Capítulo 1: The Birth Of An Monster
[283AC, Tower of Joy, Northern Dorne]
Inside a dimly lit room of the tower, there was Lyanna Stark lying on the bed struggling with labor, surrounded by midwives and maids.
Black hair scattering around, she was showered with sweats. Her round eyes were struggling to stay opened. Her pale white face was getting paler every minute.
The bed was wet, not with sweats but blood. She was in hell of a difficult childbirth. She was bleeding too much that midwife and maids were very worried.
Then there was a cry. Yes, a cry of a child ; a cry of joy and excitement from the maids.
The cry was like signal marking the beginning of a legend.
The child was wrapped with a towel and brought over to the mother. Seeing her newly born son, she was excited filled with infinite happiness. Her all struggle and labor was worth it.
When she looked over the child, the child also look into her. That's not the eye of a ignorant child, it looked shrew and full of wisdom.
He was looking at her new mother with curiosity and amazement. Of course, he was curious of the legendary Lyanna Stark. She was indeed a beauty. But now she looked pale and tired, struggling to stay awake.
"Welcome to the world, my child. Your name will be Aegon Targaryen." She smiled softly at him and said.
It was full of love, infinite motherly love.
He was bathing in the warm of her mother's love. He also smiled at her with firm eyes.
Yes, he was not going to let her die. Lucky for him, he had super powers, fully loaded and no need to train.
Plants started growing wildly inside the room and towards the window spreading along the outer wall of the tower.
The maids cried in shock and surprise. The kings guards also ran in over to protect against the incoming troubles.
There they witness a miracle.
The green vibrant plants had filled the room and the outer walls.
The child rolled over and placed his hands on his mother's chest. His tiny little babe hands was glowing with green lights.
The vitality from the plants were drawing into Lyanna Stark. Her health and vitality was improving at at alarming rate.
She was no longer pale but rosy. She was still covered in sweats but she was no longer struggling to stay awake.
She was no longer bleeding. All the wounds had been healed and repaired to great extent that her virginity had been restored.
After healing her, the child lying beside her starting glowing green lights all over and started growing at a rapid rate. He stopped growing at height about a five / six year old boy.
All the people present in the room were shocked and petrified.
It was no longer a miracle but a monster.
They stood there like a statue, mouths hanging with enlarged eyes.
"Hello Mother" That was his first word in this world.
"We should started get moving." That was the second . After a short paused, he continued, " The rebels are on the way."
They were also returning from the shockingland. They were filled a awe and fear.
"My Prince!" They kneeled down and worshiped him.
He liked this feeling, the feeling of being worshiped.
'Maybe I should start a religion or something.'
'That's an wonderful idea. I am genius.'
'Religion can gather wealth and people from all race and kingdoms without arousing suspicions and jealousy.'
'This is middle ages filled with disease, war and hungriness. War, I am not sure of preventing it. But I can solve food and disease with my powers.'
'Yes, let's create a religion and play hell of game of thrones.'
"All raise" He waved at them.
He hugged his mother and pecked at her lips, " Let's get up too."
Everything was so surreal for her. She was worried about her beloved. She was dying and she was worried about the future of her child.
'Aba Ka Dabra'
The magic happened and the miracle came.
She was no longer dying. Her child grew up like a six year old child in just few breaths.
'Old Gods have smiled upon me and my child.'
She smiled and relaxed. She felt as if she was released from all bondage or burdens.
"Okay, start packing and be ready for the journey." He ordered the maids and kingsgouards.
They had doubts and questions. But they were awed and shocked by his magic. So, they obeyed his orders.
"Where are we going, aegon?" Lyanna asked Aegon, the MC.
That's a good question. Yeah, where were they going?
Going to the North and sook seeked shelter in Winterfell? That's too much of a burden for our honorable Stark. He'd rather sacrifice his life and lives of his family for the sake of honour.
Highly respectable but foolish and naive for the lord of a kingdom.
Everything is fair in love and war. Politics itself is war that we fight everyday.
Politics is all about the allocation of rights and resources. But the resources are limited and people are hungry for rights and powers. Thus, the struggle for power and politics is a very common and inevitable thing.
Political struggle in middle ages often led to war and bloodshed.
Honor is for my family and friends.
They say, 'Being kind to enemies is being cruel to yourself.'
Aegon did not like that kind of naivety of the Starks. So, he did not plan to go north. Besides, he needs sunlight for his plant plant fruit to work more efficiently.
His choice of refuge was any of the tropical or subtropical regions. Preferably a beach where he could explore the sea.
Dorne may the best place but it would be harder to hide. Wherever he was going to stay will have vibrant plants and trees. Such a thing would attract lots of attention in the semi arid Dorne.
What about going to to Essos?
A good idea considering Robert's hatred for Dragon Dynasty. But Aegon did not want to leave the Westeros. Since he was reincarnated with some amazing superpowers, he had to do some legendary things.
Well, he was the promised son. He was supposed to fight the White Walkers and their army of undeads.
He had to prepared for all those challenges.
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