The sensation of hurtling through the cosmos was wild, like being strapped to a rollercoaster with no brakes. Stars and galaxies blurred past me, a cosmic light show that made my head spin. I could feel the universe brushing against me, vast and indifferent, as I zeroed in on a single speck—Planetos, my new home. But just as I braced for impact, something slammed into me. Not a physical hit, but a weird, tingling merge, like two rivers crashing together. Whatever it was, it slowed my descent, wrapping me in a strange warmth that didn't feel hostile. I couldn't fight it, so I didn't. I just let it happen and kept my focus on the world rushing up to meet me.
Then, darkness. Not the scary kind, but the heavy, all-consuming kind, like sinking into a deep sleep. I didn't know how long it lasted—could've been seconds or centuries. Time felt slippery, unimportant. When I finally came to, I wasn't in some grand throne room or a mystical forest. I was… somewhere else.
The air was cold, sharp enough to bite. I blinked—or at least, I tried to. My body felt strange, small, like it didn't quite belong to me yet. I was lying on something soft, maybe furs, and the smell of woodsmoke and damp earth filled my nose. Voices murmured nearby, low and rough, speaking words I couldn't quite catch. My mind was sluggish, like it was wading through mud, but I pieced it together: I'd landed. I was here, in the Age of Heroes, as the son of Brandon the Builder. But where exactly was "here"?
I tried to move, to sit up, but my limbs wouldn't listen. That's when it hit me—I wasn't just in a new world. I was a baby. A tiny, helpless bundle, probably wrapped in those furs I'd sensed. Great. All those grand wishes—infinite resources, legendary Pokémon eggs, a system to guide me—and here I was, stuck in a body that couldn't even roll over. Talk about a reality check.
The voices grew clearer. A woman's voice, soft but tired, said something about "the boy" and "strong." A man's voice, gruff and deep, rumbled back, mentioning "winter" and "walls." I didn't need a history book to guess who they were talking about. My new dad, Brandon, was already out there planning his legendary wall, and I was just… well, a newborn with big dreams and no way to act on them. Yet.
That's when I felt it again—that strange warmth from the collision. It wasn't gone. It was inside me, like a quiet hum in my chest. Was it the thing that hit me on the way down? I didn't know, but it felt alive, almost aware. A friend, maybe? The one I'd asked for back in that cosmic office? I couldn't tell, but it was comforting, like knowing someone had my back even in this strange new world.
I lay there, trapped in my tiny body, listening to the crackle of a fire and the distant howl of wind. This was it—the start of something huge. I had wishes to master, a world to survive, and gods-know-what waiting for me. For now, though, I'd have to settle for figuring out how to wiggle my toes. One step at a time, right?