Chapter 1: Destiny's call

"Do you believe in destiny." That there is something were meant to do that's bigger than ourselves. "I didn't believe in destiny, that is -until destiny found me." This is a tale of darkness Vs the light, of good vs evil. "It's a tale of a boy who became a man, and a man who almost became a monster." There is light and dark in every heart. "Even- In those you don't expect, but sometimes we make the mistake of listening to that darkness." "My name is Quasimodo, and this is my tale!"

Darkness filled the room. Flames soon ignited in the darkness revealing a terrifying shape in the darkness. Quasimodo woke in alarm, sweat dripping down his face, his red hair plastered to his forehead. He brushed his bangs out of his face and looked around the room. The sight of stone statues and wood rafters met his eyes. He sighed collapsing back on his bed.

Another nightmare, another bad dream. He had thought the flames of his nightmares were his way of coping with the death of his stepfather Frollo, but the terrifying shape that had appeared in the flames made him think otherwise. Its been a year Frollo's been dead for a year! He should let it go, and yet he couldn't after all frollo had been the only family he had known.

No that's not true. Not anymore at least. Esmeralda and Phoebus were his family now. He owed his friends everything. Light caught his eyes as the sun started to rise over the horizon. Id better ring the bells, he thought glumly to himself. I can worry about those nightmares later.

That afternoon he spent the day with his friends in the Court of Miracles but had decided to leave early and head home. He was almost there when an old women in a tent stopped him. Come here boy let me read your palm. I have to- "Oh it wont take but a minute." He reached to give her some money, but she turned it away. No. "No payment is necessary, consider it a gift." "Besides its not every day I get to meet the hero of Paris."

"Oh I….I'm no H-hero." Oh, and modest to, the old women said smiling. He could tell by her dark skin and dark hair she was a gypsy, but something felt off as if he wasn't seeing right. He sat across from her as she grabbed his large hand with her old wrinkled hand. Hmmm. "Interesting this line right here is your lifeline it seems you have a very long life ahead of you and this one here means that you are shy."

She looked at his hand again and gasped in surprise. What. What is it? "It seems you have a very great destiny child." What….What do you mean? She didn't answer instead her eyes glazed over as she stared at his hand. M-Miss are you….Are you alrigh- "Beware!" W-What? "Beware Winter is coming!" Trust no one! "Trust only the raven, the dwarf, the watcher and the daughter of swords." " Do not listen to the whispers of the dragon!" She lies! "Follow the raven!" Do not follow the dragon! "The Iron Throne awaits!"

Her eyes seemed to return to normal. He looked at her in shock. "Remember my words boy." "Remember." He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Quasi?" He turned to find Esmeralda standing behind him. "What are you doing here?" I was just talking to- He turned around the old gypsy women was gone. "Talking to who?" Quasi are you feeling alright? "I'm worried about you." I'm fine Esmeralda. Don't worry about me. "Its just that…You've been acting so strange lately and"- "I'm Fine!" He snapped. He sighed. "I'm just tired that all."

"I'll walk you back to Notre dame." He nodded. ok, thank you. Once Notre Dame was in sight, he left Esmeraldas side and walked inside the church. When he got there, he collapsed in an exhausted heap on his bed.

A song echoed on the wind he lifted his head to listen. It sounded like a woman was singing. It had no words that he could hear. He got to his feet and approached the balcony outside listening to the beautiful singing. Suddenly the singing grew louder, and he heard the words of the song and listened in wonder.

"A raven flies from the north to the sea"

"A dragon whispers her name in the east"

"The watcher waits on the northern wall"

"A daughter picks up a warrior's sword"

Then the voice repeated the lyrics this time much louder.

"A raven flies from the north to the sea"

"A dragon whispers his name in the east"

"A brother bound to a love he must hide"

"The younger's armor is worn in the mind"

"A cold iron throne holds a boy barely grown"

"And now it is known"

"A claim to the prize, a crown laced in lies"

"You win or you die"

The song ended as soon as it had begun, he looked around at the streets below. He didn't see anyone except a few people walking around underneath the pale moonlight. No one had looked to the sky to wonder who was singing either. Could he have been the only one who heard it?! If so why him. He sighed. I'm too tired. Maybe Esmeralda can help me understand what I just heard. He slept as the full moon rose above the church

"Quasimodo." He twitched slightly in his sleep. The voice however grew louder. "Quasimodo." He woke alarmed but did not dare to sit up afraid to see whatever was in front of him. Who… "Who's there?" I am a friend Quasimodo. Do not be afraid. What…"What do you want?" Did you hear my song? Y-Yes? Good. "There are things that have been hidden from you boy, for your own good of course. Now you must know the truth."

"What-What is the truth?" Who Are you? Really. "I am the old gypsy women who read your palm this evening in the city." As she said this her voice became the old woman's voice. "What…What are you?" I am a spirit. "An old god from a world older than this one."

"That world is your true home." "I saved you from the woods long ago when you where an Infant." "I'm….from another world?!" Yes, you are and its time. Time? To return home. "By next full moon, you most go alone to the river and wait for me there."

"I…Don't understand." Why? Why now? "A cloud of darkness is falling over Westeros. You are very special. You must fight to save your birthplace, or many will die." But why me!? "Your no ordinary man your father was a prince after all." "Are you saying….You are a prince." He gasped. That's not. Possible. "Your are the son of Rhaegar Targaryen. He was next in line for the throne. His father….Your grandfather was not well he had lost his sanity long ago and eventually a rebellion occurred."

"You father was killed in battle and your remaining family banished from their kingdom." And my grandfather? Dead. "Why are you telling me this?" One still remains. "You must defeat her." Only you can stop the deaths of so many. "Only you can erase the bloodshed your grandfather left behind!" "Only you can ascend the throne and unite the seven kingdoms!"

Throne?! You mean… "It is your destiny to become king before your aunt can seize the throne." "I…have an aunt?" Wait, wait ,wait ,wait. This makes no cense. Your saying that I'm supposed to…. Become a….a king?! You….You have the wrong person I'm no king. I'm….He looked down at his feet. " I'm nothing."

"You defeated your stepfather." That's…. Different. "I'm not a king." "The fight against your stepfather was a test. The real battle has yet to begin. Rest young prince. Rest and remember there are only four you can trust. The three eyed raven, The dwarf, The watcher, and the daughter of swords. Meet me at the river by the next full moon. Sleep well my prince. Farwell Daeron Targaryen." Wait! But when he sat up, she was gone.