A light descended upon multiple places across Westeros, bright as the sun and if some were to be believed, in the shape of a man with three sets of wings. The light came suddenly and out of nowhere, and disappeared just as suddenly. The light created an uproar all across Wetseros, but not as much as by those between that suddenly found themselves in a chamber the size of Harrenhal's Hall of a hundred Hearths.

"What the fuck was in that wine?" the fat King muttered under his breath, rubbing his head gingerly.

"I don't think it's the wine that's put you in this predicament brother. For one, I am here and I did not drink with you" Stannis Baratheon grumbled, calculating shrewd eyes taking in the surroundings. The chamber was massive but with little decoration. There were quite a few chairs present in the room, all facing what looked like a wall made from dragon glass. Odd.

"Neither were those people" the Lord of Dragonstone added when he noticed the other people present in the room. The King followed his brother's line of sight and barked with laughter.

"Ned!" the King roared as he made his way to his old friend.

"Robert" Ned Stark, Lord of Winterfell, smiled at his friend and embraced him when the man reached him.

"How fucking long has it been since I've seen your sombre face? Where the fuck have you been?"

"Seven years my friend, guarding the North for you" Ned Stark answered with a small grin.

Ned's eyes moved from Robert and he embraced another man that came to him. "Jon" the man greeted his foster father warmly.

"You look more like your father since the last time I saw you my boy" the older man laughed, "I wish our reunion could have been on better terms."

"Do you know where we are then?"

"I'm afraid not."

Ned shook his head and returned his gaze to Robert. The man was no longer looking at Ned, his face slowly getting redder by the minute. Ned followed his gaze and swore.

Robert charged and Ned stood before him to break it.

"Get out of my way Ned!" the King growled but the Lord of Winterfell remained unmoved.

"Robert no! She's just a child."

"She's a fucking dragon spawn is what she is!" Robert roared, "Did you forget what her family did to yours? What his brother took from me?!"

"I remember it fine enough," Ned said calmly, his tone cold, "But she had no hand in it. She was not even born back then and now she is just a child, Robert."

"I don't fucking care! They all deserve to die! Every last fucking one of them!" Robert roared in his friend's face.

"Robert calm yourself" Jon Arryn said softly but sternly, placing a hand on the man's shoulder.

"Do not tell me to calm down Jon! Do not-"

"Then perhaps you would like to hear it from me?"

Robert's eyes shifted to the newcomer. If it not had been for the wings on the man's back, the King would probably have punched him.

Colour drained from Robert's face, as it did from Ned and Jon's.

"Who are you?" asked Ned, gripping his friend's shoulder tightly. It was not that he feared Robert doing something stupid, Ned needed to know that his friend was still with him for his own sake.

"Me? Oh, I have so many names across so many worlds" the man said with a soft smile.

"Are you god?" asked Sansa Stark, eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark.

"God? Oh no no no! I'm simply someone who he has blessed in multitude" the man said with a smile. His wings seemed to shift as if a gentle breeze was flowing through. Which was odd since there was no wind passing through.

"Then who are you?" Arya Stark asked, less in awe like her sister and more troubled like her father.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is why I have gathered you all here."

The man took to the air before flying to the dragon glass wall, all eyes following him. "The future for your world is not safe. A darkness rises, an old enemy, and this time he will finish what he starts. I have selected each of you with a single thought in mind, to protect your world and defeat this great evil."

"Alright, and what is this great evil you speak of?" Tyrion Lannister questioned, still sceptical about all of this, To him this was all a dream brought forward by a night of shameless drinking after shameless fucking.

"You will see" the man simply smiled. "But before we begin I would like to introduce a few more people into this world. They have no impact on the future of your world. Their presence is simply for comfort and lessons for all of you."

The man snapped his fingers and a burst of light forced them all to shield their eyes. When the light died, they opened their eyes and silence descended.

"Elia?" the shaky voice of Oberyn Martell broke it. Elia Martell turned confused eyes to her brother and smiled at the familiar face. The man rushed to her and enveloped her in a hug so tight the wind was squeezed out of her.

"Brother, she's going to pass out" Doran Martell said and Elia's eyes went to her older brother. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Doran what happened to you?!" the woman asked in fright.

"Sickness sister" Doran smiled, reaching out and grasping her hand. Elia's eyes did not leave her older brother, now bound to a chair and holding her hand. She knew about Doran's gout, but how could it have gotten so fast so quick? How did it make him older? Now that she noticed, even Oberyn looked older than she remembered.

Similar expressions of confusion were on the faces of the rest of the people who were brought in, all of them reuniting with their families. For some of them, it was meeting old faces, while for others it was seeing new faces. Like Tyrion for example, who was meeting his mother for the first time.

"I will give you some time to talk amongst yourselves, help your loved ones catch up with what's happening and what happened to them. I will be back soon."

And with that, the man vanished in a burst of light.

