in the endless white void.
Jonathan stares wide-eyed, reading some of the labels scattered across it.
"When someone dies," Truth begins, gesturing to the wheel, "their soul is weighed — their good and bad deeds tallied — to determine their afterlife. But there are exceptions. People like you... decent souls who've died before their time, whether by accident or, like in your case, an incurable illness. For you, the wheel activates."
They walk toward the wheel, its surface shimmering with names of worlds — some from books, others from movies, games, and shows.
"These souls are considered too 'green' for Heaven or Hell," Truth continues. "So, instead, they get a second chance... through reincarnation. I believe you humans have a few fanfics about this concept." A hint of amusement creeps into Truth's tone as Jonathan's jaw nearly hits the floor.
"You mean... I'll be reincarnated into another world?!" Jonathan blurts, momentarily forgetting that he's dead.
"Correct. Place your hands on the center of the wheel. It will weigh your soul, then spin to decide where you'll go."
Jonathan steps forward, places his hands on the glowing center, and immediately, a golden light surges from his body into the wheel. A soft chime echoes as the wheel unlocks.
Jonathan glances back at Truth, who nods in approval. Taking a deep breath, he spins the wheel.
As it spins, he catches glimpses of familiar names — worlds from books, video games, TV shows, and movies. Then... the wheel slows... and stops.
"Well, let's see..." Truth hums. "Congratulations. You'll be going to the Game of Thrones universe — the TV show version."
Jonathan freezes. His emotions clash — excitement and dread battling in his chest. Sure, it's his favorite show... but it's also a brutal, unforgiving world.
Before he can voice his concerns, the wheel pulses with light again.
"Now... it's time for your boon" Truth announces.
"W-What?" Jonathan stammers.
"When someone is reborn in another world, they receive a boon. The wheel weighs your soul and grants an appropriate gift — sometimes a power, sometimes a tool. It depends on both you and the wheel" Truth explains.
A sudden beam of brilliant light erupts from the wheel, engulfing Jonathan entirely.
"Aghhhh!!" he screams as the light sears through him — a pain that feels like his very soul is being rewritten.
And just as quickly... it's over.
Jonathan staggers, catching his breath. He glances down — his body looks different. Bulkier. Stronger. But more than that... there's something else.
Power. Pure, undeniable power surges through his veins.
Then it hits — a flood of knowledge slams into his brain.
Swordsmanship.
Magic.
Alchemy.
Smithing.
Speechcraft.
Shouts.
And more.
"What... what just happened?" Jonathan gasps.
Truth watches him with mild curiosity. "It appears the wheel has granted you the skills and abilities of the character you obsessed over in that Skyrim game."
Jonathan's eyes widen. "Y-You mean... I'm the Dragonborn? With all my character's abilities?"
Truth nods. "Exactly. Everything you spent hours grinding in that game — it's now yours."
Jonathan barely has time to process this when the wheel glows again. Another beam shoots out — this one burns even worse.
But now... he understands why.
His magical reserves are expanding at a staggering rate. In Skyrim, he could cast high-level spells maybe five or six times in a row. Now... it feels endless.
His mana feels like an ocean — vast, limitless, eternal.
Just as he's trying to process that, the wheel pulses again. But this time... it's different.
A bright red glow spreads across the wheel's surface. Then... something begins to emerge from it.
A floating black book appeared, its cover bound in shadows, and a glowing red gem embedded in its center pulsed ominously.
Before Jonathan could react, the book shot toward him like a bullet, striking him square in the chest — and vanished.
"W-What the hell was that?!" Jonathan shouted, panicked.
Truth remained silent, expressionless — until a wide grin slowly spread across his faceless visage, offering Jonathan no comfort at all.
"It appears you're more interesting than I initially thought," Truth said enigmatically.
"W-What?" Jonathan asked, thoroughly confused.
"Hush now! You're leaving — good luck!" Truth said, waving him off.
"W-Wait! How am I going to Game of Thrones? Will I be reincarnated or just thrown in?!" Jonathan pleaded.
Truth responded only with another unnervingly wide grin.
"That... would be a spoiler. Bye-bye!" he chimed, snapping his fingers.
Jonathan's form dissolved instantly into radiant light — and vanished from the white void.
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End of Chapter
Yep another history that came to me while I was playing Skyrim and was reading some GOT fanfics
Hope you all liked, this is going to be part of my 'second hand' or 'secundary stories', my Main stories take priorities over this ones
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