CHAPTER 1; PRINCE OF DRAGONSTONE
He was alone in the room, in the darkness of the night when Aaron Stark finished reading the book Fire and Blood. He with his weak hands put the book on the table, barely able to move because of the probe. Just the weak light of a lamp, was what accompanied him in his last moments.
"My life," Aaron said without any teeth, as he looked down at his skeletal arms from stomach cancer. The truth is that he did not find any truly happy moment. Yes, it is true that he had been one of the greatest experts in microbiology and electronic engineering in the country, but that had not prevented him from being alone right there, neither the woman I love who so coldly rejected him, nor the friend who kicked him when they founded that company. He had dedicated the last twenty years of his life to research and university teaching, but instead of the Nobel, he had received a death sentence, which had taken everything from him in recent months. He was broke at the time, and the only consolation in knowing that he was going to die today is that at least he wouldn't die in the street like a dog or a bum a few days later, and for that reason he still gave something away. thank you. Although he was completely frustrated with his life, what hurt him the most, but he wouldn't admit out of pride or just to keep some strength, was the fact that he didn't have a helping hand to watch over him.
And then he leaned back and closed his eyes, he just wanted everything to end soon, and suddenly he began to feel calm, the darkness wasn't so bad either, when a pleasant sensation ran through his entire body. It had been a long time since he felt like this, and for a moment he seemed to be listening to his parents. How much he had missed them.
"Dad mom!" He shouted for joy when he saw his silhouettes, but they passed him by, when a powerful voice spoke to him, making him feel more alive than ever.
"Do you want to live a little longer?" the voice asked.
But Aaron shook his head.
"My life has come to an end!" he yelled "I have already accepted my fate!"
And the voice turned into a hooded man with a white cloak and beard, who, even with his head down, turned to Aaron, causing him a chill.
"Don't you want to do great things or help people?" the voice asked curiously.
Aaron lowered his head.
"I can't do anything for anyone, and the world will continue turning the same way without me" he spoke humbly "please, let me be with my parents" Aaron begged, crossing his hands.
"Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm offering you to live again in another world, so that you fulfill the dreams of greatness that you had in your day and that still embitter you" the hooded man spoke affably, but Aaron mistrusted his intentions.
"I am nothing anymore" Aaron replied "you could offer that opportunity to someone else, surely there are thousands of people who are wanting to live again and who would do it much better than me" he added with regret.
For a moment it seemed that the hooded man smiled.
"For this reason, you also have knowledge and skills that few can match in your fields, and you can do a lot of good where I am going to send you" the voice told him "And it is true that there are many more capable than you, but every person has the ability to do a lot of good, and let's say I'm selecting you for a job…I promise you that if you do a good job you will have a great reward"
Aaron wanted to refuse, but he was afraid of contradicting that being, plus a part of him wanted to take that second chance. It was a constant struggle inside him, while he raised his hands to his head until finally after what seemed like an eternity, he finally gave in to the hooded man's request.
"What should I do?" he asked defeated.
"Help people, change history and above all ensure the future" he told her as he put his hands on his hood to show the same nothing "And not forget what you are!" he warned him as a blinding light covered Aaron himself.
Aaron screamed in pure fear, when he saw time and space flow in all directions, as he fell into the void, to the point of absolute darkness, and finally the loss of consciousness. But he soon began to feel the air around him, the touch of the sheets, and he scrunched up his face to feel that he was asleep, it reminded him a lot of when he underwent the first round of chemotherapy.
He finally opened his eyes when he felt a faint light. And giving a sigh at that nightmare, he raised a hand to his head, but what was his surprise when he discovered that he had hair again. He also put his hand to his mouth, and verified that he had teeth again. He carefully got out of bed, he was dressed in a white cloth nightgown that seemed to come from the 14th century, but when he looked at the room, he saw that it was full of books and notes, and although it was not very spacious, it fulfilled all the requirements. needs, and even went to the window to see a medieval city, of a reasonable size, but with a large lighthouse, similar to the one in Alexandria.
"Wait, this looks like Ancient" he said rubbing his eyes to find the same image again.
Then he went to the chest at the foot of his bed, and there he found the maester's robes. Hardly believing what was happening, he changed carefully, so carefully that he barely had time to enjoy the relief of not having the cancer in his body. He left his chambers, and walked slowly through the corridors of the citadel, meeting the occasional colleague who greeted him.
