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Roll D8 for Damage (to the Timeline) ASOIAF AU
Chapter 1: Awareness
“Come on Jaime,” Gerion Lannister told Jaime as he instructed him in the basics of the sword. “You’re not really old enough to be training with the real thing yet, but you’re smart enough to pick up at least the basics.”
Jaime just looked at his uncle with a small smile as he picked up the small wooden sword that was sized perfectly for him.
“Now, we’re not going to be covering a lot yet,” Gerion told the five-year-old. “You’re just not able to do much with the strength you have yet, so I’ll be talking about the various techniques and pointing out their flaws. Then, you’ll be off to the Maester with your sister to be covering your maths.”
Jaime just nodded before standing there silently. Slowly taking in and absorbing this strange world that he had found himself reborn into. This world was strange, but ultimately he had to do what it took to survive, and he had a sister to protect, so he would do his best to learn how to survive in this world.
“Now, this, is a longsword,” Gerion unsheathed his sword and showed it to the young boy. “It is a one-handed weapon that can be as precise as you want it to be while also allowing you the option of using a shield if you so desire. This is my personal sword, and it is important that no matter what else you learn from me you learn one thing. Take care of your tools and they will take care of you. Whether it be a bow, a sword, or an axe, taking the proper care of your tools is something that can and will make the difference between life and death.”
“Can I hold it?” Jaime asked as he looked at the plain, castle-forged longsword. “It’s lighter than it looks,” he muttered to himself as he held the plain weapon in his two hands. “Uncle Gerion, are there other kinds of swords?” he asked, hoping to find something a bit more familiar to a blade from his homeland.
“There are plenty,” Gerion laughed. “But I’ve not the time to show you all of them today. You’re father and mother will have my hide if I keep you from your lessons.”
“Thank you for the lesson,” Jaime said as he handed Gerion the longsword that he had been examining. “I look forward to more of them.”
“So formal,” Gerion laughed as he patted his young nephew on the back. “We’re family, so you don’t need to be so formal. I know that Tywin expects you to show respect to everyone, but you’ve got to ease up a bit every now and then.”
“I’ll try,” Jaime said as he leaped up and hugged his uncle in a bout of spontaneous emotion. “Thank you,” he whispered into his uncle's tunic before he rushed off in that energy that only the young exude.
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My name is Jaime Lannister, and it is currently the year 271 AC. But I remember who I once was, who I died as, and the people that I left behind. I, Hikigaya Hachiman am a stranger to this world that I found myself waking in, and though I have come to love the family that I have found myself born into in this new world, I am still struggling to figure out exactly why and how I was reborn here, into some strange fantasy world.
Somehow, I know in my heart that this is all Zaimokuza’s fault, and I will repay him for all of the mental anguish that I am going through currently. But first, I must go to my maths lessons. I know that the punishment will be harsh should I skip out on them, and I do not wish to face off against my father.
“Cersei,” I greeted my sister as we both entered the tower where the Maester Creylen awaited the two of us. “I trust your lessons with mother are going well.”
“Yes,” Cersei replied tersely but with a small smile shining through. “Things are going well.”
“Good, you are here,” Maester Creylen interrupted the twins. “Given the two of you have both displayed talent for the maths that I have been going over I have been granted leave by Lord Tywin to move you forward into some more advanced processes.”
“Kuso!” I swore under my breath, only to see my sister give me a strange look.
“Now, I hope that you are prepared to learn because I have quite a bit to go over,” Creylen smiled. “Given you are Lannisters, I expect that these lessons on baggage trains and trade will apply to you more than they would at any other house you might have been born into.”
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“Mother, Father, may Cersei and I skip the lesson with the Maester tomorrow?” I asked as we sat around the table for dinner.
“Convince me that it will be a better option than having you studying with the maester,” Tywin replied as he broke apart a small piece of bread to dip into the stew that was our dinner for the night.
“Well, it will allow us to rest and be able to study more the day afterward,” I replied with a small childish whine in my voice. “And, if we should choose to learn how to ride our ponies better it will only make us better at riding our horses in the future.”
“I expect a better response next time,” Tywin replied with a small smirk as he sipped his wine. “But I will grant your request for having tomorrow as a day of rest.”
“Thank you father,” I continued to eat my own dinner. “I am grateful for the time that I will spend with the rest of the family.”
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“Lord Tywin,” Maester Creylen greeted the Lord of the Westerlands as he entered the Maester’s tower. “Even after skipping several of the maths lessons that I had originally planned your children have done exceedingly well. Were Jaime not your heir and Cersei a man I would recommend you send them to the Citadel to further educate them.”
“Yes, they do not act like the rest of my nephews and nieces do they?” Tywin observed as he looked up from the reports that he had been going over. “But my children are happy and competent, so I will allow some… peculiarities to exist. No matter what other people might think, they are my children, the future legacy of House Lannister. And I will allow no thing, and no one to stand in the way of House Lannister,” Tywin looked into the eyes of the young Maester. “Take care that you do not become such an obstacle or you may find yourself removed from your position.”
Author's Note: This is meant to be cowritten with someone once they have the time to write their portion. So this fic may wait a couple of weeks or months.
