authorsnote: I'm back!

So I've been gone for a long while, and I can only blame too things; a hella busy life & serious writers block. Seriously I have been struggling to write anything for months. But now I'm determined to get back on it! I have missed writing a great deal and cannot wait to bring some more stories to life! I have been thinking of this story idea for a while, and though I know it's been done before I'm hoping to do it with an original twist. This story will be rated T for now, as a precaution as this story will include; gore/graphic language/violence/sex etc. I may raise this to M if I feel its necessary.

So here it is, I hope you enjoy it - please review/follow/fav as all are very encouraging! Also, please do not harp on about grammar/spelling areas, I've never been amazing shakes, and my random writing schedule means taking on a beta would be nigh on impossible, if you really have an issue with a missed comma or the wrong 'where', then feel free to skip this story.

Again thanks for stopping by, and enjoy!

Song recommendations: House Stark Theme, Game of Thrones.


He awoke with a gasp he was sure was heard across the Narrow Sea.

The rush of air into his lungs was sweeter than any maidens kiss, and he vaulted up from the surface he was upon. He noted as he sat up that what had been the hard wood of a table, was now the soft feathers of bed, and as he opened his eyes, he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. He blinked several times, his hands shaking by his sides.

Was this a dream?

He was in Winterfell again, in his old room, not a thing out of place since he had last been between the four walls. He was shaking as he looked around; there was the painting on the wall, a simple landscape of Winterfell that had been a 13th nameday present from his father, then on the opposite wall, another painting of he with his siblings, something his father had commissioned. Jon remembered that day, sitting still for so long whilst Lady Stark glared at him, due to his inclusion. His Father had shut her down when she had tried to ensure he was removed from the image, and thus he was smiling in the painting.

His boots were at the end of the bed, his clothes hanging in the closet opposite… it was as though nothing had changed as he heard a whine and Ghost lept onto the bed, so much smaller now, and yet clearly his loyal companion.

What had happened? The last thing Jon could recall through the murky memories was Castle Black, he reached for a robe then as his shaking continued, and he traced his fingers down his chest searching for scars that weren't present. It was then he noted a distinct lack of scars in general; where was the white line on his hip from a spar with Grenn? Where was the three circles on his shoulder from the arrows Ygritte had sunk into him? It was only then he registered … why was he focusing on the lack of scars, when he should be focusing on his body in general?

He forced himself to his feet; he was shorter by a good few inches, still tall, he had shot up fast in his youth ("Bastards grow quicker" Ser Rodrick had grumbled once), but not as tall as he had been. He still had muscle but not as much, he lacked a beard and his hair was shorter, curly still but shorter. He had lost a lot of strength, and he shook his head once more as he tugged on his robe. He was focusing on the small things, not the big question.

What the hell was he doing back here? He began to pace, glancing out the window he saw the Stark banners on the walls, his Father striding across the courtyard with Maester Luwin, Robb following behind. He felt his eyes grow misty… had it all been a dream? The things he had endured as a man of the Watch? The battles, the fights, the loss of his family? Had it been one long too real dream that he had finally woken from? It made no sense, and Jon couldn't comprehend it, he was certain he was still in some kind of shock, unable to understand what had happened to him, his mind unable to wrap around the two possibilities:

Either it had all been one long, hard dream he was glad to wake up from, or he had somehow been … sent back in time, forced back to a simpler time… perhaps to fix mistakes of the past? "That's insane" He whispered to himself, as he hurriedly went to his private bathroom to clean up, needing to keep busy to stop the violent shakes racking through his body, and in desperate need of some water on his face.

Had he been sent back? Killed by his brothers and somehow ended up back here in Winterfell? A boy once more, not a man of the Watch as he had been? It made no sense, and yet … he was thankful, thankful his Father was still alive, thankful Robb was still a boy, not a Lord burdened with decisions he couldn't make. It was then he thought of Arya, Bran, Rickon, gods even Sansa! All alive and well, and a smile managed to push through the shock on his features. Perhaps he shouldn't question whatever had happened and simply be thankful? He was home, everyone was well… should he be worrying about such a thing? Shouldn't he simply be happy?