Luckily he ran into what seemed to be a nearby teacher, who took him to check out a book on arithmetic in the library. There, when he opened the book, he verified with horror how the operations were done in Roman numerals, because apparently it was for instruction on the subject of finances for some layman, although the operations themselves were really simple, they were incredibly tedious. He would take care of updating the arithmetic later, but for now, he stayed away in the library, claiming that he needed to find a book about the arrival of the Andals.
It wasn't until noon, when Maester Ulwin, walked into the library, and headed straight for him, when he was engrossed in reading about how the Tyrells had entered the service of the kings of the Reach. When the maester approached him and carefully waved him, while he hissed at her.
"Archmaester Vaegon," he told him, making Aaron's eyes widen at the revelation.
"Yes," said the now Vaegon a bit irritated, causing his colleagues to wonder at his attitude, normally aloof, now confused and disoriented.
"You have received a letter from King's Landing," Maester Ulwin said, looking at him carefully.
Vaegon rose from his seat and closed the book. And with haste he accompanied the master, to the room of ravens, for it bore the king's own seal. With his head turning and his hands trembling, he took the letter and immediately went to his rooms without saying a word to anyone, before the expectant looks of everyone he ran into because never in all those years had they seen the shy Vaegon Targaryen run through the halls, let alone show that unusual energy.
Then he slammed the door shut, and carefully tore the old king's seal. If this was a dream it was terrifyingly real, and he had better wake up, but right now. It took him a while because his hands did not stop shaking, but he finally managed to open the letter, in the handwriting and fist of Jaehaerys the conciliator.
"Dear son, as you well know a fortnight ago, tragedy devastated our house again with the death of your brother Baelon, for whom we still mourn. Vaegon, I'll be honest. I know we've had a lot of differences, but you're the only child I have left. They are all gone, Aegon, Daenerys, Aemon, Gaemon, Alysa, Gael, Viserra, your poor mother, and now Baelon, so I ask you to leave the citadel and its chains, and come home to become my heir, for soon the stranger will claim me, I await your response"
Beneath it was his father's signature, but you could tell the handwriting was his. And Vaegon sat up on the bed. "Now I am Vaegon Targaryen" he said in a whisper almost in disbelief, because by some joke in the universe he had been transported to the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. For a few moments he lowered his head, sorrowful, overtaken by events, but after a while, he managed to straighten up a bit.
"Let's not lose calm, I'm going to be the king, I'll avoid the dance of the dragons, I'll modernize Westeros, and I'll leave it ready for when the white walkers come" he said to himself in a low voice. But then he chuckled nervously, for now he was going to rule over a continent, he who just yesterday was begging for death in a hospital bed.
After getting up, he opened the door, and shouted through the corridors until he found the seneschal and asked him to summon all the masters, novices and archmasters in the main building, something that happened shortly after, while they were all waiting in assembly.
"What is the reason for this meeting?" asked Archmaester Lum, who is with the Archmaesters, Geyo, Arys, Botros and Arbie.
Then Vaegon appeared, but completely different, despite his fifty years, now he was seen with an awakened vitality, and although his body was still weak, he felt a certain robustness, next to him was the seneschal.
"My distinguished peers," Vaegon spoke, "I have two pieces of news to give you, one very important to me, the other important to the country."
Instantly murmurs broke out throughout the room, and the seneschal had to call to order while Vaegon still held in his hands the letter that his "father of him" had sent him in his own handwriting.
"Today he gave up the chain to which I have dedicated so much effort" Vaegon said, taking it off his neck with some difficulty to throw them to the ground, something that caused surprise and indignation among the maesters to see an object of such reverence being sullied in such a way. , but Vaegon continued "For with this act I am no longer Archmaester, but Prince of Dragonstone"
And at that moment there was a deathly silence in the room, no one, absolutely no one had ever expected this news, there were some present who were unaware of the fact that Vaegon was a Targaryen.
"As Your Highnesses will know, my brother Prince Baelon is deceased, and my father has asked me, as his only living son, to take over from my brother, as his heir, as Baelon did Aemon."
That was still surprising, but mentioning that he was the old king's only surviving male child helped clear things up a lot. Then Vaegon moved towards them, showing the letter with the royal seal to the seneschal.
"I will leave immediately for King's Landing" Vaegon said energetically "but I want you to send ravens to all the lords of the six kingdoms to inform them that there is already a new prince of Dragonstone" then he turned to Maester Ulwin, and gave him a hug "I'm counting on you" he said in a whisper in his ear.
And then among a great spontaneous acclamation he left the room, while they cheered him "The king master! The master king!" and Vaegon smiled at the new age that the dawning century is about to bring to the lands of the seven kingdoms.