Chapter 01: New Beginning, New Burdens

Dornish Marshes, Ruins of Summerhall

Beginning of the 2nd Moon, 259 AC

Aerys Targaryen

I woke up with a gasp, looking around and finding myself in what appeared to be a tent, I tried to get up only to fall back into my bed (or what can pass as a bed) from fatigue.

I tried to pull my thoughts together to figure out what was going on, only to be assaulted by a killer headache and a surge of memories, from what I can tell I am no longer in my body (as weird as that sounds), and not even in my world (as far as I remember there is no place on Earth called the Seven Kingdoms).

I tried meditating to facilitate the integration of my newfound memories, but from my current circumstances, it appears that my experiment has gone wrong, you see I am what you might call a Wizard, someone who can tame nature itself and play with the fabric of reality, or that's what most wizards think, I on the other hand like any rational person would say that I am gifted with ability of taking shortcuts to achieve what any civilization can achieve through scientific and mathematic advancement.

So to put things in perspective I was experimenting with magical wormholes or what is known as portals in the magical world, to try and cross worlds or planets, as you can see it didn't go well, and instead of creating a stable portal, my experiment failed and caused the destruction my body and the transfer of my Soul into the body of the recently departed Aerys Targaryen.

After taking a well-needed rest and sorting my new memories through the use of the mind arts, I came to know of the circumstances of my new body, The King (who is my grandfather) had gathered the entire royal family, to celebrate the birth of my child, and using that as an excuse to (according to my memories) hatch the remaining "Dragon Eggs" of our House, but things have gone extremely wrong and a raging fire has eaten through everything and everyone present during the ceremony, excluding me and my parents, whom I was on my way to call to attend it.

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The cursed fire has consumed everyone, my Grandfather, my Uncle and his wife, the Kingsguard who were inside, and the most devastating amongst them all, my Wife and our inborn child, which is the reason for the passing of my predecessor, losing his wife and child above losing the rest of his family proved too much to him which caused him to pass and for me to replace him, or rather merging with what remained of him.

Now trying to access my magic proved to be a nightmare because my magical pathways were in a mess, which is a fatale to any teenage wizard, and yes I am a teenager as I am barely fifteen years old, or as the natives say ten and five names old (quite the literals if you ask me), as is the norm for Wizard, our magical education and therefore our intentional access of magic began at eleven, and for those who don't get an education and don't start using their magic, they will face either one of two fates, first their magic get dormant and keep diminishing till they lose the ability to using it, the second and the terrifying fate is that their magic goes on a rampage and create an Obscurus killing them in the presses and any of those close to them before they put down by experienced wizards, but my case is weirdly different, even though the previous owner of this body didn't access his magic because he does not knowledge of it, he is a wizard, but show no signs of turning in an Obscural, or even lost his access to magic, as I clearly can access it, but my body is a mess, which may or may not be because of incest, as my parents are siblings, as was my departed wife herself my sister, Siblings incest was theorize by some as a reason for Squibs, but here it's different, the reason why I did not face the aforementioned fate is that magic in here is not the same as my previous world, which in hindsight should be obvious, here it is more primal, more present, and most definitely more obscure to the eye, even for an inexperienced wizard let alone the Non-Magical, as I can now feel having a better grasp of my magic.

Now keeping myself occupied with accessing my magic is the best way to not think about all of this transmigrating thing, as losing my body and getting my soul to another world and inhabiting the body of a recently passed prince who just lost most of his family (in a very stupid and completely wrong magical ceremony) is a lot to take in.

So taking a deep breath and entering into deep meditation through the Mind Arts, I need to process all of that, first thing first the idea that I died, I have to say that going into that experiment as I did, knowing all the risks that go with it was my choice and I have to accept that, secondly, the fact that I am in a completely new world can be explained by the nature of my experiment, third, is the fact that my soul not only survived but also inhabited a new body isn't something that I can explain, as I would remember if I knew of a body possession ritual or spell, and not like I can perform any of them while not in control of myself, to that end I shouldn't burden myself with this problem for the moment, as dwelling in it will only waste my time.

Now, the most important point is how to deal with my new situation, I am now in a new body, and with that comes a new chance at life, but as I have possessed the body of ten and five names old Crown Prince of the Realm, and with it all the burdens that he carried, and considering that I am in his body which is now MY BODY I have to deal with them as mine because they are.