I kept silent as the World Eater stared down at me. I knew he was not like the others I had faced down before. Harkon would have been nothing more than a small nuisance for him and even though Miraak liked to boast of how easily he would have slain Alduin, I knew that he would only have been able get a few hits in before ultimately perishing before the might of Akatosh's first born. I had bested both of them before and countless others too. I was strong, I was powerful, and I knew it. But I couldn't let it get to my head. Before me stands the dragon that would have eaten the world whole if it wasn't for his ambition and I knew there was a very good chance my flesh and soul would be torn asunder even if I won.

I took a deep breath and sent a small prayer to Akatosh, Talos, the rest of the divines, the Daedric Princes my mother worshipped and the God that I used to pray to in my younger years in my first life. The weight of my enchanted ebony armor comforted me as I accepted my likely fate. The comically large war hammer in my hands felt lighter than it ever had before as I was filled with a sense anticipation for the coming the battle. I quickly crushed the small amount of fear and trepidation in the back of my head. Even though they had saved my life more times than I could count, they had no place here.

I am Alaric the Unconquered, King of the Reach and her people, breaker of Ulfric Stormcloak, friend to the Empire, Archmage of the College of Winterfell and the Last Dragonborn. I will not fail. I will not be forgotten, I will not be a footnote in the life of someone more significant than me. I will be persevere, I will prevail. I will fucking win.

"MUL QAH DIIV!", I shouted. I felt my strength increase a hundredfold as a brilliant golden light started emitting from my body. An ethereal armor formed around my body and a pair of wings and a tail sprouted from my shoulder blades and lower back respectively, seemingly made out of the same material. I took flight using my wings and in my left hand I conjured the strongest flames spell I could muster without wasting too much of my magicka. I casted it upon the dragon which was fortunately distracted by the other heroes who had joined me for this endeavour.

The sheer force behind the spell caused Alduin to buckle for a moment, opening an opportunity for one of the Nordic heroes to stab the membrane of the wings. He was rewarded for his endeavour when Alduin swing his wing around, causing the brave hero to be thrown several hundred feet. I took my hammer and flew even further up. I could hear Alduin taunting me, calling me a coward as he believed I was running away from the flight. This did not cause the heroes to falter at all. In fact, they seemed to become even fiercer.

I flew further and further until Alduin was but a small speck on the grounds of Sovngarde. I stopped ascending and I swung my hammer forward, letting it's weight pull me to the ground. I started spinning as I descended but not uncontrollably. No, I was headed straight for my enemy. The enchantment charged the hammer as it moved and I started channelling my own magic into the hammer. Alduin looked straight up at me as I was headed straight for him. He seemed almost amused at my actions. A mistake as just moments later, I crashed, hammer-first onto his left wing, completely crushing it.

In retaliation, Alduin snapped his neck towards my direction and rained fiery hell down upon me. I was able erect a powerful ward spell which was further reinforced by the other heroes. I stood up and charged directly at him. Taking it as a challenge, Alduin opened his massive jaws, intent on chomping down on me. I swung my hammer horizontally with all my might, shattering multiple of his jagged and shark like teeth. This did not deter him however as she still bit down on me.

I felt an immense pressure around my waist cried out in pain and anger as the World Eater's teeth was able to pass through not only my heavily enchanted ebony plate but also my Ebony Flesh spell and my Dragon Aspect. I tried to shift and move around to no avail as his jaws refused to move. Desperate, I shouted, "FUS RO DAH!", down his throat. Alduin shrieked in pain but still refused to budge. I dropped my hammer and I shouted again and again. My throat began to go numb and Alduin shrieked even louder but started to bite down on me harder and harder.

But then I felt a sudden release as I was let go. I must have lost a lot of blood as I felt lightheaded. I quickly casted my strongest restoration spell in my repertoire, cursing the fact that I hadn't bothered to learn more of the school of Restoration in favour of Destruction and Enchanting. I could feel some of my wounds close but I knew I wouldn't live to see another day.

I stood up shaking, using the shaft of the war hammer to help me stand up. I saw the mages among the heroes summon magical chains and bindings to stop the dragon from moving and the warriors who were not busy attacking Alduin were trying to hold him in place as he thrashed around in pain. I knew this was my chance. I wouldn't have a better moment to finish him off.

"ALDUIN!", I shouted at the top of my almost collapsed lungs, "This ends now! The world will not live under your tyranny nor will it end because of you!", The dragon radiated hate but his throat seemed to be devastated so he could not respond. I charged forward again with the help of my wings, dropping my hammer in favour of the spear I had summoned. My lower body was probably paralyzed as I ascended to Alduin's eye level. He glared hatefully at me and tried to snap his jaws to me again but the bindings held fast against his immense strength though not for long.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!", I screamed as I plunged my spear right through his right eye and I to his brain. The spear entered the eye from the top to almost half the shaft. There was a great and terrible noise as the World Eater finally died and I lost my consciousness shortly after that. I woke up moments later on the ground, a few metres away from the foe I hopefully just slayed. I already lost the feeling in my lower body but I could feel that numbing sensation spreading throughout my entire body. A few of the Nord heroes rushed to my side, desperately trying to keep me alive all the while congratulating me for my success in fulfilling my destiny but I didn't care.