*House Martell*

Elia heard the man speak and winced when he vanished. She turned to her brothers, her gaze alone being enough to convey the question, what the fuck was happening.

"You died Elia" Oberyn answered her, not one for tact and being blunt. Doran threw his brother an annoyed glare.

It all came back to her with those words, Aerys finding her before she could run away, holding her hostage so Dorne would fight for the Targaryens, the Lannisters invading the capital, the Mountain killing her son and then raping her.

Her knees buckled and Oberyn caught her before she fell.

"I'll avenge your death, I swear it Elia I will avenge you and your children" Oberyn swore.

"No!" Elia's wide eyes went to her younger brother. She knew exactly what her brother would do for her, and she did not want him to chase the Mountain of all things. "Promise me you will do no such thing Oberyn."

"Elia-"

"No! Promise me!"

Oberyn stared at her in disgruntlement.

*House Lannister*

The last thing Joanna remembered was the sharp pain of being cut open. She was giving birth and the child was not coming out right. She had promised her children that she would come back with a sibling when her labours began, that she would introduce them to their brother or sister herself and that they'd be a big happy family together. Her children who now stood before her as adults.

She recognized Jaime easily. How could she not? He was tall, golden-haired and handsome like his father was at that age, but he had softer eyes, her eyes. And beside him stood a stunted little thing with stubby fingers and a jutting forehead. One of his mismatching eyes was green while the other was black. His hair was thin, fair and flaxen, so blonde they appeared almost white with some strands of black hair. Could this be the child she was carrying? The one she died birthing?

"Mother" Jaime's soft whimper broke her out of her thoughts and she almost fell back when her grown son tackled her into a hug. Immediately she wrapped her arms around him when she felt him shake against her.

"You've grown so much" the woman whispered, making Jaime shake harder. Mother and son remained in their embrace for a while longer before finally parting. She immediately cupped his face and took a long hungry look at him. "You've grown into such a handsome man" she whispered, tears in her eyes.

Jaime smiled at his mother, whose face he had almost forgotten in the years. His father refused to keep any paintings of her up after her death, only the gods knew where he stored them. Through the years he had tried to look for it in Cersei, but she did not look like her in the slightest.

Wiping his eyes he took a step back and motioned to Tyrion. "Mother, meet Tyrion. Your youngest."

Tyrion stepped forward to meet his mother, a modicum of hope garnering in his chest. His father despised him and it was no secret to him. But his mother, he'd always imagined that she would love him. She died birthing him after all, what mother wouldn't love their child, even one as ugly as him?

But all that hope turned to ashes when he looked up at his mother and saw the uncertainty in her eyes. She did not know whether to love him or not. He swallowed the hurt from that look and simply bowed his head.

"Mother" he greeted her with the same carelessness as he did his father.

*House Stark*

All Lyanna Stark remembered was blood, pain and warmth. She remembered the pain of birthing, the blood that coated her, and the warmth she felt when Ned finally arrived and she got to hold her son. Ned stood before her now as well, but he was no longer the same Ned she knew. He was older for one thing, much older than her brother Brandon or her father. Both of them seemed to be in equal shock at seeing their family member.

"Father… Brandon… Lyanna" Ned muttered before pulling all three into a tight hug. He was stronger now, his hugs a lot firmer than Lyanna remembered. Yet it was just as warm, just as comforting.

"What the fuck happened Ned?" Brandon asked, his voice unusually unsteady. Lyanna didn't blame him. All of this was too shocking to remain steady.

Ned explained what happened to each of them. Lyanna felt herself getting sick at hearing what happened after she ran with Rhaegar, how Brandon and her father died. Her death did not make her as sick or as worried. She'd lived it already and came to terms with it before she closed her eyes for the final time. Well, she supposed it wasn't the final time if she was blinking right now.

"So you're Lord of Winterfell now? Warden of the North?" Rickard asked. Lyanna could hear the relief in her father's voice, but at the same time, she noticed the slightest of doubts. He hadn't prepared Ned to rule after him, and that worried the man.

Ned seemed to notice it too.

"And a damn good one!" a boisterous voice broke in and Lyanna saw the disappointment in Ned's eyes vanish. Lyanna turned to see who had spoken and it took her a moment to realize who this man was.

Robert Baratheon, fat Robert Baratheon. She had not expected to see this in all her life.

But then again she was dead so she shouldn't be too surprised.

"He's taken to the role of Lord and Warden quite well, Lord Rickard" Jon Arryn spoke with a smile, "and he's done well in service to the crown."

The worry did not leave her father's eyes.

Lyanna wanted to say something to her father, to tell him off for being in disbelief. But she couldn't because Robert was staring at her like he was seeing a ghost, pale-faced but emotional.

"Lyanna-"

The man began and ended with those words, his eyes having caught something else that made colour return to his face. A very angry shade of red. Robert was angry, as evidenced by the growl that left his lips.

