Chapter One: Oh God...
Well, I guess I got my wish. I always kinda thought I'd die on my thirtieth birthday. I'd lived a life most people only see in movies. When I turned eighteen, I joined the army, looking for some stability—you know, a guaranteed life. I've always been a bookworm, a bit of a loner too. Anyway, during basic training, they spotted my talent for special forces. You can imagine the rest.
Five years later, I got an offer. Simple job: provide protection, get paid. A lot. Armin Hikmat, an arms dealer. Life wasn't bad, I guess. Plenty of action scenes. Our last job was for a drug cartel; they wanted to pay us in product instead of cash. Things got messy. We were in a firefight in the streets, and I saw my friend—a guy who'd just had a baby—get pinned down. I should've saved my own skin, but my feet moved on their own. Next thing I knew, everything went black.
This place… it's nothing. Just darkness. No books. I don't know how long I've been here.
Then, a white light appeared.
White Light: Hey there. You're a strange one. After all this time, you still haven't lost your senses. Aemon:Huh? What are you? And why would I have lost my mind? White Light:Heh. You're the first one I've met who I can actually talk to. So I'll tell you. This is the Cycle of Reincarnation. Souls usually stay here for ten thousand years until they lose their reason and memories before entering the cycle. But you… you're still you. Aemon:What? Ten thousand years have passed? Holy shit. White Light:You're interesting. Alright, let me have some fun. How about I send you into the world of A Song of Ice and Fire? During the Dance of the Dragons. Aemon:Are you actually giving me a choice? Do I even have one? White Light:Of course you do. You can stay here until you turn into a mindless Mongol, and then I toss you into the reincarnation cycle. Or, you can take my offer: keep the memories of your past life, get a powerful body—think Captain America level—and on top of that, I'll give you a strong bond with a dragon. So strong, you'll practically be mentally linked. Aemon:So I'll be a Targaryen? Fine. It's better than staying alone in this void. Deal. White Light:Excellent. Have fun in the womb. Sound of a snap. Aemon:Hey, wait! Wha—
End of Chapter One.