But then, Jon had always been broody, and he couldn't help but wonder, who wouldn't? His last memory was one of betrayal by his brothers, and now he was a boy once more, not a hardened man of the watch. He was sure it had all been real; Ygritte, Sam, Pyp, Ed, Grenn… it had all felt so real, the bloodshed, Ygritte's touch… it had all been so real, and he realised with a heavy heart and even more confusion … there was no way it had all been a dream.

He spashed some water on his face and once clean he dressed quickly, breeches, socks, his boots, a black tunic and white furs over his shoulders with a black cloak hanging down. He hesitated at the door before securing his weapons belt at his waist; his sword and dagger hanging from the loops. He knew it would seem strange, carrying weapons in his home but … regardless of whether it had been a dream or not, Jon didn't feel right not having them on him. Running a hand through his hair, he made for the door, only to find it locked.

He raised an eyebrow then; the locking mechanism wasn't in use, and so he tugged again, and again, but the door remained stiffly shut. After a few more tries he kicked at it, and the wood didn't even shudder. "What the…"

Jon began but was cut off immediately by what seemed to be a flash of light. He reeled back, grabbing his dagger from his waist, drawn and ready, until the icy…somehow cold silver light dissolved to reveal something on the bed, nothing special as he walked over, dagger still in hand as he was wary. On the bed sat a book, made of worn leather, on the front was the Stark sigil; the direwolf of Winterfell, and as he flipped it over to inspect it he saw on the back, the Targaryen sigil; the three headed dragon. His brow creased then… how had this come to be here? And why was something with the Targaryen symbol on it, in Winterfell? Or more specifically, in his room?

He felt his best move was to go to his father, tell him of this (though not his possible dream, he knew it would sound insane and didn't fancy Lady Stark's glares as he tried to explain potential time travel, as he was convinced it wasn't a dream he'd endured), and so he made his way to the door, worn book in hand, but once again found it locked. He glanced at the book, then back at the door and with a sigh sat himself on the bed, evidently he wasn't leaving his room anytime soon.

"I feel like this might be the dream" He muttered to himself, and he automatically went to flip some hair out of his eyes, though none dangled down. That was one downside, he had the body of a boy again, he missed the muscle he had packed on, the strength, and he resolved that whatever was happening that is something he'd get pack; the body of the man he had become, not this greenboy he had been sent back too.

God he was getting distracted again, and so without any further ado he opened the strange book, and as he did the ink seemed to write itself across the first few pages. His eyes widened as he saw such a thing, and he wondered why (though shocked) he was taking everything so well. Perhaps after seeing white walkers come to life, the dead rise and giants march on the wall he was a bit less susceptible to being surprised? Either way, he was thankful, he was sure if this had happened to his old self he would have fainted in shock.

It was then he focused back on the book, and the scrawl now across the pages, and he felt his breath quicken as he read…

Welcome Jon Snow.

You have FIVE lives left, as you are the PTWP you can carry on. All wounds/injuries/afflictions from the last run-through have been reset, as have all traits/statistics/perks. During the last run, you did not activate any checkpoints, (checkpoints are special areas/events that you may use to 'save' your progress, we highly recommend you use them), and thus you start once more at the beginning of the story.

What in the ever-loving f…? What was going on? Lives, wounds, checkpoints? It was gibberish, and yet in some strange way Jon understood. In his old life, he had died, stabbed by his own brothers, was this some kind of reset? Time travel that would allow him to live out life again? It made no sense, and yet somehow it did. God his head was starting to ache. Automatically he reached out to Ghost who was still curled up on the bed next to him and ran his fingers through his fur, such a motion comforted him and he carried on reading

STATISTICS:

Jon Snow: Level 2, (Automatic Level Up).

HP: 100/100 (HP is Health, it will go down if you are injured/tired/underfed)

STR: 10 (STRENGTH, how strong you are).

PER: 5 (PERCEPTION, how well you perceive things).

END: 10 (ENDURANCE, your level of stamina).

