'Is this death?' He thinks, floating in a bleak abyss for an indescribable amount of time, seconds, minutes, months…years even. Though, floating is a relative term. He likens it to what he'd think zero gravity is, despite never experiencing it.
The last thing he remembers is going to the doctor for a chronic migraine he's been having. He held off on going to the doctor as much as possible, not willing to see it as an issue. The fact that his healthcare system was shit is beside the point.
He had just dismissed it as dehydration.
Seeing as he's not in the hospital after the fainting spell, he's gonna assume that it was more serious than a simple migraine.
"You would assume right" a powerful voice speaks behind him. If he had a physical body to jump he would have.
He spun desperately trying to find the source of the voice. The feeling of having no physical body is a wild experience, for he can move, but there's nobody to move. He feels mailable, like a cloth drifting on its own accord with no resistance.
"Humans and their strange fascination with death." The voice brings him back from his musings. The flicker of warmth starts to build around his…soul.
"A soul, your spirit, your essence, you. Whatever you humans call it." The intensity of the voice fades as a bright light appears to reveal itself, taking the form of a vague humanoid shape made of pure flames.
The feeling that engulfed him as the being revealed their presence is almost indescribable, but if he had to put words to it he'd say 'A lover's caress, a mother's warmth, blistering heat, a sizzling destruction, and the essence of life.'
Okay so maybe he can put it into words.
He admires the ethereal being before him, with their massive dark leathery molten-like wings that spread far and wide behind, like a cloak shrouding the already bleak abyss into darkness.
'This is a god.' he breathes mentally. heat is all-consuming but surprisingly painless. The ominous bright light recedes as their flames dull.
Their eyes are pure white, in contrast to their dark molten skin, with fiery rivers carving throughout the being's body.
"Wha- Um," he can't make a coherent word escape his mouth. What's he supposed to say when the human torch with wings appears in front of you?
"Human torch?" The being's deep voice inquires, sending a shiver down his spine if he had one. Their tone is filled with mild amusement. He honestly doesn't have the mental capacity to properly freak out about insulting a deity as he's still dealing with the fact that he's dead.
The deity seemed even more amused as his mind continued to spiral into chaos, "You're projecting your thoughts very loud." They say, rudely interrupting his frantic thoughts.
"Now, this isn't usual, and if it wasn't for those damned old tree barks you would have gone on like normal. Those old coots have dipped their fingers into many things." The being growls out before shaking their head.
The deity goes on to explain how they pulled his soul from his body, after instigating the aneurysm.
"You what!"
Said deity ignores his outburst and replies unrepentantly, "You kept moaning on how you wanted some excitement, how you wanted something more…" The being leans forward propping their hands underneath their chin, sitting cross legs while they both float, or the deity hovers and he is just there.
"So me being the benevolent being I am, saw an amazing opportunity, you wanting a new start, something with excitement, and I want to see those old prejudiced bastards throw a tantrum." He can only stand there stunned as he watches the living magma suddenly stand up and start to strut in the 'air' while ranting and raving about old blood crying bastards and whiny seven dwarfs.
Not bother to go into that, for he wants to retain what little sanity he has left, so instead he meekly nods.
Not seeming to notice, or care for the lack of response, the great entity goes on to tell him how he wants to stir up the way things have been going, "Magic has been lost."
The deity stops to stare at him, "Your old world, for example, there was hardly any trace left. The magic your Wiccans and witches use is but a match compared to the giant hearth that is still left in planetos, but even that is waning."
The pressure surrounding them seems to fluctuate as they let a breath of air out, plumes of smoke following after, billowing across his face. Their face darkens, expression-wise, because the rivers of lava adorning their face glow in time with their rage.
"My children, used as mere tools." They spit out.
"My precious creations, a being I created, made up of pure ambient magic and fire. The living embodiment and the fuel that feeds the world life and magic."
"Cause without magic, without essence, how does one live?" The being asks peeing into their essence.
He blanches, 'They, can't be talking about-'
"Dragons?" He squeaks out, now the wings make sense.
"Yes! My dragons." The deity says clapping their hands together and giving him a proud grin
"My beauties." They say with much love in their voice.
"Those blasted Valyrians abused the gift I granted them, with their ability to bond with my children." The god seethes causing an ungodly heat to billow, the mortal does not know how he's not burning into nothingness at the pure intensity of the deity's rage.