Chapter 1: Awareness
“Come on Jaime,” Gerion Lannister told Jaime as he instructed him in the basics of the sword. “You’re not really old enough to be training with the real thing yet, but you’re smart enough to pick up at least the basics.”
Jaime just looked at his uncle with a small smile as he picked up the small wooden sword that was sized perfectly for him.
“Now, we’re not going to be covering a lot yet,” Gerion told the five-year-old. “You’re just not able to do much with the strength you have yet, so I’ll be talking about the various techniques and pointing out their flaws. Then, you’ll be off to the Maester with your sister to be covering your maths.”
Jaime just nodded before standing there silently. Slowly taking in and absorbing this strange world that he had found himself reborn into. This world was strange, but ultimately he had to do what it took to survive, and he had a sister to protect, so he would do his best to learn how to survive in this world.
“Now, this, is a longsword,” Gerion unsheathed his sword and showed it to the young boy. “It is a one-handed weapon that can be as precise as you want it to be while also allowing you the option of using a shield if you so desire. This is my personal sword, and it is important that no matter what else you learn from me you learn one thing. Take care of your tools and they will take care of you. Whether it be a bow, a sword, or an axe, taking the proper care of your tools is something that can and will make the difference between life and death.”
“Can I hold it?” Jaime asked as he looked at the plain, castle-forged longsword. “It’s lighter than it looks,” he muttered to himself as he held the plain weapon in his two hands. “Uncle Gerion, are there other kinds of swords?” he asked, hoping to find something a bit more familiar to a blade from his homeland.
“There are plenty,” Gerion laughed. “But I’ve not the time to show you all of them today. You’re father and mother will have my hide if I keep you from your lessons.”
“Thank you for the lesson,” Jaime said as he handed Gerion the longsword that he had been examining. “I look forward to more of them.”
“So formal,” Gerion laughed as he patted his young nephew on the back. “We’re family, so you don’t need to be so formal. I know that Tywin expects you to show respect to everyone, but you’ve got to ease up a bit every now and then.”
“I’ll try,” Jaime said as he leaped up and hugged his uncle in a bout of spontaneous emotion. “Thank you,” he whispered into his uncle's tunic before he rushed off in that energy that only the young exude.
–
–
My name is Jaime Lannister, and it is currently the year 271 AC. But I remember who I once was, who I died as, and the people that I left behind. I, Hikigaya Hachiman am a stranger to this world that I found myself waking in, and though I have come to love the family that I have found myself born into in this new world, I am still struggling to figure out exactly why and how I was reborn here, into some strange fantasy world.
Somehow, I know in my heart that this is all Zaimokuza’s fault, and I will repay him for all of the mental anguish that I am going through currently. But first, I must go to my maths lessons. I know that the punishment will be harsh should I skip out on them, and I do not wish to face off against my father.
“Cersei,” I greeted my sister as we both entered the tower where the Maester Creylen awaited the two of us. “I trust your lessons with mother are going well.”
“Yes,” Cersei replied tersely but with a small smile shining through. “Things are going well.”
“Good, you are here,” Maester Creylen interrupted the twins. “Given the two of you have both displayed talent for the maths that I have been going over I have been granted leave by Lord Tywin to move you forward into some more advanced processes.”
“Kuso!” I swore under my breath, only to see my sister give me a strange look.
“Now, I hope that you are prepared to learn because I have quite a bit to go over,” Creylen smiled. “Given you are Lannisters, I expect that these lessons on baggage trains and trade will apply to you more than they would at any other house you might have been born into.”
–
–
“Mother, Father, may Cersei and I skip the lesson with the Maester tomorrow?” I asked as we sat around the table for dinner.
“Convince me that it will be a better option than having you studying with the maester,” Tywin replied as he broke apart a small piece of bread to dip into the stew that was our dinner for the night.
“Well, it will allow us to rest and be able to study more the day afterward,” I replied with a small childish whine in my voice. “And, if we should choose to learn how to ride our ponies better it will only make us better at riding our horses in the future.”
“I expect a better response next time,” Tywin replied with a small smirk as he sipped his wine. “But I will grant your request for having tomorrow as a day of rest.”
“Thank you father,” I continued to eat my own dinner. “I am grateful for the time that I will spend with the rest of the family.”
–
–
“Lord Tywin,” Maester Creylen greeted the Lord of the Westerlands as he entered the Maester’s tower. “Even after skipping several of the maths lessons that I had originally planned your children have done exceedingly well. Were Jaime not your heir and Cersei a man I would recommend you send them to the Citadel to further educate them.”
“Yes, they do not act like the rest of my nephews and nieces do they?” Tywin observed as he looked up from the reports that he had been going over. “But my children are happy and competent, so I will allow some… peculiarities to exist. No matter what other people might think, they are my children, the future legacy of House Lannister. And I will allow no thing, and no one to stand in the way of House Lannister,” Tywin looked into the eyes of the young Maester. “Take care that you do not become such an obstacle or you may find yourself removed from your position.”
Author's Note: This is meant to be cowritten with someone once they have the time to write their portion. So this fic may wait a couple of weeks or months.
