They call this world Westeros, a name that creates mixed feeling of fear, ecitement and enticipation in the deepest , locked part of my memory. I was born into this world incomplete, a child with the fractured mind of an adult without clear understanding of my own memories . Others see a boy, with mind beyond his years, a lord's heir. They do not see the strategist, the survivor, the man from another world playing a role. My name is Vulcan Nocturne, and my story is not one of some bullshit prophecy or destined birthright. It is the story of how a man with a meagre start, and initial broken memory ,but with a hidden power , will bring a new kind of twist to this string of fate.

I am having so medical problems in my family.


I require aome money dor mothers treatment and other payment dues.


Chapter 3 - Help needed.