"They cultivated them and turned them into mere savage beasts, tried to domesticate them like…dogs" The deity let out a bitter laugh.
"My children are near extinction, or will be."
The deity calms after a second, "They are the key to magic."
"Without them, magic, everything will die." The being seems to scrunch up their face, the cracks in their skin creasing causing the liquid fire to pulse.
"The fools spout about how 'a dragon is not a slave', yet is that not what they did to my children?"
"Honestly, giving them the doom was a mercy."
'Wait, doom?… A dragon is not a slave..'
'Those words….'
'This can not be happening.'
'How is this possible?'
'A dream?' How many fanfics has he read that involve scenarios like this; fantasized about similar situations.'
No, he can't be dreaming. He can't dream this intricately.
The being had paused in their rant, looking towards him.
They let out a sigh while crouching before him, startling him for he hadn't seen them move, "You mortals and your fragility…from what I've gathered your world has a multitude of theories, of what do you call it?" They contemplate for a moment before snapping their fingers, causing sparks to breathe life from the movement.
"Ah, Alternate Universes?"
"Eh…" Is the elegant response from the poor mortal soul.
Ignoring his decaying sanity the deity continues, "I know this is a lot to ask, but given what I've seen from your soul. I feel you're up for the task…."
'What task?' They still haven't mentioned what they want from him. What can he do? Which universe would the being send him, Book, TV? He doesn't want to suffer like…Theon.
His soul shivers at the thought.
"As you've figured out I'm an entity from the world of Planetos, a god if you will," they say flippantly like they aren't shattering their worldview on pantheons.
"I'm not gonna bore you with the facts you already know, so I'll jump to the need to know…"
"The universe is inherently much the same as what you would call canon, the slight differences are directly related to you."
"Though, seeing as the era, or period if you will. I'm sending you in, isn't it at the start of the…pilot?" The being stalls on the unfamiliar word.
"It shouldn't matter too much in the grand scheme of things what is canon unless you decide to preserve it."
"Given that there isn't a body currently available for the task, I'm setting for you…" Again the being pauses but only to grin, one full malicious glee. "I've manipulated certain events, depending on your choice, they'll come to fruition."
'What do they mean they've manipulated certain events?'
'Before the start of the pilot?'
The deity gives him a heavy stare, "You're going to do me a great service, should you accept this task. So I'll be gifted with a few… blessings you could call them, for compensation, aye" The deity waggles their brows, which is weird cause they are just a body of lava.
"You still haven't told me what it is you want from me?" The human soul recoils in himself instinctively upon realizing how disrespectful their tone can be, only relaxing when he isn't lashed out for his impudence.
Peeking through metaphysical lashes, he sees an amused expression on the face of the being.
"There's that blazing spark, I've seen deep in you. You're gonna need it…should you accept."
'Accept what?' he thinks is a little peeved at being ignored. He felt a stirring in his pulse, in response to his irritation.
Ignoring his concerns the deity's expression brightens in time with the heat surrounding them. "The first part of the blessings will be to unlock potential in your new family's magic."
"Family magic?' Sounds intriguing.
"That heat you felt is just a small portion of my essence, I'm curious to see how you'll react to this." The deity muses before continuing "But I digress, let's get onto why I've brought you here," The voice of the being becomes distant as the pulsating warmth swarms his being.
'Woah'
"That is just a glimpse into the feeling of your magic…"
"This is amazing…this feeling, I- what is it you want for in exchange?" He honestly doesn't care what he has to do to keep this blissful feeling inside his very core.
He can admit to being selfish.
He has always wanted power, and he's always been attracted to power in general. This feeling, even a drop, if he heard right is just too enticing to pass up.
The deity simply smiles, "It's simple."
"I want you to bring back my dragons to their former glory before those sheepherders ruined them."
"There are certain rules I have to abide by as a god." The deity says with a small sneer.
"Such as I'm physically limited to what I can do on Planetos."
"Those pesky twig huggers." He hears the deity mutter.
In a louder tone, they speak to him, "They are the creatures that those tree-barking coots are so fond of."
"They are like what I am doing with you, You will act as my will, particularly now, my will is for my children to be free."
With a savage grin, they say, "Anything else is a free game."
"Though if you did spread the word of me I'd greatly appreciate it." It's disturbing how cute the entity manages to look with its molten face
"So you want me to become a dragon babysitter?"
