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PROLOGUE : The False Dragon

PROLOGUE : The False Dragon

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The tale that I am going to tell you is an outlandish one, maybe even a mad one.

But believe me, to the best of my knowledge it is the truth. Or maybe not, maybe this is just the mad ramblings of an old man at death's door.

As they say every mad man thinks themselves sane.

Whatever it may be, for one thing it is a secret. A story never told before, trapped for decades within the confines of my mind.

It is the story of a dead man returned to life. It is the story of the Aemon Blackfyre or as he was known as before, the royal bastard Aemon Snow.

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I am Aemon Snow, the bastard son of Daemon Targaryen and Lyarra Stark. But it wasn't always so.

Before I was Aemon I was someone else. I know not who. Time has robbed me of those memories and only vestiges of that past remain.

And in fact, if it were only these vague impressions, I would consider myself ailing from the famous Targaryen madness.

But in the confines of my study, there is an ornate oak cabinet with a hidden compartment and in there is a sheaf of dusty old parchment. The looping script inscribed on these pieces of parchment is not the Common Tongue, nor is it Valyrian or any of the dozens of other languages of the known world.

Yet somehow I can read it. And not just read it, I recognize these scribbles as having come from my own hands, years past when i was just a child. Still, I would have believed them to be a working of some sort of foul sorcery.

But the intervening decades have convinced me otherwise. For every word inscribed on those pages - the prophecies of a dark and bloody era - have proven true.

And so, it is through these prophecies and wisdoms that I a mere bastard was able to mold a new age.

But do not confuse this bastard for a gallant hero, or a savior.

He is a scheming liar, a double crossing rogue.

All he does is for his own gratification, his own victory.

And, his tale is my tale.

For I, Aemon am a true bastard, a selfish bastard, a Great Bastard.

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