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Aegon Snow

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章 1: Aegon Snow - Prologue

AEGON SNOW

PROLOGUE

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Like every morning for the past 14 years, I wake up in the skin of the little bastard of Winterfell, Jon Snow.

14 years since I died, and I still don't feel at my place, but living the life of an orphan-prince-supposed-to-be-king-who-is-just-a-bastard doesn't really help.

When I arrived in this world, I rejoiced at the new start, that I had a second chance, a way to rewrite history, but nothing, nothing went as planned; I had no system, and the mental torture of these past 14 years was... hard.

As a reborn adult, one might easily believe that the bullying, the insults, the dirty tricks, and the rest would be beneath us, that we would find the weaknesses, sweet-talk that bitch Lady Stark who prayed for my death, and others, but it was the worst thing that happened to me in two lives.

Endure, endure, endure, and always endure without flinching, that's all I could do, I didn't have the right to respond, I didn't have the right to hit back, I didn't have the right to be considered, only to endure and hit a wooden dummy to relieve my frustration.

Although externally I resembled the original Jon, austere, silent, and calm, internally I was the exact opposite, I was resentful, angry, and very proud, for a long time I resigned myself to follow the path of the old Jon, but that was without counting on my really prodigious luck.

At the age of 5, when no one really paid attention to me, I had an encounter, THE encounter, I met... a book.

Hahaha no actually I stumbled upon a book during my daily reading time, a book of ancient magic that I didn't really understand, but it really fascinated me, and I started my plan to learn magic.

I had the Stark and Targaryen lineage, I was a reincarnated person, if I couldn't use magic then no one else could.

For a long time, I searched the Winterfell library for blood magic and rituals, but I never found anything really effective and instructive, so I started learning with Maester Luwin, who laughed once he noticed my interest in magic, he explained that although he was happy to see my enthusiasm and curiosity for the higher arts, I would probably only find disappointment on this path because if it had perhaps existed, it had been a long time since magic was nothing more than fables and tales for children.

Although he helped me a lot, he didn't take me seriously, I understood that no one would help me, so I continued to read alone and do research, I tried everything but nothing worked, so I tried to become a Maester.

I know, I know... MAESTER, there you're probably thinking "dude you went to Westeros and you seriously want to become a MAESTER?"

So yes, I'm serious, I went to the Citadel at the age of 12, I didn't ask anyone for anything, and I didn't want to ask anyone for anything, I don't know if I've already said it, but during my rebirth, I acquired eidetic memory, what is eidetic memory, it's a memory that allows me to never forget anything.

My incredible memory had an exceptional effect on my learning because I learned in one year what some learn in 10 or even 30 years, I only needed to read once and poof it was done, the speed of comprehension of my reading plus eidetic memory was almost like cheating, why almost? ...because I'm in Westeros.

After two years in this mouse hole, I made important discoveries, first, magic is not a myth because I practice it, second, magic sucks, third, rituals are cheat codes.

When I entered the Citadel, I thought that magic would be an extremely guarded practice, but actually not at all, everything is explained with a lot of detail, from the practices of necromancer mages to mages practicing blood magic, I was really shocked by my discoveries after more than a year studying all these forms of magic, I started to practice it slowly, and guess what... it works.

Although I am a rather talented mage, if I believe the writings of my predecessors, it wasn't enough, I only managed to learn a few fire and healing spells using blood, so I simply decided to stop using magic as written with long spells in different weird and ancient languages that I only half understood and I tried to feel the feeling I had in me when I activated my mana.

For a few weeks, apart from eating and training with my two swords, I did nothing but try to find that light in me, nothing more, nothing less, I persisted for a long time on this path and finally, after a full month, I felt the indescribable feeling that swelled my heart with joy, seeing that my practice was paying off, I started using meditation every day, and a week later, I was able to "activate" this power as I wished.

I was a man of science, and as I always say, "Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, whereas imagination encompasses the entire world, stimulates progress, and prompts evolution"....No, I'm kidding, actually, it was from that good old Albert Einstein, a key figure of the 20th century from my old world.

After succeeding, I tested something we all dream of doing at least once in our lives... telekinesis, I placed a feather on the table and tried to lift it by flowing my mana and trying to REALLY see the feather levitate, and bingo, it worked again, I tested all sorts of things, but I noticed that complex spells didn't work, or not yet.

In addition to telekinesis, I could light a candle, create small flames at the tips of my fingers, but nothing really OP.

After a year of reinforcement, I must say that I had really changed completely, I could create several fireballs about 1 meter in diameter, I could lift the equivalent weight of a person non-stop for half an hour, and I could now close the wounds of a person so they wouldn't bleed to death, and yes, internal and external wounds, I say this because during my first trials on unconscious patients, they died, and autopsies confirmed that the patient had had an internal hemorrhage.

I forged many links in the Citadel, but I fled after finishing forging my Valyrian steel link and before taking vows, why, well, because I didn't want to be a Maester and stay a virgin in this life when I could become King and create a Harem.... fuck you Maesters hahahaha.

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章 2: -Chapter 1-

-13th day of the 5th moon of the year 297-

My journey back went well, and in two months, I finally returned to my starting point, Winterfell, ancient, gloomy, and especially in ruins.

I spent a lot of time reflecting on what my real options were. I revisited all the possible options I had imagined many times, such as bringing my birth certificate to Dorne and marrying Princess Arianne Martell, or going to see the Black Widow Olenna and convincing her to bet all her chips on me. But in the end, I was and will remain Jon Snow until I have some power, and a mere birth certificate won't change that.