"Well when you put it like that it sounds boring," they say. He doesn't know how it happened, but he's bantering with a god.
'How cool' He flushes a little as the deity lets a soft chuckle.
'Oh, right mega mind here' He needs to work on how loud his thoughts are, if he's going to interact with god that is.
"Besides caring for the dragons, the position you are in will give you liberties."
"You'll have a whole new world to explore."
"Become a pirate, sire a hundred children, hell's become the conquer the world, I don't care as long as my dragons aren't forced into war…" the being pauses with the word forced being emphasized.
"What?" He's drawn blank, what position allows such a thing? He takes an unneeded breath as his intangible essence starts to take form.
"To be quite honest I'm giving you quite the Gary Sue qualities" the being muses.
'They know what a Gary Sue is?'
'Wait'
"Wait! I don't mind being a Gary Sue!" He says frantically wishing he could wave his hands.
"But your audience won't- I mean…" the deity breaks off, coughing awkwardly.
'My wha-' he thinks but decides to ignore it.
The deity seems to regain themselves, "Anyway, tracking back to the warmth you're experiencing, that is the introduction to what will become, what is in essence, your magic."
"Seeing as most people in Planetos, rarely if any have magic, be cautious when using the magic, as you're going to be a conduit, the ambient magic will latch on to in an attempt to preserve magic itself. This means you'll have to gain control over yourself, and your magic less it overpower you."
"When you arrive at your present you will start entering a dreamlike state, as your mature mind recedes to become mailable enough to handle the adjustment to infancy." Raising a calming hand they say, "This is mainly to preserve your psyche, Can't have you breaking too soon can we?"
'I-?' He doesn't even want to get into that
"Not to sound ungrateful, but is that all? Just Magic?"
The being gives him a blank look, "You're not grasping the scope of what you'll be able to accomplish." They sigh rubbing their fingers across against their brow, "You're essentially my version of forest brats"
'Forest brats.' They can't help but mentally chuckle at the deities' grudge against the old gods.
"Is that all you're going to do, repeat my words? Or are you gonna give me the answer we both know you'll give?"
'Give a mortal a minute' too mentally drained to filter his cheek. What should he do, the being hasn't mentioned any other options, so he's gonna assume it's this or permanent death.
'Which seems very… bleak'
"Okay." Maybe letting mania decide this is probably not the brightest idea, but as the being grins and flicks his forehead, the piercing pain he feels overrides any thoughts.
He doesn't even know the Gods name
At 13 nameday's second son Daemon Targaryen, already a fierce swordsman able to catch the master of arms by surprise more often than not. The proud prince is currently scowling as he walks into the room where the crib cradling his youngest and newest brother.
He sneers at the crib, the creature that took his mother staining the room. He clenches his fist, "Why did you have to…" he pauses, shaking his head with a watery growl stopping before he can wake up the runt and get in trouble.
It's most certainly not because if he utters the words out loud, it will be real. Real, that his mother is gone, gone forever, and in her place is a wiggling mess of shit and piss.
After seven weeks of avoiding even looking at the hellspawn, ignoring even Viserys insistence that the brat is adorable.
He is nothing if not stubborn.
Like a dragon.
Daemon quietly makes his way to the crib and looks down with a sneer, his mouth open again not able to stop himself, only to stall as he looks down. His breath hitches as dual-toned eyes peer up at him in fascination, with innocence and vulnerability to the world.
His mother's eyes.
Like a hot day bathing in the sun, or laying on a warm rock on the beach he can feel the pain, rage, and contempt dull as he latches onto the one thing that connects to his mother and father.
His brow smooths out and his eyes stop leaking as the pain of his mother's departure lessens with each breath he hears. He stills as he feels a delicate hand curl around his finger, the grip strong and mighty.
Like a true dragon.
"-guess Vissy wasn't wrong this time." He mutters begrudgingly letting a bittersweet smile grow basking in the features of his mother staring back at him.
Maybe he still has a piece of her after all.
"Gah!" The little shit cries and then proceeds to smack him in the face when he gets too close.
Lesson learned, keep face away from flailing baby limbs.
A/n:
I shamelessly am using the premise of my old story to make a House of the dragons version.
Hope you enjoy;)
:p fair warning updates are spermatic.