CHA: 5 (CHARISMA, ability to charm/sway others).

INT: 5 (INTELLIGENCE, including wisdom).

AGI: 10 (AGILITY, your dexterity).

LUC: 5 (LUCK, how lucky you are).

MAG: 5 (MAGIC, your magical ability).

These are your base stats (each has a potential out of 50, but do not be alarmed by low scores!) as you have been automatically levelled up to level 2, you will have the opportunity to add to these stats later.

Okay he was nodding now, going along with it, as what other choice did he have? This was some kind of evaluation of him it seemed? Perhaps an evaluation of him? Again he was scratching Ghost at the neck, it soothed him, and he pushed on, his eyes taking in everything as he read onward.

Jon Snow.

HERITAGE:

Stark (Mother: Lyanna Stark) / Targaryen (Father: Rhaegar Targaryen)

No! Now that gave him pause, and he automatically placed the book down, and began his pacing again. Had this book, this ... this ... magical device just revealed his parentage? Of course, he couldn't be sure until he asked his Father (and damn right he planned to, he may have the body of a boy but his mind was the man he had been in his other life, he was not some brooding scared boy anymore, and he knew he'd need to be careful not to give away his mature, developed personality; though he didn't know much about what had happened to him, he knew it was likely best to keep it from everyone else).

His mind went back to the words on the page then … so he was still a bastard he guessed, but not the bastard of Eddard Stark, instead he was the product of Rhaegar raping who he had believed to be his Aunt. He sunk to the floor then, his back hitting the wall, his head going into his hands. He felt sick, he had always wished to know of his true heritage, and … and this, was it? He was the product of kidnapping and raping? His Father was an adulterer who'd plunged the kingdoms into war, and his Mother had died because of it? He was shaking even more, and he knew after he had finished with this book he must find his Father, he needed answers.

He went to stand up, but had no need as Ghost came padding over, carrying said book in his mouth. He took it from him, and allowed Ghost to curl up in his lap. That bought a smile to his features; the Ghost he remembered was the size of a horse, hardly able to curl up across his thighs.

Jon Snow.

HERITAGE:

Stark (Mother: Lyanna Stark) / Targaryen (Father: Rhaegar Targaryen)

Stark Bonuses: Resistence to cold, Ability to Warg, Special Weaponary (Greatsword, Mace, Dragonglass – all receive +10 and possibility of quests), +1 STR.

Targaryen Bonuses: Resistence to fire, Ability to tame/hatch dragons, Valyrian Steel Perk (you can spot Valyrian steel with ease/you have a slightly higher chance of finding it, +10 to this skill), +2 MAG.

ROYALTY BONUS:

+1 CHA, as your royalty is unknown you will not receive further bonuses from this area until it is revealed.

PRODUCT OF LOVE BONUS:

+1 LUC, you are a product of two people in love, thus you get a small bonus.

He took another pause then… he supposed it was true, he had discovered his heritage, but the last line stopped him and thankfully took away the sick feeling in his stomach. He was a product of love? That made no sense, he had heard the story, Rhaegar had kidnapped Lyanna and then raped her, leaving her to die of fever in the South. But then… who had heard that story off? Never his father, never Uncle Benjen, that was Lady Stark's story and the servants who mumbled about it. That thought caused his eyebrows to raise…was it possible he wasn't a product of rape? But a product of love? He was shaking once again, and he pulled Ghost closer, these were all questions his father would need to answer, and so he continued.

FURTHER HERITAGE:

First Men / Valyrians.

First Men bonuses: Higher respect from foreigners, Complete resistance to cold (this is void in the Lands of Always Winter), +1 END.

Valyrian bonuses: General wariness from foreigners, Complete resistance to fire, Dragon taming/hatching MUCH easier, Incest is acceptable, -1 LUC.

Distant Essos Heritage.

Essos bonuses (distant): +1 relationship with citizens of Essos, +1 MAG.

