POV: Aegon Targaryen
Years had passed since I reincarnated into the world of Game of Thrones, and yet, none of it resembled the fantasies I had imagined.
Living the life of a bastard was never ideal.
When I arrived in this world, I celebrated. I truly did. Knowing that I possessed a golden finger filled me with an almost childish confidence. A new beginning, a glorious destiny: two dragon eggs secured, an extraordinary pet, and a life as an orphan prince destined to reclaim the Iron Throne.
A perfect script.
Then came the worst news a reincarnator could receive.
My golden finger was stolen.
As someone who had been reborn while retaining memories of another life, I was supposed to be more mature, more resilient. I thought I could endure the harassment, the insults, and the small cruel tricks of that bitch Lady Stark.
And I did.
I endured in silence as I grew up, bearing looks of contempt and venomous words, preparing myself for the day I would leave to reclaim what belonged to me.
But nothing went as planned.
When I finally grew old enough and traveled to the place where my dragon eggs were supposed to be hidden, I discovered that they were gone. As if they had never existed. On top of that came the accumulated mental torture after years of living with a family that never truly accepted me.
I couldn't understand how it was possible. That area was protected by Robb. No one, except me, should have had access.
Who was the bastard who dared to steal them?
My dragon eggs even had a requirement: they could only hatch in the hands of someone with Targaryen blood. Not just anyone could use them.
While I considered the possibility of creating my own religion to gather fanatics and use them as pawns on my path to the throne, a chill ran through my entire body. It was a primitive, instinctive sensation, as if something —or someone— was warning me not to do it.
I didn't understand why.
No matter how much I analyzed it, I couldn't guess that Divine Being was warning me.
When I watched the series, the Old Gods were barely mentioned. The Faith of the Seven had its weight. The Lord of Light, perhaps. But the Old Gods? They were never fully explored. I even came to believe that the Lord of Light was the one protecting me.
But this world was not the story I remembered.
It had layers. Hidden depths. Truths buried beneath centuries of faith, blood, and lies.
I shook my head and stopped thinking about it.
I knew very well how the story of the Wall ended. I knew what awaited those who were sent there. That was why I never showed enthusiasm when my uncle hinted that such would be my destiny. I was not going to make that mistake.
When everything seemed lost, when I didn't know what my next step should be, I received an unexpected gift.
Perhaps the gods had not abandoned me after all.
While searching the library for texts on blood magic and ancient rituals, I found an old, forgotten book. Its pages spoke of fire magic: how to manipulate it for religious rituals, how to use it to heal, to resurrect… and to destroy enemies.
I began studying under the tutelage of Maester Luwin. At first he laughed at my interest, but upon seeing my genuine enthusiasm, he agreed to teach me what little he knew.
I prepared myself for failure. After all, magic had been disappearing for centuries.
Or so they believed.
To my surprise, I was able to use it.
And in the process, I discovered fundamental truths:
First, magic had not disappeared completely.
Second, it did not work like in anime or novels, where mana was stored in an internal core.
Third, and most important: in this world, magic depended on the quality of the sacrifice.
After two years of preparation, the world changed.
The king died.
And the red comet appeared in the sky, bringing with it the return of magic.
Thanks to that, for the first time I was able to cast powerful spells without relying so heavily on sacrifices. Fire responded to my will as if it recognized me.
When I was preparing to depart for King's Landing, my destiny finally in motion, I encountered a group of men wrapped in red robes.
And their presence froze my blood.
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