ongoingA fanfic of A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones. Reborn into the Stark family, though a bastard, the starting point is high, delightful. I thought it would be an easy dungeon. But as I played on, I discovered the family started strong then declined, even slipping into the brink of ruin. To stem the decline, I had no choice but to fight people, fight wits, fight gods, fight lunatics, carving out a bloody flair. After enduring battles, I finally grasped the ancient truth: Heaven will confer a great mission upon this person… enhancing what they cannot. But having come this far, having become omnipotent, naturally I must crush winter and bring the world to spring dawn. So if you want to know the art of shaping fortune, read the tale of Blood Wolf Spring Dawn.