Again he paused then, it seemed this tool, this evaluation of him was taking everything into account. Was he still shaking? Yes. He had absorbed a lot of information and questions were flying around his head like birds. This was some kind of tool, something to help him now he had come back, he understood that. What he didn't understand was how to use it, or what he could do with it. He supposed it had been useful already, revealing his parentage, though the revelation had just bought more questions, questions he was burning to ask.

BASTARD STATUS:

Your status as a bastard (at least in the eyes of men), means you have a lower level of respect amongst ALL nobles (except for the Dornish), but a higher level of respect among commoners/peasents.

This status also means your specific relationships will be greatly affected; for example if someone despises bastards your relationship with them will be MUCH lower, but if someone tolerates bastards your relationship with them will be barely affected.

This status also adds -2 CHA, but +1 PER due to your ability to go unnoticed.

SECRET STATUS?:

A SPECIAL QUEST WILL UNLOCK THIS SECTION.

The sight of his bastard status bought a scowl to his lips, he despised the stain of being as such, despised how many people looked down on him for it. Naturally he thought of Lady Stark, but then his eyes widened as he realised; Lady Stark hated him believing him to be her husbands bastard, a disgrace, a sign of his dishonour … but according to this he was no such thing. Was he still a bastard? Yes, but he was not Eddard Stark's bastard. That caused his insides to tighten, and he felt a flare of rage go through him; he'd been treated like dung by Lady Stark his entire life, always excluded, picked on and put down, and the reasons behind her behaviour were false! He felt indignant then, and after his discussion with his now Uncle he would also be having a word with Lady Stark.

Again, he had to remind himself to cool his own temper. He couldn't act like the man he'd become, not when he was covering up this bizarre return to his youth.

With a deep breath, he continued on, once he had all the information, then it would be time to figure out the truth and ask his questions.

RELIGION, PICK ONE:

(You can only pick one religion to follow, conversion is available at a higher level, but extremely difficult, thus we suggest you think carefully).

You have compatibility with the following religions:

The Old Gods (Mother's side).

The Faith of the Seven (Father's side).

Valyrian (Heritage).

R'hllor (PTWP).

He paused then for two reasons. One, he was sure he knew which one to pick immediately. Though not a deeply religious person, Jon did pray and he found comfort in the gods…or at least he had before he had grown up. As time, had gone by Jon had grown to resent the gods if anything, but he shoved that aside for now, perhaps on this new journey he could try to be closer to the gods, to guide him… though he did scoff at his own thoughts then; the gods never got involved in the business of man.

But… but hadn't they? As he read each word he was convinced that he hadn't been dreaming the life he had lived, but rather he had somehow been bought back, from death and through time. Shouldn't that make him believe there was something out there? Someone or something looking out for him? He strained then to remember those last moments, curious as to who had returned him to life, curious as to how it had been done. He strained hard, his eyes closing, his hands clutching the book, and then…

Images flashed before his eyes, his brothers sinking dagger after dagger into his chest, the look on Olly's face as he had plunged the final one into his heart. He heard the howl of a wolf, felt the ground beneath him not cold though it had every right to be. It was then more images flashed over his eyes, red hair … the lady Melissandra, the gruff voice of Ser Davos, the hard voice of Tormund's. He felt hands running over his chest, across his arms, and then booming words that screamed across his forehead

'The ink is dry'

Then his eyes opened abruptly and he was back, back in his room, sat on his bed with Ghost nudging him. He placed a shaking hand onto his direwolf to calm him, and it helped calm the thudding of his own heart along with it. He felt sick, and he was shaking again, he had been bought back, and then sent back, it hadn't been a dream, and as he was calming that same icy, silver glow emitted from the book, and new words were written, but not on the page, rather in mid-air, as though the words were caught in the glow coming from the book. He watched in awe as a delicate scrawl read the following words;

INSIGHTS INTO THE PAST (PERK!).

You have gained a new attribute.

Insights into the past adds +1 INT, and allows you to study your past run-through to understand things about your life. Be wary though, the man who spends too much time in the past may fall into it completely.

Now that was curious, he wasn't even done reading through the book and yet it seemed he had gained some skills. A small smile of sorts crept onto his features; this had to be good didn't it? As much as the images of his death had disturbed him some good had come from it. With a nod of his head, the icy silver glow had now faded, and the words disappeared and he turned back to the book.

