Megatronus here, long time no see lol. Between problems at my job, and having to get my laptop repaired I haven't really had much time to write like I want to. I have a huge announcement to what few fans I possibly have. I'm starting my own High Fantasy novel!. I'm a huge fan of GOT and always hated how low fantasy it is, you mean to tell me a world of gods, dragons and blood magic, the NECROMANCY, and its barely ever touched on, or should I say, explained upon. Anyway enough about the future, this is an idea that stuck itself in my head and refused to go away, What if Jon Snow, Aegon VI, whatever you want to call him, was the incarnation of a certain Jedi turned Sith turned Jedi, turned Force God?
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At one point in his life, when he was a physical being at least, he would have loved the Pure Power that he had now. The Power to float through the currents between life and death, to pull the Stars themselves and shift galaxies to move his beloved little sister to where she needed to be.
Anakin floated above a cluster of galaxies and absent mindley shifted a planet full of strange blue humanoids into a reality that they would hopefully be safer in.
He had the power to rewrite reality in almost any way, but he wouldn't dare touch his own history in fear of destroying the meager remains of his family. Luke and Leia deserved better than being wiped from reality because someone thought they could do better, only to end up making a life for them that would go against everything they ever fought for or thought about.
Anakin closed his eyes and opened himself even further into the force, worlds fading from his perception as he instead looked at galaxies so far apart that they would never know each other existed. He found life so diverse that it made the child part of him that only ever wanted to explore the stars and help people jump for joy. He found a world that had internalized the force and used it to manipulate the very elements around them, how bizarre that all but one person could only use one element. He shook his head and redirected his focus.
What better way to atone for all the bad he had done while he was fully alive, than to save a world in dire need of a hero? As he pondered that he felt a pull on his conscience, he shrugged it off and returned to watching the world of Ninja-Sorcerers. Their use of the force was extremely interesting and he felt that if he was to reincarnate into one of those red eyed emotional wrecks he could possibly- The pull got STRONGER, he almost snapped the neck of his force construct which should be theoretically impossible. What in the Sith hells could want him of all people? He was about to ignore it and return to the ninjas when he heard a voice that he hadn't heard in decades begging for someone to help save her baby….. It sounded like a young version of his mother's voice. His eyes flickered a reddish gold as he called upon darker powers to get him out of the living force once more.
Anakin launched himself through time and space arriving to where the pull and the voice originated from, only to appear in what looked to be a primitive desert with a single tower made of stones guarded by 3 men in heavy armor. They all looked to the ground with morose expressions, a heavy sadness pervading the air around them. He walked right through them, unseen and unfelt by all but one who seemed to carry a white blade made from the force itself. He looked almost directly at Anakin who waved his hand and put all three of them to sleep.
He climbed the steps of the tower and went to the door he heard his mother's voice from and felt a familiar,pure, if not wild, presence in the force. He walked in and froze upon seeing a younger version of his mother, maybe sixteen years old if even that. Her hair was different,it was black in this life of hers, but he knew that face, the blueish gray eyes that locked on him almost caused him to weep.
"I know you" her trembling voice said softly, tears of happiness trailing down her cheeks as she gazed upon him. " You've been in my dreams every night, every day, every moon, since I knew I was with child…. You're him, aren't you?" she gazed at him with such hope and love that he was struck speechless. When was the last time someone looked at him like that? Luke had tried but he felt the fear in his boy buried beneath the bright light his love had become. This was so pure that all he could do was bow his head slightly to her.
" The babe in me was meant to be you reborn…. I see that now that you are here… you…. My royal boy, all grown up. My Ani, now My Maekar." As she was talking he closed his eyes and felt his construct fade away, turning into motes of light that entered the empty fetus inside of her womb. Before all faded away from his perception, he heard the final words of his Old/New Mother. " In our past lives I gave birth to you as a Slave. In this life I will birth you as a prince. don't get lost in your hatred my love, you will have family in this world to protect. Become who you were meant to be, my prince that was promised. Your father should be here soon…."
Anakin Skywalker faded away happy, not knowing just how wrong everything would go in the coming moons. He would be born not a prince, but a King, forced to grow up a bastard just to survive. This is the story of the Black Knight, Jon Snow the Red Blade of the North.
Tell me what you think, it's short but it wouldn't leave my head.
Megatronus Out