19. Impossible does not exist

I was walking followed the road for two days. There were two days when I only ate fruits and plants. When you're hungry, grass turns to lettuce, lettuce turns to juicy steak.

I still kept my strength, focusing it on just continuing my walk. Not going to lie, many times I just thought and sat and waited for someone to come by, but something told me it would take a long, long time.

Finally, it was late afternoon, early evening, when I saw light in the distance. It was just a point, but it already gave me one last boost to move on. I persisted, and continued walking.

One thing was clear, I was strong, even stronger than Steve Rogers, I can bet on that, but I also discovered something, without eating properly, I'm as weak as a 10 year old.

I could dimly see that I was approaching the light, which was now much bigger, despite the fact that it was just dots, and even worse, torches. But never mind, everything was blurred in my vision, and I could hear something but not discern what it was.

I just let the body fall to the ground, while my eyes closed, losing to the tiredness.

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A light hits my eyes, and I struggle to open them. It takes a while, but they come into focus. My body felt lighter, and I kind of knew why. My armor had been removed.

Then the voices reached my ears.

"My Lord, this armor is one of the best works I've ever seen, it can't be said that it's heavy, but light it is far from being, despite being thin. The details are made by someone very skilled and the armor itself is a masterpiece." the voice sounded excited.

"That's not important, what I want to know is when he arrived and why I wasn't told when he arrived." A hard, authoritative and impatient voice says. "And why did they take their possessions while they slept? There is no excuse for theft here at Winterfell." the voice continues.

And in that moment, my eyes widen. Winterfell? Seriously? This is impossible. And my mind starts to work in an accelerated way, while a slight headache bothers me.

Ok, it's not impossible, after all, I know magic, but I can't use it for now, I was sucked into a dimension outside mine, with my body and not just my astral form, and to finish, I reincarnated in a body that before it was from another.

The impossible ceased to exist I think.

I stand up, still feeling weak, but I manage. As soon as I sit down, I notice the bed, which was nothing more than a wooden pallet, lots of hay, and a cloth separating my body from the hay.

A distance of no more than 2 steps, and iron bars separated me from the 6 people on the other side. I tried not to have any weird reactions, but I could kind of recognize some of them.

Eddard Stark, Robb Stark, Brandon Stark, Jon Snow, Theon Greyjoy and a girl hiding behind a barrel, little Arya Stark. They all looked like those characters I saw in the TV series.

I don't know now whether I should say, in my past life, in a different reality, or in a life in another reality. It's all too confusing for my bird brain.

An old man wearing leather armor approaches Eddard Stark, and stares at me, which I see everyone present do too. It seems that they noticed my awakening.

"Good morning young man, what should we call you?" Eddard asks me, his voice much softer than before.

"Victor, my Lord. My name is Victor." I answer calmly, pulling my eyes away from his.

"And to what do we owe your visit? Are you a messenger?" he continues to meet my eyes, but his brow lifts a little.

"No my Lord, I'm just a traveler, who unfortunately lost his home." he replies, faking a defeated sigh.

"And how it came to be here, in Winterfell, so far north."

"Walking sir, literally. I needed to get away and that's what I did. I regret it now." I make a sad face, and my eyes slip from Eddard, as if I'm looking into the distance remembering something.

"Can you tell me young man?" he looked really curious.

"My mother passed away a long time ago, sir. Then I was found by a knight. He took me as his ward since I was 5 years old. He was a traveling knight, who said 'The adventures of this life are my home'.

I always thought his words were silly, but I still followed them, at least in part. For me, 'The adventures by your side were my home'. Then, 2 months ago, everything changed. We received your order in the fishermen's village.

I didn't know what it was, but I was so happy when I found out. It was my armor, the ones the sers took from me. It was my gift for learning to swing my sword from him.

That night we were attacked in our camp. I was getting more firewood, dressed in my armor, because that was one of the things he made me do, to be in armor all the time.

'Sleep with it, wake with it. Take it off only in times of need. That way, when war breaks out, and winter comes, you'll be prepared.' he told me. But I followed.

Returning to the attack, when I got back to the camp things had already calmed down, but my house was falling apart. He had a big wound on his neck.

'Throw my remains, as well as my enemies, into the sea. Escape, and find your own adventure, to call home', were his last words. I did as he asked, and headed down the road.

I had a horse, but it died, so its meat was my food for a while. Afterwards, his meat ran out, and I started to eat what I could and found on the road. I kept walking, until I got here." I finish my story, created there, on the spot. It seemed good to me, I think.

"Sorry to hear that, young man. May the Gods old and new comfort your heart." Eddard says, and nods to one of the guards. He then opens the cell door, and motions for me to come out.

I was still a little weak, so I walked slowly as my legs suffered from lack of strength. That's when I got knocked down by something, or rather someone. A little girl was clinging to my legs, crying.

I just caressed her hair, with a slight smile on my face. "Thanks little one. Your hug is worth a lot."