However, before he could read any further his eyes caught that strange word again; PTWP. That was the third time it had shown up in the book! He raised an eyebrow flipping back through, before returning to the current page. There was no indication of what it could be or mean, but he would be sure to keep an eye out for it.

He went back to the book once again, his eyes flickering downward.

RELIGION, PICK ONE:

(You can only pick one religion to follow, conversion is available at a higher level, but extremely difficult, thus we suggest you think carefully).

You have compatibility with the following religions:

The Old Gods (Mother's side).

The Faith of the Seven (Father's side).

Valyrian (Heritage).

R'hllor (PTWP).

These are the only religions you currently have compatibility with; unlock other religions as you explore new worlds through quests or perks. You may pick up attributes from other religions, but your key bonuses will come from the religion you publicly choose now.

Bonuses are as follows;

The Old Gods: Higher respect from The Faith of the Seven, Valyrian's and other religions, but disliked by followers of R'hllor. Complete health regeneration available at Weirwood trees, and the Children of the Forest/Greenseers are MUCH more likely to aid you.

The Faith of the Seven: Automatically adds +1 to CHA, Allows you the option of joining the Faith Militant. Disliked by followers of R'hllor, but tolerated by followers of The Old Gods.

Valyrian: High Valyrian is learnt at a significantly faster rate, Higher chance of finding Valyrian Steel. Higher chance of dragon taming/hatching, Incest is allowed, and this religion automatically grants the attribute 'Dragon Dreams' (Semi-prophetic dreams and the ability to look into your dreams for answers).

R'hllor: Lower respect from those of other religions due to R'hllor's lack of religious tolerance. Much higher respect from those living in Asshai/followers of R'hllor. Automatically grants the attribute 'Look into the flames' (Can look into and understand prophecies in fire). Automatically gain +1 MAG, but -1 INT.

He realised as he finished the page this was the first time he was being asked to do something. Furrowing his brow, he read back over. Of course, the obvious choice was the Old Gods, the religion of North-Men, his family and the religion he had been raised with. The perks seemed good as well. However, he couldn't help but cast a glance at R'hllor. If his look into the past was correct it had to be Lady Melissandra who had bought him back, and she was a red priestess of the religion … surely that made it worth considering? Still as he read over it he shook his head; he was of the North, regardless of his newly learned heritage, and he had followed the Old Gods his entire life. With a nod, he looked at the religion he intended to choose, and then he was stumped slightly … how was he supposed to pick it. With a bite down on his lip he pressed his finger to the Old Gods section and to his surprise (and relief), the same icy/silver glow emitted and suddenly the section changed;

RELIGION CHOSEN: THE OLD GODS.

The Old Gods: Higher respect from The Faith of the Seven, Valyrian's and other religions, but disliked by followers of R'hllor. Complete health regeneration available at Weirwood trees, and the Children of the Forest/Greenseers are MUCH more likely to aid you. CHOSEN RELIGION.

The Faith of the Seven: Automatically adds +1 to CHA, Allows you the option of joining the Faith Militant. Disliked by followers of R'hllor, but tolerated by followers of The Old Gods. REFUSED – ABILITY TO UNLOCK FAITH BONUSES STILL POSSIBLE THROUGH QUESTS, HOWEVER YOU HAVE GIVEN UP ALL RIGHT TO BECOME A SEPTON/JOIN THE FAITH MILITANT.

Valyrian: High Valyrian is learnt at a significantly faster rate, Higher chance of finding Valyrian Steel. Higher chance of dragon taming/hatching, Incest is allowed, and this religion automatically grants the attribute 'Dragon Dreams' (Semi-prophetic dreams and the ability to look into your dreams for answers). REFUSED – ABILITY TO UNLOCK VALYRIAN BONUSES STILL POSSIBLE THROUGH QUESTS. DUE TO THE FAMOUS 'VALYRIAN RELIGIOUS TOLERANCE' THIS RELIGION HAS A SYNCRATIC ABILITY AT A HIGHER LEVEL.

