Chapter 2: Birth on Dragonstone
The echoes of his chosen wishes resonated in the ethereal space as the soul embraced the impending journey. The Observer nodded, and the white void transformed into the swirl of colors that heralded the inception of a new life.
Born five years before the arrival of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the soul found itself in the womb of a woman whose bloodline was intertwined with both the Starks and the Targaryens. A union of two bastards, his parents' connection to these noble houses bestowed upon him a unique heritage.
As the infant drew his first breath, the cosmic gifts granted by the Observer manifested in tangible form. Fire coursed through his veins, rendering him immune to its destructive touch. Dragon bonding became an instinct, a silent call that resonated in the depths of his being. And the ancient abilities of the First Men, the art of warging, opened a connection to the beasts of the realm.
These powers, amplified by the benevolence of the Observer, set him apart even in the earliest moments of his existence. A child of extraordinary potential.
Choosing Dragonstone as his birthplace was a calculated move. Nestled in the heart of House Targaryen's influence, it offered proximity to dragons without drawing undue attention. Here, he could hone his abilities in secrecy, preparing for the destiny that awaited.
As the child grew under the watchful eyes of his parents, their own secrets veiled in the shadows, he sensed the ancient power within him stirring. Dragon dreams whispered of a connection waiting to be forged, and the young soul eagerly awaited the day when he would step into the realm of dragons.
And so, in the quiet corridors of Dragonstone, a flame-haired child, born of Stark and Targaryen blood, prepared to embark on a journey that would intertwine his fate with the legendary tales of House Targaryen. The stage was set, and the world awaited the emergence of a dragon rider like no other. The chapter closed with the infant's eyes reflecting the flicker of dragon flames in the distance, a prelude to the destiny that awaited him.