The sirens in the distance were common in the big city. Looking back at it he wished he had paid attention. What could happen? It was just crossing the road. He had done it thousands of times before.

The street was clear.

The sirens got louder.

A skid around the corner.

By the time Ethan turned around, it was too late.

A car with two masked fellows followed by the police chasing after them. Ethan had no time to react and he knew it, as the speeding car headed in Ethan's direction he muttered under his breath "Well fuck" and closed his eyes waiting for the impact.

But it never came. The sirens stopped suddenly and he felt like he was lying on a strange surface that definitely wasn't the road. Ethan was too scared to open his eyes. "Is this what death feels like?" Ethan thought to himself. Finally mustering up his courage Ethan opened up his eyes and what he saw made him even more curious. A wooden ceiling. He definitely wasn't in New York anymore. Thoughts ran amuck in his head trying to rationalize what happened but it all leads to the same conclusion. He was dead... and there was nothing he could do about it.

Finally, he came to the conclusion and subjected himself to his fate. He sat up from where he was lying down and realized he was lying on a bed. But not the normal sort. Instead of a typical blanket, there were what looked like animal hides. "Great!" He said to himself, "Heavens stuck in the medieval time." The more he looked the more he realized how backward the room was. There were no lights only a window and at the desk, there was a quill and parchment instead of a regular book and pen. He expected St Peter and the pearly gates, not game of thrones.

Dragged out of his thoughts Ethan heard a loud bashing against his door followed by a voice. "Aethan! Aethan! I know you can hear me you're already making a racket in there."

Was that guy talking to me. He said Aethan instead of Ethan and sure they were close but still completely different and surely he wasn't making that much noise. He heard more knocking followed by the creak of a door opening and the door slamming against the wall and in the doorway was a giant of a man with stocky arms. But his stature wasn't the strangest thing about him, no it was his hair and eyes. His hair was platinum white and his eyes glowing orange.

"Aethan there you are! Come on we've been open for nearly an hour." The large man said. A look of confusion was painted on Ethan's face. This man was speaking to Ethan with such familiarity yet to him he had never seen this person in his life.

"Yeahhh..." He said lingering with his thoughts not even sure what he just said.

"Alright," The man said, "I can see you're going through something so I'll give you a minute to collect yourself but that doesn't mean you have the day off." He said shaking his finger at Ethan.

After he left there were a few moments of silence till Ethan said "What the fuck just happened!"

He concluded that nothing could get stranger after that and boy was he wrong. Sitting down at the desk trying to gather his thoughts a small leather-bound book was sitting on the desk. His curiosity peaked he held up the book and on the cover in bold was the word JOURNAL

"Maybe this will have some answers." He thought to himself flipping open to the first page and written by hand was a name "Aethan"

The first page started like this.

I got out... I finally got out. Ten years living in that fucking orphanage and finally I got out. I still don't know about that man Rhaethor. He told me that I'd have to work at the inn but I'd do anything to get out of this accursed place.

He even bought me this book to write in so he can't be half bad. The inn is a nice place. It's right on the road to Valyria and Oros so there's plenty of business and I actually have a bed!

What scared Ethan the most about the two extracts he had read was the handwriting, because it was his.

Then something else struck him. Valyria… where had he heard that before, Valyr- oh no… oh no this was bad.

Quickly he grabbed a mirror that was lying on the desk and when he turned it over he saw his face but it was changed.

Just as he expected his brown hair was platinum white mixed with streaks of gold and his eyes blazing red embers instead of their normal blue.

Everything slowly started making sense. The decor and being called Aethan instead of Ethan and the man. What was his name? Rhaethor.

And if all this was true then what did this book mean. Was this his new life… or what happened before he came here…

Whatever it was he hoped the book would have some answers so he dropped the mirror and scoured the pages of the journal reading page to page for half an hour.

By the time he had finished reading, he had come to a conclusion. He was Aethan now. An orphan from Oros that had a terrible family that died in an accident. So far not that different from his original life

After a few mild moments of panic, Ethan settled down. This couldn't be too bad, his first life was shit anyways maybe he could use this to his advantage. What scared him the most was the loss of technology. How the hell is he going to use a toilet!

Now that he had resolved some of his problems Ethan headed out of the room he was in to explore the rest of the inn that he supposed was his new home.

Opening up the door he was greeted to a long hallway with rows of doors that were probably the guest rooms by the end was a staircase that headed downstairs.

The second his foot touched the bottom floor the sound of the bustling tavern washed over him. A bard playing a tune. Men laughing at crude jokes. Rhaethor shouting orders to the other bartenders.

Rhaethor walked past him balancing two plates of food on each hand and holding two mugs of ale heading to a table and on the way back he saw Ethan.

"Ahh, there you are Aethan, took you long enough we're stocked up tonight!" His mood was jovial and Ethan couldn't help but smile along with him. He seemed to really love his job. "Head back to Aela she needs some help by the bar." He said pointing over to a woman behind a bar crowded by ten men.