R'hllor: Lower respect from those of other religions due to R'hllor's lack of religious tolerance. Much higher respect from those living in Asshai/followers of R'hllor. Automatically grants the attribute 'Look into the flames' (Can look into and understand prophecies in fire). Automatically gain +1 MAG, but -1 INT. REFUSED – DUE TO R'HLLOR'S LACK OF TOLERANCE FOR OTHER RELIGIONS THE ABILITY TO GAIN R'HLLOR BONUSES IS NOW LOCKED. HOWEVER, BECAUSE YOU ARE THE PTWP YOU MAY RECEIVE SPECIFIC BONUSES FROM THIS RELIGION THROUGH SPECIAL QUESTS.

There it was again! The strange collection of letters – PTWP. He shook his head, and turned the page, this felt like a bit too much and yet he knew he had to continue, and thus he did, confused but happy with his choice of religion.

YOUR CURRENTLY BASE: WINTERFELL.

This gives you the following bonuses (remember, bonuses change wherever you are living in the world, you will only receive these bonuses as long as you remain where you are. Similar places have similar bonuses, but foreign places will have extremely different bonuses).

Place to store items (Jon's bedroom).

Bed to sleep in – due to the quality of the bed, each night you sleep in it will fully restore your health (though will not cure poisoning, or heal injuries, for this you must see a Maester or as a follower of the Old Gods go to a Weirwood tree).

Ability to look into the history of the Stark's and the First Men, and the ability to gain further attributes/skills related to; The North, the Starks, the First Men.

Closer relationships with the Starks/Northern families, but more distant relationships with Southerners.

Current Inventory:

10 gold dragons, 20 silver stags (held in coin purse).

Boots (high quality).

Sword (named _).

Dagger (named _).

A Game of Thrones (cannot be removed or destroyed).

Jon paused once more to take stock of things. It was nice to see he got bonuses for living with the Stark's even if he wasn't officially one. It was also nice to have a rundown of his inventory (though he gathered it was just for things he was carrying). He did glance at the last item, he had never heard of such a thing before but it wasn't hard to guess what it was; the book in his hands. He nodded then, absorbing more information as he went before turning the page, his eyebrows shooting up and a smile creeping onto his features as he read over the next section.

ATTRIBUTES:

Attributes are special perks you may gain through levelling up, completing specific quests, levelling up your combat abilities, randomly or through reading 'special' books. You start with 0 but may pick 3 from the following 6 to add. Perks can be random/come from heritage/religion/status. Your first perks are available from the latter 3. Also be aware, not all perks will show up, better perks become available as you level up.

Walk with direwolf's (First Men perk), +5 relationship with ALL direwolf's, Higher ability of warging with direwolf's, +10 to 'animal knowledge' and +20 to warging.

Fly with dragons (Valyrian perk), +5 relationship with ALL dragons, -5 relationship with all other creatures. +10 to magic knowledge, +5 to animal knowledge.

Speak the tongue (Valyrian perk), +50 to high Valyrian speaking/reading/writing (making you competent in all areas), +10 relationship with other Valyrians.

Accepting your status (Bastard perk), -1 CHA, +1 PER, -20 relationship with those who do not tolerate bastards, +5 relationship with those who do.

The faces (Old Gods perk), +2 INT, +1 MAG, Ability to warg into Weirwood trees to understand the past (though this is a GREAT drain on health), -5 relationship with followers of other religions.

Home is the heart (Winterfell perk), Unlock the map of the North, including quest icons, valyrian steel spots and 'danger' areas.

A home away from home (Valyrian perk), Unlock the map of Valyria, including quest icons, valyrian steel spots, dragon dens and 'danger' areas. This will also unlock the SPECIAL QUEST: THE DOOM.

As he looked over the attributes he didn't even take a moment to be surprised, instead he felt excitement! He could get any of these! He glanced then at how many he could choose; three. With a nod his eyes began to scroll over each one in turn.

