Game Of Thrones: A Wizard In The World Of Westeros (ASOIF)

"Where else, then?" I pointed to the bottom of the map, to a large desertland called Dorne. "You think this is where the red priest comes from?"

"Possible, but uncertain." Erebus replied. "It could be that the North North and Dorne are the seats of power of those two... factions, as it were. However, it could be anywhere to the east as well. There are no shortages of desertlands in this world."

I swore, realizing he was right. "You're right."

"We need more information." Erebus insisted again. "There's no way to get a hold of the situation without learning about the land. Who controls what? Who are the most important people? What history does this place have? Information to that effect."

I nodded, and we spent another ten minutes discussing the third faction, those children I'd seen at the end. They didn't seem threatening, but it was the least threatening things which ended up being the most dangerous of all.

Best example? Wormtail. The rat was so non threatening that nobody thought he could be a Death Eater. Sirius paid with over a decade in prison. My mother and father paid with their lives.

I shook off these thoughts, before rolling the map up and shrinking it with a tap of my wand, placing it in one of my pockets, and exiting the room.

There was a lot of work to be done; a lot of... research— I shivered involuntarily.

But, for now, more food and rest.

I would need it, if I were to go to the North North.

§We are not calling it the North North!§ Balthazar raged some more.

Heh.

….

A week had passed since I had arrived to this new world. In the first few days, I followed Erebus' advice and sought out books and information on the necessary subject, despite my own reluctance.

But you have to do what you have to do to survive, and so I pored over the tomes in my afternoons as Balthazar curled up on the bed. I tried not to think about all of the people I left behind, but my mind unwillingly kept straying back to them.

I found myself looking at the doorway from time to time, expecting Sirius, Remus, or Daphne there, only to sigh in weariness when no one came.

They were not here. If I failed, I would never see them, again.

So, I kept reading, learning, understanding.

The history books were surprisingly interesting, considering that the history I learned in Hogwarts tended to send me to sleep— but then again, with a ghost constantly droning on and on, it really wasn't all that surprising.

As far as I understood, this continent was occupied by a race of diminutive humans called the Children of the Forest, a people gifted with supernatural powers— though there are no specifics— who lived in Westeros since the existence of life, I assumed. There was also another race, though they were far fewer in number: Giants.

They all lived off of the land; hunting, gathering, farming, and they worshipped faceless, nameless Gods of the forest, stream and stone. They carved faces in weirwood trees— I would have to find one and examine it— bone white trees with red leaves and sap. Were these the children I saw in the void after clashing my will against that of the deities?

I had a feeling it really was.

No matter.

At any rate, Westeros was invaded by Essos, another country to the East, by a race of people that would later be known as The First Men. These people crossed the Arm of Dorne, land which connected the land of Dorne to Essos— and which was later magically destroyed by the Children of the Forest.

The two people warred for centuries, possibly millennia, until a pact was formed between them at the Isle of Faces— which I found easily enough on my map, which started something called the Age of Heroes.

That was another place I should visit, beside the Wall.

Speaking of the Wall... It was known to be one of the Nine Man-Made Wonders in the known world, and there was some heavy history behind it.

Some unknown time after the pact formed at the Isle of Faces, the Long Night came— that was something else I found interesting, the summers and winters here were measured in years, not months— a winter which supposedly lasted for a whole generation, laying waste to the people through famine and terror.

It was apparently caused by a race of ice demons, called the Others. The Darkness with blue eyes, I assumed. They were considered to be strange, beautiful, and even elegant, possessing flesh as pale as milk and eyes as bright as blue stars.

I nodded unconsciously in agreement with the description.

The author cautioned the reader to take these descriptions with a grain of salt, as there were no real proofs to these matters as the tome was written many ages after the Long Night.

Then, it went on to say that these Others were capable of raising the dead to fight the living, and possessed razor-thin swords made of ice which could shatter any weapon used against it— not that the weapons themselves were of any use against.

That was until it was discovered that weapons made out of dragonglass could kill them.

This started another line of research. Dragons are real, here— or at least, they were until recently, having simply died off. But that's for another time.

So, dragonglass, known as obsidian— oh, never mind, that was easy enough.

Then, back to the Wall, then. It was raised after the combined peoples of the Children of the Forest and the First Men, beat the Others back to whatever pit they crawled out of. 

With the help of the Giants and the magic of the Children of the Forest, a man now known as Brandon the Builder raised the damn thing.