Ethan weaved his way through the crowded tables of men gathered drinking and eating. For a tavern, it was pretty big by the time he had reached the bar he was panting.

"Aethan!" Aela said poking her head above the men in front of her. "Come help I've got my hand full with these idiots."

Aela like everybody else in the crowded tavern had silver and brown hair with green eyes. It seemed Valyrians didn't just come with purple eyes and platinum hair.

Aela opened up the small latch into the behind of the bar. "What took you so long?" Aela asked as she started pouring more mugs of ale for the waiting people around them.

"Sorry," Aethan said not knowing how to explain himself. "Had a rough morning" was all that he could come up with.

Aela gave him one of those pitiful smiles and ruffled his hair, " I know what's like to have one of those days. Come help me it'll take your mind off things."

And it did for the next six or so hours doing mindless tasks, working at the bar, breaking up rowdy crowds, delivering food to tables. He was so immersed that when someone called him Aethan he didn't take a second to think whether they were talking to him.

The sun was beginning to set and people were either buying rooms or heading to the nearest town. Ethan was sweating, he had never done so much work in his life but he was smiling through it. It was fulfilling and the people around him were kind Ethan felt like he could get real comfortable able here.

Pulling him from his thoughts a man wielding a sword and a banner came in shouting "Make way! Make way!" From where Ethan stood the banner didn't make much sense but as the swordsman moved closer a daunting realization came in Ethan. It was a three-headed red dragon, the sigil of the Targaryens, and as if to confirm it the man made a third cry. "Make way for the Lord and Lady Targaryen!"

And as everybody scattered to the sides of the room two people entered wearing expensive clothing followed by a third smaller than the first two with a hood over her head.

Ethan didn't know what to do as everybody bowed at the Lord and Lady Targaryen. They approached Ethan who was cleaning up the bar. He saw Rhaethor give him a worried glance. Ethan felt like he was out of his depth.

As the Targaryens reached the bar Ethan gulped as he looked up at them, their Valyrian features more pronounced than anyone else he had seen.

"M'Lord" Ethan said bowing his head

The man looked down at Ethan and smiled at amusement at this flustered child before him and placed a bag of coin on the table.

"Two rooms please, and have someone take care of our horses."

Rhaethor came in then breaking from against the wall and walking toward the Targaryens.

"I'll take care of the room m'lord, young Aethan here can look after the horses.

As Rhaethor lead the Targaryens up the stairs to their rooms the hooded girl lingered behind looking up at Ethan. Her features were hidden, shadowed behind her hood, and once again his curiosity was peaked.

Once the girl followed her parents up the stairs he heard Aela shouted over at him.

"Enough gawking, the Lord said he wanted his horses cared for so go care for them!"

Wanting to avoid Aela's wrath he dashed out to deal with the horses

Outside, four guards leaned against the walls of the innkeeping an eye on their Lord's horses.

Ethan informed them that the king told him to take care of the horses and four guards headed back into the inn. To guard their Lord.

The three horses that the Targaryens rode in on were just as majestic as their Lords. The most catching was the silver horse that seemed to shimmer in the night air. Ethan went to pet it but as his hand got near the horse began to get agitated and behind him, he heard a giggle.

Turning around swiftly to see who had caught him he saw the hooded girl once more.

"You can't touch her," she said still giggling, "Only I can touch her" and as if to demonstrate she walked forward to beside Ethan and patted the horse as it leaned into her touch.

"See." She said.

Now standing right beside her he could see beneath the hood, her hair was still hidden but her lilac eyes were lit up with childlike innocence.

Ethan leaned in to get a better look at her and the girl looked flustered at him.

"What? Is there something on my face?" She said brushing at her nose.

"No! I'm sorry m'lady I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable but I swore I saw something."

And saw something he did because then the strangest thing happened to him. A lizard with blood-like red scales pounced at him and landed on his face and he swore he heard something beating against the wind.

He heard the girl shouting. "Arraxes no!" And as Ethan landed on the ground his back on the dirt he got a better look at his attacker and what he saw shocked him.

Laying on his chest chirping cheerfully was a lizard. But no ordinary lizard, this was a dragon with black leathery wings and breath of flames.

Amazed Ethan started laughing at the dragon as it started chasing its tail

"Amazing," the girl said her hood now unveiled revealing her silver and golden hair and another dragon sitting on her shoulder.

"What?" He said not registering what she had said as he was delirious with amazement at the dragon sitting on his chest chirping as he pets its head.

Then a voice called out "Lady Rhaenys!" It shouted "Lady Rhaenys!

The girl now identified as Rhaenys up her hood again and said through hissed breath "Quickly hide Arraxes!"

Still, delirious Ethan once again said "What?" And by the time he realized what she had said two guards were behind them with their swords drawn

Before anybody could react one of the guards bashed the blunt end of his sword on Ethan's head and the last things he heard was a hiss and a shriek as he fell unconscious

END

NOTES

Ta da! First chapter done, I'm gonna try update once a week on Saturday but might get more inconsistent once school starts again. From now on Ethan will now be referred to as Aethan

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