The first to be picked was 'Walk with direwolf's' he glanced at Ghost then with a smile, of course he'd pick a skill that helped him with his ever faithful companion. He ignored the dragon one completely, he may have been half dragon, but what use were dragons? Though not gone from the world, he only knew of three, three that were no use to him, all bonded to the Targaryen girl across the Narrow sea, the one they'd heard whispers about even as far North as the Wall. That was enough to distract him, he had a living family member left on his Fathers side … Daenerys he'd heard her be called, his Aunt. It was then he remembered too, he had Aemon, alive again at Castle Black and his Grandfather. By gods, he'd spent years with the man and never realising…but now he knew.

He had family from his Father's side and his Mother's. A feeling of warmth blossomed in him then, he wasn't as isolated as he had thought, he knew his Mother … well he may never have known her in person but he'd heard small stories about her, and it made him smile, the idea that he know knew some things about his Mother, it was better than nothing.

With a shake of his head he went back to his choices, and after selecting 'Walk with direwolf's' and disregarding the dragon perk he moved on, though he understood that 'Speak the tongue' and 'Accepting your status' could be useful, he was drawn more to 'The faces', another religious perk that seemed too good to be true, and then finally 'Home is the heart' seemed the obvious choice, as he felt he'd have no need to go to Valyria. With a nod he selected those three; 'Walk with direwolf's', 'The faces', and 'Home is the heart'. He tapped them as he had when choosing a religion and with that same icy blue glow they were 'Unlocked', the rest were greyed out with a small lock symbol by them, though as he read the last words on the page, he realised he could still get those attributes, but only when he earned 'perk points' or unlocked them randomly or through quests.

It seemed he was figuring this whole thing out, and quickly he did a mental run through in his head, he had base stats enhanced by his heritage, religion and attributes, and he could unlock further attributes to raise his stats and give him bonuses. He could also randomly achieve further stats and bonuses, and through quests. With a nod (and trying not to contemplate how strange it all was), he turned to the last few pages.

Jon Snow

HP: 100/100

Level 2: 0/1000XP

BASE STATS:

STR: 11

PER: 6

END: 11

CHA: 4

INT: 8

AGI: 10

LUC: 5

MAG: 9

You may place twenty points in any areas, and you will be able to do this again as you level up (levelling up can be done through completing quests), also as you level up you have the option to add ten points to 'GENERAL' skills for each point you could add to BASE STATS. Thus for each level you can add 10 points to BASE STATS, or 100 points to GENERAL SKILLS (or any mixture as you wish).

He nodded then, and immediately went about adding to each one. Since he maxed out at 50 for each one, he immediately went to strength and rounded it up to 20, hopefully getting him somewhere near where he had been…though he still had to be careful, he had to act as if he were still a boy, though in his mind he was a man grown.

So, he bought strength up by 9, leaving him 11 points. Immediately 2 went in intelligence, followed by 4 in endurance, that only left him 5 points, and with a small sigh he placed 4 into perception, and 1 into charisma to bring it back up. He was annoyed he couldn't add to agility, and he couldn't help but wish he had a way of re-distributing points, after all, what was the point in having magic so high? With a shake of his head he placed the points in, the icy light tingling over him again as he did so, and the stats thus changed.

STR: 20

PER: 10

END: 15

CHA: 5

INT: 10

AGI: 10

LUC: 5

MAG: 9

With a nod, he did feel a twinge of annoyance at his low charisma levels and low agility, but he resolved to get them all up, though his main focus was improving his combat ability again, he still had the training, and the experience but he didn't have the body nor strength of the man who'd killed wildlings, thens and white walkers.

Again he flipped the page, and as expected there were his 'General' skills, it seemed he couldn't add to these now, but it was nice to get a view, and his confidence did pick up as he saw the 'Combat' section.

GENERAL SKILLS:

These are your points in areas you have explored, and more will be shown as you develop more skills. These ARE NOT the same as attributes, as they are all available to you, some just won't show up until you use them (for example, the hunting skill won't show up unless you go on a hunt).

These skills can be heightened by practicing in the certain area/bonuses from attributes/levelling up and using skill points or certain quests.

