Fiery Skies and Calm Seas: An ASOIAF SI/OC

Author's note: So... yet another one of my stories to be brought here. I want you (at least those of you that have not seen this elsewhere, those who have, please don't spoil the surprise ) to guess where and when did our protagonist end up before posting further content here... now, enjoy.

Prologue

"I don't understand" He spoke with an uncertain voice. Memories of a thousand lives flashing through his head as he fell to his knees. In an instant he could see it. Chariots and its warriors in an attire that would not be too out of place in the Iliad or at Kadesh, bronze-tipped spears glittering in the sun. Then the charge became one of mounted warriors, clad in mail and with iron and steel swords. Spearmen ran and were cut down, a banner with a red seven-pointed star flying on the wind as a giant of a man wearing a bronze armor killed many of the mounted warriors. He could see phalanxes in the desert, breaking charges of horsemen, he could see the banner of a wolf on a great fleet that left a bloody scar on the lands it touched. There were men with kraken and with scythe banners, burning villages and taking slaves -no, thralls- He could see it all as if he were on the first lines of the armies, and also as if he hovered above them. He saw a Red Dragon banner be raised above a hill, and many armies surrendering. He could see banners of dragons, Red and Black in opposing sides of a battlefield, he could see the banners of Stags, Wolves and Falcons in another army, but this time there were no Black Dragon banners to be seen...

Then, with a flash of light, he heard the words.

"Awake?"

"Brother? Are you well?"

His breath was shallow, but he slowly calmed down. Then he saw around himself. The room was too richly decorated to be his own. It was also a stone building -even if the stone was not bare- and that was odd, as he was sure that the room he had slept in was made of concrete and wood, not stone. But the one thing that really took him the most by surprise, was the young woman, she had to be a bit older than himself, with long hair between gold and silver and pale lavender eyes. She looked at him, worried, but there was relief in her eyes.

"Gods, you scared us all little brother"

That look was too characteristic of a specific world... and suddenly what he saw began to make more sense. Unable to utter a single word, he took a deep breath and asked for everyone to leave the room. Once they all had done so, he slowly sat on the bed, then stood. Out of the window he saw a city, on an island. The weather however was warm.

After a few minutes he finally spoke to himself.

"Shit... Oh well, at least it seems that I have nothing to do with a certain couple of exiles"

With that he laughed. Surely this was a nightmare, right?