Hi! This is my first time writing a fanfic so any type of criticism is welcomed. I know this is an overused trope but I wanted to do it, so tell me if it's good.

Prologue

A quiet mist flowed through the Isle of Faces. The three eyed raven sat at the center of the weirwood tree. To his left were his sisters, Sansa and Arya, as well as Samwell Tarly. To his left, Tyrion Lannister, King Daeron III Targaryen(also known as Jon Snow) and Jaime Lannister.

"Are you sure this will work Bran?" Sansa asked.

"No," the raven began, " but it's our only ?"

Daeron reluctantly let out his hand, and the raven unsheathed his knife. A second later blood was flowing onto the roots, and a small light was emanating.

The raven took a crumpled piece of paper, and handed it to Tyrion.

The Imp looked abashed. "What is this?"

"We need a coordinater in the South. That paper contains all the people that I intend to have remember. You will have Jaime and Varys to help you. Once you awake, dispose of Pycelle and get a better unloyal Maester in his place. This will be the first step in creating a realm united against the White Walkers under Daeron III Targaryen."

He then turned to the family of Brandon Stark. "I want you all to meet me in the Godwood once we wake."

" What happens if the people we don't intend to have remember remember? What will we do then?" asked Daeron.

"Then we will have to adapt to the circumstances presented before us."

The raven drew a bunch of weirwood knives. He chanted a few words, before handing them out to everybody. The remaining ones he put in the weirwood.

"These knives will travel with you. If you find yourself in unfavorable circumstances, you will at least have protection. I plan to warg into people that I fear will take action before it is needed."

"What about my paper?" Tyrion asked. Foolish Imp. Don't you think I took care of that? " The paper's already enchanted."

An earth shattering sound suddenly pierced the air.

"The Night King is here. I don't have time to answer any more questions. Simply act normal until you get a raven detailing what you need to do from me."

With that, he cut his hand, and the blood flowed. The light grew larger, and the Three Eyed Raven shut his eyes and let it take them. He could swear he heard the screams of the Night King outside as he shut his eyes for quite possibly the last time.

Yeah, I know this is short, the next chapter will be longer. Read and tell me what you think below.