Be aware all skills are out of a possible /100.

General Knowledge:

Animal Knowledge: 20

Warging: 20

Skinchanging: 0

Magical Knowledge: 20

Knowledge of Westeros:

The North: 50 (Map of the North Unlocked)

The South: 20 (Map Locked – See Quest 'Journey below the Neck')

Beyond The Wall: 40 (Map Locked past Castle Black)

The Iron Islands: 25 (Map Locked)

Knowledge of Essos:

The Free Cities: 30 (Map Locked)

Valyria: 15 (Map Locked - Ability to unlock with perk 'A home away from home')

Slavers Bay: 5 (Map Locked)

Eastern Essos: 10 (Map Locked)

Knowledge of Other Areas:

Summer Isles: 0 (Map Locked)

Sothoryos: 0 (Map Locked)

Ulthos: 0 (Map Locked)

Languages:

Common Tongue -

Reading: 70

Writing: 65

Talking: 80

High Valyrian -

Reading: 0

Writing: 0

Talking: 5

Combat Knowledge:

Sword: 60

Dagger: 50

Greatsword: 20

Valyrian Steel Sword: 70

Bow and arrow: 40

Dragonglass weapons: 10

Mace: 10

Hand to hand combat: 40

Shield usage: 35

Armour wearing: 50

Horse riding: 60

Jousting: 10

His eyes scanned over the area and he couldn't help but feel better. He had been annoyed at his low scores, and yet it seemed he was doing better than he thought! He had 70/100 with Valyrian Steel! (He was guessing because of his extensive use with Longclaw). It was strange it seemed though his specific stats hadn't carried over, some of his skills had. He shook his head; it was confusing to think about, and yet it seemed this new 'play-through' or whatever it had called itself, it had considered his past life, just not in the areas he needed most such as strength.

Still he was pleased, and it seemed he was at the end of the book. As he shut it he heard a click and immediately walked to the door. It swung open with ease and he nodded… it was time to go and see his father, it was time to get answers to his questions, but before he could step a foot over the door, the same icy light hit the book and he quickly reached for it, and opened it to a new page that read 'Quests'.

QUESTS.

Complete Quest's to gain XP to level up, and to unlock attributes and special skills.

Failure of Quest's may lead to negative outcomes, be sure to consider deeply before accepting the Quest.

You currently have (3!) possible quests;

An Uncle's Wisdom.

Talk to your Uncle Eddard about your parentage.

Success: 500XP and a !special item.

Failure: -1 INT.

Your Mother.

Visit your Mother's statue in the Crypt's.

Success: 100XP.

Failure: No Consequence.

Defeat Robb in a fight.

Success: 100XP, 5 Gold Dragons.

Failure: -5 Gold Dragons.

With a nod, he tucked the book into the inner pocket of his cloak but only after selecting the quest to speak to his Uncle (it was odd to call him that), since he figured he was going to do it anyway...why not gain some experience from it? And so, with a deep breath, he secured his weapons belt and stepped out of his room. Quest or no, he needed to speak with his Uncle. His mind was still processing all that had happened, but at the front of his mind were burning questions, and they took precedence over anything else.


Tada!

So as I said not the most original storyline but I'm excited to try it and give it my own twist! I worked hard to make it different from others, though there cant help but be overlap (I took a lot of the framework from fallout 3). I do hope you enjoyed it, and again please review! I would love to hear your thoughts.

Also in case it wasn't clear enough; Jon remembers his old life (yes he did time travel), but is confused about his situation and not processing everything, also though he is shocked, this man has battled ice zombies and seen giants, he's a little more hardened to life and accepting of magic than he was before. I also wanted to make it clear, he has the mind of the man killed (i.e. a fully grown man, commander of the nights watch), but the body of the 17 year old in Winterfell, thus things are going to be weird for him.

Regardless, I've already started on the next chapter & am hoping to have it up soon. Also to those who've read my other fics - I'm currently halfway through an update to 'Journey' and have the framework for the next chapter of 'A Wolf Among Thorns'. So thank you for reading and see you soon!