In my final moments, my thought drifted back to the people who I had grown to love and care for in this life. Elenei, the Forsworn warrior who had nursed me back to health and showed me how much the people of the Reach needed me and who ultimately sacrificed herself to save when we stormed Markarth, Lydia my housecarl, who had been my shield ever since I felled my first dragon and was there by my side no matter the odds, Isran and the rest of the Dawnguard, the brave men and women of the Reach who fought bravely to free their people and crown me King, the mages in the College of Winterhold. Serana, my closest friend and companion who I would probably never see again. Fuck, I still haven't cured her of her affliction like I promised. I could only hope she could somehow escape the clutches of Molag Bal. More memories of my life flashed before my eyes. Growing up in a small mining town some distance away Markarth. The soldiers of the Jarl storming our home and slaughtering everyone. Joining the Legion and learning the way of magic.

But then memories of my past life, that had faded with time started coming back too. I had always been aware to some extent of the fact that I was reincarnated from a world quite foreign to Mundus. I remembered a few details here and there like the extremely advanced level of technology, the lack of magic, some small parts of society like religion and a few major historical events but never much more than that. Unfortunately, through the passage of time, I lost a lot of the finer details. But now it all came rushing back to me. Being raised in an extremely religious and conservative household, being ostracized for being born out of wedlock, leaving home at eighteen and much more. There were a few earth-shattering revelations that were revealed to me like the fact that the world I knew was actually a video game. One that I was quite obsessed with for a while. But even though they were all so new, these memories didn't feel strange or foreign at all. In fact, it felt like a part of me that I didn't even know was missing was finally united with the rest of me.

I closed my eyes for the last time in my second life, never to open them again within this world.

My second life, though significantly more privileged and filled with luxuries, started in a much more traumatising manner than my first two lives. I did not have the luxury of being a normal baby in this life. No, I had to endure being fully conscious and cognizant for the entirety of my infancy and boy was that humiliating, emasculating and utterly embarrassing. I didn't quite understand what they were speaking in at the start. Fortunately for me, even though I retained most of my memories, I still kept a baby's ability to learn at an incredible pace. Thank the gods for that, otherwise I might have seemed… simple in the eyes of my family.

I didn't recognize the world I landed in at first but after a few months I managed to work out exactly where I was. First was the fact that I was living in an extremely large and extravagant castle made out of red sandstone and the banners consisting of a three headed red dragon in a field of black that was hung in almost every room. I quickly came to the obvious to the conclusion that I was reincarnated in A Song of Ice and Fire. The banners showed that I was a Targaryen and the red sandstone walls of the Red Keep made me believe that I was born quite sometime after the Conquest. I also realised that I was lucky enough to not be some servant's son as I was treated with a lot of care by the maids. Now, being a Targaryen either sucked or sucked slightly less depending on where in the timeline I was. I could be offed at every moment and I was very aware of the fact that I was no longer a full grown, dragon slaying and soul stealing badass. No, I was a fucking baby and I would have to cope with it.

I had already met most of my family. My mother was young. Undoubtedly so. She looked like she was barely out of her teens and into her adulthood yet she looked at me with more love and care than both of my previous two mothers combined ever did. She was a beautiful woman with long, curly hair and hazel eyes. Her colouring told me that there was a very large chance that she was not a Targaryen and thank the gods for that. Dragons and Valyrian blood magic or not, incest was still incest. My father on the other hand seemed to be much older than her in his early thirties. He had the traditional Targaryen features but he was on the plumper side and loved to spend time with me. Then there was my sister. She was only a few years younger than her but motherhood made it so that there was large gap in maturity between the two of them. Every time she would visit, I always felt as though she was conflicted. Sometimes she looked at me bitterly with some amount of jealousy and resentment. Yet when she didn't, she looked at me with pure joy and love. She was my most frequent visitor. Another visitor was an older man who I assumed to be my maternal grandfather. He bore some resemblance to my mother and regularly visited me but he liked to keep his distance.

Months later when my hearing and comprehension of the language would increase, I would realise exactly who I was.

I am Aegon Targaryen. Not the conqueror, not the son of Aenys and certainly not the son of Rhaegar. No, I was Aegon, son of Viserys, younger brother to Rhaenyra Targaryen. Fuck.

AUTHOR'S NOTE, MAKE SURE TO READ

So there are a few things I feel like you should know about the story. First off, I would like to acknowledge the fact that the story feels quite sloppy. I apologise for that. This is the quickest story I have ever written as I wrote it within two days. It was not meant to be my masterpiece or anything but something fun to alleviate my writer's block. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy the chapter. I had a lot of fun writing it. Second is the main character. I initially wanted to write two separate stories. One where the Dragonborn gets reincarnated into Westeros and one where a guy from our world is. However, I felt like I didn't have the time to write both and I always wanted to write an Elder Scrolls SI that would eventually turn into a full blown multi-cross story so I wrote this. A story where the main character dies in our world, gets reincarnated as a Reachman/Forsworn Dragonborn in Skyrim, dies after killing Alduin and gets reincarnated into ASOIAF. Also, watching House Of the Dragon inspired to make it an Aegon II SI. A bit of a mess, I know, but I hope to improve it in the future. I will also be cross-posting this to AO3 and AO3 only.

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