A Song Of Water And Fire || The 'Rebirth' of Laenor Velarion

| Prologue |

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".." - Dialogue.

'..' - Thoughts.

... - Small pause to breathe.

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| Characters Present |

• Laenor Velaryon ( Image Here )

• Seasmoke ( Image Here )

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| "Laenor Velaryon" Point Of View - 120 AC |

When I opened my eyes, confusion and disorientation washed over me.

But it was not the orange sun, setting over the ocean, to which my sensations are positivly receptive, or the blue ocean, serene and beautiful, which brings me an icy comfort when embracing me, that bring me said confusion. No, the confusion I feel is not and wasn't granted by the fact that I am currently adrift in the ocean, but actually, by what my mind is constantly running through my "vision".

The last thing I remember is my life in a modern world before passing away at the age of 19, which said life is passing before my eyes.

All the happy moments, which I seem to hold on tight not to let go; all the sad ones that make me shiver inside and bring me a sense of regret, and the moments I'd rather forget, moments that I won't speak about. All of them are passing right before me, in a comical torture type of way.

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But, now realizing my situation, noticing my tiredness and feeling the pain of extreme fatigue along with the salty water seeping into my mouth and nose, I jerk my arms around, in a futile attempt to keep myself out of the water. And, now found in a body that I feel is not mine, any kind of coordination seems ineffective. It's just like the feeling you have when you wake up from a deep sleep, only to suddenly find yourself in a serene moment, with your senses slowly dawning.

That's what I feel right now.

Strangely, what comes to my mind is the comic fact that maybe this is how those transmigrators in the novels and fanfics I read in my "old" life, felt. It's just as if I had been transported to a different place, far away from everything I know and knew, at another time.

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In a futile attempt at resistance, where my 6 senses become increasingly weak and distant, I turn my mind to an auspicious place inside of the same. A place that only inside my head, can I see. As if I was seeing twice with my actual vision, but only one of the visions I see, is the actual world where I find myself in, washing my view with the color blue, telling me that I am drowning, and the second visiom that looks like a gray fog, wich is somewhat contained in my mind, but it is as if I could see the ocean and the fog in the same vision, it would seem that I am seeing twice...

Feeling my vision fading, and my lungs giving the last remnants of oxygen to the rest of my body, before they eventually fill up with water, in this overwhelming and confusing moment, I did what my instincts pushed me to do and let the fog inside my mind leak, causing it to "dance" freely through my mind, body and soul.

Something strange and yet fascinating.

The world became calmer, my sensations serene and on my face a slight smile, brought by the serenity of the peculiar situation. At this moment everything seemed calm, everything free, without any kind of thought in my mind, only the blue of the ocean and the orange of the sun made themselves felt, strangely, through my skin, touch being the only unafected sense until now.

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With the remnants of my vision I can see some wreckage, from apparently a large wooden-made ship, scattered in the immensity of the sea, food and clothing left afloat and bodies of people sinking. A strange scene. Having seen such a calm ocean moments before, faced with a situation that seems like a shipwreck to me, its quite peculiar, nothing like a mystery, am I right, "life" ?" (Life in general)

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But, it was in that small moment of peace, that I felt the same sensation as before, 'the gray haze', I thought.

Suddenly, something strange happened. Upon receiving a strange sensation in my soul, which semmed to convey a sense of security. Where these kind of emotions came from, I don't know. I wouldn't even know how to describe them, let alone explain what they are and where they came from. I only know that in mere seconds after the elapsed, an animalistic foot, with giant black claws, descended from the "sky", and grabbed me, with strength and caution, so as not to hurt me in any way or form.

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What transpired in the following moments was peculiar and out of the ordinary, as I ascended in the ocean to the point where I fully emerged from it. Carried away by an animalistic situation, I felt my lungs burn with the air that entered my system again, as well as the water that drained through my mouth and nose. My body remained unmoving, but alive. And yet, the most important and overwhelming detail of all that passed was not only the roar of rage and helplessness that arose from whatever it was that lifted me out of the water and roamed the surrounding skies and seas, but it was also my reflection in the ocean below. That as time went by, it diminished, the higher I was carried.

It only took a little look at the reflection in the ocean, to discover that I had become Laenor Velaryon, a character from the world of Game Of Thrones, with temperate and tanned skin, with silver hair and a beautiful face that showed fatigue. Laenor, known to be mysterious because of his disappearance and supposed death, now and strangely, became my "body".

The weight of that realization fell on me and I couldn't help but wonder how and why... not even the giant form of the Seasmoke could get that question out of my head.

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As the wings of my bond flapped the air without rest or forgiveness, I struggled to accept my predicament and my presumed identity, strangely finding solace in the unknown, mentally embracing my new and strange bond with the beast that currently takes me, to gods know where, because I don't, assumingly somewhere in the world...

The air smells different and the sights and sounds of this new world that surround me, astonish me, reminding myself that I am now in a world of knights and dragons, where honor and betrayal dance, hand in hand.

That was the conclusion I came to, as hours passed, and I remained carried in the seasmoke's giant, animalistic foot, absorbing as much oxygen as possible and retaining all the possible "images" in my mind, guarding the scenery that passed under me at high speeds, as to never forget it.

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