CHAPTER 1; THE DRAGONLESS

Vaegon

He was alone in the room, in the darkness of the night when Aaron Stark finished reading the book Fire and Blood. It wasn't one of his favorite books, but it had been entertaining. With his weak hands he put the book on the bedside table, barely being able to move because of the probe. Just the weak light of a lamp was what accompanied him in his last moments.

"My life," said Aaron without any teeth, as he looked at his arms skeletal 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 he loved 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 Prize, he had received a death sentence, which had taken everything from him in recent months. At that time he was broke, and the only consolation in knowing that he was going to die today was that at least he wouldn't die in the street like a dog or a homeless man a few days later, and for that he was still somewhat grateful. Although he was completely frustrated with his life, what hurt him the most, but he wouldn't admit out of pride or simply to retain some strength, was the fact that he didn't have a helping hand watching over him.

And then he lay down and closed his eyes, he just wanted everything to end soon, he could feel death touching his skin, but after so much suffering he only had resignation left, and suddenly he began to feel calm, the darkness wasn't that bad either, when A pleasant sensation ran through his entire body. It had been a long time since he had felt this way, it was like when he was in college and had his whole life ahead of him, and for a moment he seemed to be listening to his parents. How much he had missed them.

"Dad mom!" He shouted with 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 with some interest.

But Aaron shook his head.

"My life has come to an end!" he shouted "I have already accepted my destiny!"

And the voice turned into a hooded man with a white cloak and beard, who, even with his head bowed, turned towards Aaron, causing him to shiver.

"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 to spin the same 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 can fulfill the dreams of greatness that you once had and that still make you bitter" the hooded man spoke affably, but Aaron distrusted his intentions.

"I am nothing anymore, and those dreams have only brought me frustration and bitterness, I just want to leave them behind along with the rest of my regrets" Aaron responded calmly "could you offer that opportunity to someone else, surely there are thousands of people who are wishing to live again and that they would do it much better than me" he added regretfully.

For a moment it seemed that the hooded man smiled.

"For that 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, and a part of him wanted to take that second chance. It was a constant struggle inside him, as he put 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 her 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 don't forget what a humble creature you are!" he warned him as a blinding light covered Aaron himself.

Aaron screamed in pure terror, when he saw time and space flow in all directions, while he fell into the void, to the point of absolute darkness, and finally the loss of consciousness. But soon he began to feel the air around him, the touch of the sheets, and he wrinkled his face as he felt like he was asleep, it reminded him a lot of when they underwent the first round of chemotherapy.

He opened his eyes when he felt a faint light. And giving a sigh before that nightmare she put a hand to her head, but what was her surprise when she discovered that she had hair again. She also put her hand to her mouth, and found that she had teeth again. He carefully got out of bed, he was dressed in a white cloth nightgown that looked like it came 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 met all the requirements. needs, and even went to the window to see a medieval city, of an acceptable size, but with a large lighthouse, similar to that of Alexandria.

"Damn, this resembles… the description of Oldtown," he said, rubbing his eyes to see the same image again.

Then he went to the trunk at the foot of his bed, and there he found the maester's robes. Almost without 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 appeared to be a nearby maester, who took him to check out a book on arithmetic in the library. There, when he opened the book, he saw with horror how the operations were done in Roman numerals, since apparently it was for instruction in the subject of finances of a 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 look up a book about the arrival of the Andals.

It was not until noon, when Maester Ulwin, entered the library, and headed directly towards 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 shook him carefully, while he hissed at him.

"Archmaester Vaegon," he told him, making Aaron's eyes widen at the revelation.

"Yes," said Vaegon, now a little lost, causing his colleagues to be surprised by his normally distant attitude, now confused and disoriented.

"You have received a letter from King's Landing," said Maester Ulwin, observing him carefully.

Vaegon stood up from his seat and closed the book. And he hurriedly accompanied the maester to the room of crows, since it bore the king's own seal. With his head spinning and his hands trembling, he took the letter and immediately headed to his chambers without saying a word to anyone, before the expectant looks of everyone he met because they had never seen the shy Vaegon Targaryen in all those years. run through the hallways, let alone show that unusual energy.

Then he closed the entrance with a loud slam, and carefully tore the old king's seal. If that was a dream it was terrifyingly real, and he had better wake up, but right now. It took him a while because his hands kept shaking, but he finally managed to open the letter, in the handwriting and handwriting of Jaehaerys the Conciliator.

"Vaegon, I summon you to court to discuss a matter of utmost urgency. You must show up within a fortnight. "Do not delay, the future of the kingdom is at stake."

Below it appeared the signature of his father, but it was clear that the handwriting was his. And Vaegon sat on the bed. "Now I am Vaegon Targaryen," he said in a whisper, almost without being able to believe it, 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, saddened, overcome by the events, but after a while, he managed to straighten up a little.

The letter was brief, and there was not a single hint of affection by any means, although Jaehaerys I had not been a very good father by any means.

"Haber, we must not lose calm, with Baelon dead I am going to be the king, I will prevent the dance of the dragons, I will modernize Westeros, and I will leave it ready for when the white walkers come" he said to himself in a low voice. But then he let out a nervous chuckle, because now he was going to reign over a continent, he who just yesterday was begging for death in a hospital bed.

Putting the letter away, he took only the essentials from his room. With the body of a fifty-year-old man, frail and pale, he walked the corridors in search of the seneschal. Now Aaron Stark was Vaegon Targaryen, and he had a nation to save from imbeciles, scoundrels, and monsters of all kinds.

But one thing was clear, that was the time of the emperor maester.