"Rhaegar Targaryen" the man roared and rushed towards Rhaegar, who stood with a young girl. Ned moved faster than Lyanna had ever seen him move, faster than she'd seen Father or Brandon move, to intercept Robert halfway.

"Get out of my way Ned! Let him cave his chest in once more!"

"Robert stop. The man said he's needed."

"Fuck the man! These freaks don't deserve to be here! Neither of them do!"

"He's angry because Rhaegar kidnapped you" Lyanna turned to see Catelyn standing behind her. "The hatred's never died it seems."

Lyanna blinked a few times and digested what the woman just said. She ignored the way Catelyn was looking at Brandon, too busy to even consider it since she was starting to grow angry. How dare Robert think she was abducted? What the fuck did they think she was? Some fragile flower?!

Lyanna lifted the dress she wore and marched towards Robert, who was still struggling against Ned. She stood behind Ned and before Robert.

Robert stopped struggling.

"Rhaegar did not abduct me" Lyanna informed him bold and cold. "I ran with him on my own accord!"

Robert stared at her for the longest time, blue eyes wide and disbelieving.

"What? No, you're lying. No, that bastard brainwashed you into thinking you went with him. Yeah, that's what-"

"No!" Lyanna cut in sharply. "He did nothing like that! I went with him because I wanted to."

"But.. why?"

Robert sounded so… hollow. So broken. But Lyanna hardly cared.

"Because you're a whore monger who fucks anyone that catches your fancy!" the woman exploded. "My marriage to you was fixed without my consent. Everyone expected me to be just okay with the fact that you'd fuck anyone you want and make as many bastards as you want! Fuck you already had one by then in the Vale! I felt trapped, I did not want to marry you!"

She then looked at Rhaegar.

"Rhaegar and I talked and unlike you, he seemed to want to know the real me. He was kind, he was considerate and he did not have a fucking whoring problem! He was attentive and loving."

"He had a wife already" Catelyn spoke, close enough that she'd heard her whole rant. Then again, Lyanna was screaming, everyone present heard her.

"And? Aegon Targaryen had two wives did he not? Besides Elia knew. Elia knew and she gave her consent!"

All eyes turned to Elia who nodded.

"The Doctrine of Exceptionalism stated that any child of the blood of the dragon could have more than one wife, as was the custom of Old Valyria. Rhaegar informed me beforehand and I had no issues with it" the woman confessed. It surprised even her brothers who were looking at her with wide eyes.

"Then why not marry before the eyes of the public? Why go to such lengths at all?" asked Olenna Tyrell, who had been silent till now.

"My father. I did not want him to know about it before I deposed him as King. He was already growing paranoid and if he learned that I was taking a second wife, he'd have surely thought I was making a move against him."

"I could have changed…"

Angry grey eyes turned back to Robert, who looked as if the fight was knocked out of him. Lyanna felt ever so slightly bad for him. So she spoke gently.

"Would you have? Would you have changed your ways for me? Because I don't think so. You'd have stayed faithful for the first few years, one year at worst, and then you'd go back to your old ways because you'd grow bored of me. Because that is the kind of person you are Robert."

"Lyanna enough" Ned cut off anything else that she was preparing to say. He was glaring at her and she was glaring right back.

A flash of bright light interrupted the argument that was about to break out and the winged man returned, smiling serenely.

"Time is up. You will all now introduce yourselves and sit to watch" he stated calmly.

"Do we need to? I believe we already know everyone here" stated Renly Baratheon.

"Not all of you do. Think of the dead" the man replied and Renly nodded.

"Very well" the Queen of Thorns sighed. "I am Olenna Tyrell, and this is my granddaughter Margaery Tyrell."

"Jon Arryn."

"Yara Greyjoy… And this is my brother Theon I suppose."

"What do you mean suppose? I am Theon!"

The look Yara threw at him made him want to bash her head in.

"Doran Martell. This is my brother Oberyn and sister Elia."

"Varys. I serve as the Master of Whispers."

"Rhaegar Targaryen. This is my younger sister Daenerys."

The young girl was looking at her brother with an awed smile, but her brother was staring narrow-eyed at Varys.

"Jaime Lannister. My mother Lady Joanna Lannister and my brother Tyrion Lannister."

"Stannis Baratheon. My brother Robert and Renly, my daughter Shireen, my niece and nephew Myrcella and Tommen."

"Gendry."

"Ned Stark. My wife Catelyn Stark, my children Robb, Sansa, Arya, Bran and Jon, my father Lord Rickard Stark, my brother Brandon Stark and my sister Lyanna Stark."

"Excellent" the man clapped with a smile. "Now take and seat and watch your futures unravel before you. Hopefully, you all will learn something from it and do a better job this time."

The man vanished before the rest could ask what he meant by 'this time'. Slowly they all took a seat, families sitting together while Gendry sat beside Varys. The room dimmed when the last man standing sat and the dragon glass wall glowed with an eery glow.