Capítulo 1: Akatosh Targaryen
As Akatosh looked around him the only thing he could see was the void, after a few minutes of silence he sighed and began to talk.
"I am once again here, can't say I am surprised it is the second time you summon me here after all."
["Akatosh for having saved the 'Immortal World' from the invading force of the 'Demon World' you have been granted numerous merits, and because of said merits you are being given a choice."]
At the end of this words coming from an entity known as 'Heaven's Will' to Akatosh, a panel appeared in front of him with numerous words.
[Option A: You shall be sent back to 'Earth', your homeworld, with one wish.]
[Option B: You shall be sent back to the 'Immortal World', with two wish.]
[Option C: You shall be sent back to a world of your choice, with three wish.]
["Choose."]
After a moment of reflexion, Akatosh smiled and he said. "I choose the Option C."
["Confirmed. State your destination and wish."]
"I want to be in the world of Game of Thrones, if possible in one of the multiverses where the Stargate exists."
["Accepted."]
"For my wishes. My first one is to be born in a family of high standing, like the Stark or the Lannister, as for which one I let you decide, a bit of random can be fun." He said with a smile before continuing. "My second wish would be to be able to become a dragon at will and posses all the advantage but without the disadvantage, that comes with it, and if possible I would like my ability to be passed down to my descendant. My third wish is to possess all of the Alterans knowledge before they ascended."
["Granted, all your wish shall be granted, but because of your second wish your first wish shall be modified, you shall be born and known as Akatosh Targaryen, as no specific timeline had been selected by you the choice shall be made randomly.]
'What a shame I won't be able to choose a timeline I know.' Thought Akatosh before shrugging mentally. 'Well, with me being a dragon there is no real problem no matter the timeline.'"I am done."
["Akatosh you shall be sent to your next life, if you die, you shall no longer be protected from the circle of reincarnation, the natural laws of your new world will acknowledge your presence, good luck."]
"Thanks!"
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Planetos, Westeros.
Dragonstone, in a chamber.
A silver-haired woman with purple eyes had a baby in her hands, smiling softly she said toward her husband.
"I gave him the name Akatosh."
Nodding, the like-wise silver-haired man with purple eyes nodded toward his sister-wife, before murmuring to himself. "Akatosh... a not so traditional Valyrian name, but it doesn't matter, it has a good ring to it... Akatosh Targaryen, heir of Dragonstone and blood of Old Valyria." Laughing loudly showing his glee at the fact that he had a son and heir he said toward the mother. "A good name!"
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In Dragonstone, in the same chamber, 4 years later.
Outside of a room from where cries of pain were heard two people stood, the first one was a middle-aged man with silver hair and purple eyes, he was Aerion Targaryen, the father of Akatosh, the other was Akatosh himself, having inherited the iconical Targaryen feature, his own face was handsome and regal despite the fact that he was only 4 years old, or name-day.
As he stood outside of the room where his mother Valaena Velaryon was giving birth, Akatosh lost himself in his thought. 'It has been 4 years since I reincarnated here, with my knowledge coming from the books, I can make an educated guess that I reincarnated in the body of Aegon the Conqueror, and from the Dragon, Balerion, flying outside the castle, the conquest should have happened about ten to twenty years from his birth.'
Walking toward the window he began to look toward his dragon, they were both born at the same time as Targaryen tradition ordered them to put a dragon egg in the crib of the newborn and since then they both developed an extremely strong mental link, Akatosh doesn't know if it is because of his ability to transform himself as a dragon or because he his Balerion's rider.
Suddenly the room opened itself as the cries of pain died down, coming out of the room, a maid, said toward Aerion. "Both the mother and the children are safe."
"Children?" Questioned Aerion, and Akatosh could feel the excitement rolling of his father, after all, apart from them, only three were left of the Targaryen family counting his bastard half-brother Orys.
"Twins, two girls." Informed the maid with a motherly smile despite the fact that they weren't her children, it is something that Akatosh found fascinating, everyone living on Dragonstone was all so loyal to his family that he sometimes wondered if they didn't worship them in secret.
"Did my wife Valaena gave them a name?"
"No, her grace was specific, she said that you were jealous because she named your heir herself so she decided to leave the decision in your hands."
"They shall be known as Visenya and Rhaenys Targaryen."
The maid only nodded before leaving the room, now only Akatosh, his parents (his mother was currently sleeping) and his sisters were left.
Taking his sisters in his arms for a moment Akatosh looked at his father and said. "Why isn't Orys here?"
"He his learning swordsmanship so that he can protect you in the future, now go, the maester is waiting for you, it is time for your lesson you have much to learn."
"Yes, father." Acknowledged Akatosh before leaving the room, but not before taking a last look at his two sister. 'My future wife.' He thought to himself.
As he walked down toward the maester he stopped for a moment and looked toward the West before grinning to himself.
'Soon Westeros should learn our words: Fire and Blood and more importantly to respect me, Akatosh.'
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Sage_Shenlong
Sage_Shenlong A Game of Thrones X Stargate fanfiction, I want everyone to know that the stargate element of the fanfiction will come much later in the story.
The pairing will be:
[Akatosh Targaryen X Visenya and Rhaenys Targaryen]
[Orys Baratheon(half Targaryen) X Argella Durrandan]
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