On the road leading to the castle, I encountered many inhabitants of Wintertown who gave me indifferent, even disdainful looks, and this intensified upon my arrival at the castle. I came across many people who whispered and mocked me upon seeing me.

I ignored them because, honestly, I no longer cared. I had endured their taunts, mockery, intimidation, and moral harassment all my life. Most of the time, everyone talked about the bastard who made life difficult for the honorable Stark family, and I was used to it.

I reached the doors of the great hall where everyone was gathered for supper, and I opened the doors wide, saying:

"Did you miss me?"

To my great surprise, I was welcomed quite well by everyone except for three people: Lady Catelyn, the squid, and Sansa, who took great pleasure in treating me like her servant ever since Septa Mordane explained to her how my birth was a sacrilege to the Seven Gods BLAH-BLAH-BLAH.

The quickest to reach me was Arya, who literally jumped over the table to hug me with the greatest strength her little nine-year-old arms could muster. A few seconds later, Rickon and Bran each hugged one of my legs. I hugged Arya with one arm and gave Robb a hug with the remaining arm.

"I know you all love me very much, but if you continue, I really won't be able to breathe," I said teasingly to my cousins who didn't want to let go of me.

"It's fine, even if you die, at least you'll stay in Winterfell," Arya said in a tiny voice.

"HAHAHAHAH"

"Hahahaha"

"Hahahahaha"

"Hahaha"

"hahahahaha"

We all burst into laughter, and after a few more moments of family cuddling, everyone let go of me except Arya, who didn't want to let go under any circumstances. She clung to me like a koala to its tree, and I had to carry her to my "Father".

I made a clumsy bow, given that Arya was still clinging to me, and I said:

"Lord Stark"

He was a bit surprised but said nothing. He just hugged me and then said:

"Come sit and eat with us, tell us about your journey to the Citadel."

I nodded and began to recount everything I had learned: the ridiculous robes, the city, and the encounters I had made. I tried to romanticize my story a bit because, in reality, apart from a few rare times when I went out so as not to collapse under the weight of all my studies, I had rarely enjoyed life in recent years.

The evening continued like this and quickly ended once Lady Catelyn decided it was too late for the children to listen to the bastard's words.

-2 months later-

Two months after my return, the deserter Will was finally captured, hahaha, I was finally going to meet Ghost.

Robb, Bran, Theon, and I accompanied my uncle to behead this poor unfortunate soul. Even though I knew he hadn't done anything really wrong, I said nothing. I wasn't a good samaritan, and my word had no value, so I observed everything coldly, silently reciting in my heart that I could be in his place if I lost the game.

After his execution, we came across a deer corpse, and further on, as in the original, we found the corpse of a giant wolf (Direwolf). We found five wolf cubs near the corpse of their mother trying to hide in a sort of burrow.

"It's a monster," Theon said, slightly scared.

"It's a direwolf," said my Uncle.

Ned removed the deer horn stuck in the wolf's body and approached to inspect it. In the meantime, Robb said:

"There are no direwolves south of the Wall."

"Now there are five," I said, picking up a cub. I handed one to Bran and said:

"Do you want to hold it?"

Bran nodded quickly, and I entrusted one of the cubs to Bran. Everyone exchanged looks, but no one dared to speak first, and Bran broke the awkward silence by saying:

"Where are they going to go? Their mother is dead."

"They have nothing to do here," said Jory Cassel, Rodrik's nephew, my trainer, and one of the few people who never discriminated against me based on my birth status.

"Better a quick death, without their mother, they won't survive," said my Uncle.

"Exactly, give it to me," said Theon, snatching the cub from Bran and drawing his dagger.

"No!" said Bran, ready to cry, but before Theon could reach Bran, I intervened and drew my own dagger.

Theon stopped, and I said:

"Give me a good reason, Squid."

"Sheath your sword," said Robb, trying to take our father's voice when he scolds us.

"You heard him, Squid," I said.

"I'm talking to you, Jon," said Robb.

"You heard your lord, Snow," he said, smiling with that smile I dreamed of stretching to his ears with my dagger.

I was a bit shocked and smiled before sheathing my dagger calmly. I grabbed two wolves from the litter and took them with me. I took a she-wolf and Ghost, who was hiding because I wanted them to breed and create a pack for my children or for people who would know how to tame them.

I left with my two wolves, letting them tear each other apart. After all, all this shit had nothing to do with me anymore. I was going to leave with the king's convoy for King's Landing and leave this shit behind me.

I waited for no one, and after saddling my horses, I returned to the castle alone. I had to harden my heart even more, anyway, the words of future dead people were absolutely worthless.

I went back and immediately isolated myself because now I could start executing my plan. I reviewed all my knowledge and perfected a ritual that I had already tested several years ago.

The ritual was simple. It required me to bind myself to an animal by letting my blood flow into its mouth and channeling my magic through it. It was an ancient blood magic ritual that I had improved to create another one. The old ritual required the sacrifice of a mage and an animal of the same species.

After performing this ritual, I heard a noise near my window, and I went to check. On the ledge was a bird, a magnificent eagle, and on its leg, a message.

"Jon Arryn is dead. The King is heading North. Expected Arrival in 1 month."

I smiled at the message from my master spy and said:

"Finally, the game begins."'

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