For years they had thought him dead, slain at the hands of Robert Baratheon himself. As the Seven Kingdoms spiral into chaos, a ghost from the past rises to claim what's rightfully his. For a dragon's fury knows no boundaries, and Rhaegar Targaryen shall take what was his with fire and blood. {Rhaegar/OC}


Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Game of Thrones. I merely own my imagination and of course, my original characters.


Death's embrace was that of a scorned lover, demanding and eternal, the dark void encasing him within its grasp was unlike anything he had ever felt. He had expected there to be pain, an eternity of torment that would screech within his mind like a wailing wraith.

"Lyanna," her name eased from his lips like honey, for was it not for the warmth constricting its coils around his heart, Rhaegar Targaryen would have thought himself exiled to live a life cursed to burn in an eternal fire of torment.

He could feel it creep through the deep crevices of his bones, burning a path like a raging fire scorching a path through the deserted plains of a barren wasteland. If he could describe the war raging within him, chaotic would be it.

Was this what his father had felt when the man finally lost his sanity? It was down right damming, and yet how could he experience these array of emotions? How could he feel the roaring fire lick his skin?

He could feel it. Pain unlike anything he had ever experienced before. His thoughts went to his darling wife, - pang of guilt quick to settle within his heart, a part of him that should not be beating with life- at knowing that he had left her behind, in a time where she had needed him the most.

Had he been blessed with a son or a daughter? It did not matter, for all he could ask for was that his children remained safe. But he knew better than most that as long as Robert Baratheon lived, no living descendant of the Targaryen bloodline would live to see the sun set.

He could feel it then. Roaring within him, awakened from its grave. Pacing and rattling the chains that bound it, his dragon grew relentless to break free. It hurt, oh by the gods it hurt, but as pain was nothing but a reminder that life was still present, he would endure it.

For her.

"….."

He knew that death came for all, and yet questions arose within his mind. Did death not come? Did he not come to claim what was his to take? Bitter that his demise had been at the hands of Robert Baratheon himself, Rhaegar could not help but ignite the spark of vengeance brewing within him.

A lie.

A simple truth that could not be accepted had cost him everything he had come to love in the world. He had loved her more than he had loved anyone else in the world, and though his children mattered more to him than love itself, life did not seem to matter without his Lyanna at his side.

"….Rhaegar…"

A growl echoed from within him, for it was her voice that called out to him. He had nothing left in this world. Nothing to cherish or love. It was all taken from him in nothing but a blink of an eye.

A spark ignited from deep within. A roaring fire that fueled his anger to those who have wronged him.

You can't kill what won't die.

For may the Gods have mercy for those who stand in his way, for he would have none.

And from the ashes, a roaring Dragon arose with a hunger for blood and the taste of fire burning his tongue.

I am the Dragon and I will swallow you whole.


Author Note: Well welcome to this new idea of mine. I cannot for the life of me imagine what inspired me but I shall blame the plot bunnies. Yes, Rhaegar shall be paired with an Original Character but that only happens deeper into the story. The next chapter shall include how he had been resurrected, and onwards. This shall span a little before the start of the first season and then it shall start from season one and upwards.

I have major plans for this story, so I cannot wait to hear what you guys think.