Chapter 1

So I died huh, well damn.

"Hello there."

what the, who is speaking to me?

"Let's just say I'm a powerful being."

So you can hear my thoughts. Well, what now?

"Well, you may not remember but you did a great service for me in a past life, a service which allowed me to get where I'm at today. For this I will send you to a world of your choosing with whatever wishes you desire as recompense."

Sounds good to me, let's get started. I really loved this one show called game of thrones. I hated how it ended and the person I wanted to win the throne died in the most ridiculous way. Not only that, but the great threat that we have been waiting for. Was killed with a dagger.

I mean come on, the night king was an ancient undead warrior and he died just like that. I could understand if the regular undead died instantly to a mere touch of dragon glass and Valyrian steel. But the boss and mini bosses should have been able to take a few hits.

Also, why is it that Arya became some master assassin in the span of a few months? That shit made no sense. Sure she could kill with little to no remorse at that point. But to be able to go toe to toe with Brienne, absolutely ridiculous.

"Look, this is all fascinating really. But can you just make your demands. I have things to do."

Sheesh, so much for gratitude. Well where to begin. Okay, I want to be transmigrated into game of thrones as my game character from Skyrim.

"Which one? You have so many."

Oh right, sorry about that. Hmmm, I suppose it depends on how I want to live my new life. I could pick one of my mages and be a powerful sorcerer, or a fierce warrior. Since I plan on siding with Daenerys Targaryen, I should make myself valuable.

You know what, can I just create the character from scratch and input his stats now?

"That is fine with me. The characters in that game are not what would be considered earth shattering so why not."

Okay I want to be a Nord. Six feet five inches tall with a muscular physique. White skin, a little on the pale side with silver gold hair that is cut short. Make me handsome with a heroic face. I want my eyes to be purple. But make my body's physical age that of a sixteen year old.

I want a full set of daedric armor with a sword, mace and shield to match. I want the sword to be a long sword. An Albion Principe with a black and slightly thicker blade. Give them the same properties as Valyrian steel. Make the armor and gear able to maintain itself. So if it gets dirty than if I'm not using it the dirt will just come off and become clean again. I also want an inventory to place them in like in the game.

Make the shield, mace and sword like mjolnir. That only a Targaryen can lift them and myself. The armor should give me resistance to magic.

I want to be a Dragonborn. My Dragonborn blood makes dragons see me as their kith and kin. This should naturally make me immune to fire and dragon fire but also gives me a high resistance to magic. I also want to be able to have healthy babies with Daenerys.

Now for my abilities. I want the shouts unrelenting force, fire breath, battle fury and storm call. I want the sorceries flesh, fire, earth, force and mana. However, I want to define what a sorcery is to me and how I want it to function. A sorcery is an instinctive command of any one thing that I can conceptualize as an element.

That should do it. Now I have never been in a fight before so can you take the accumulated battle experience of all my Skyrim characters and integrate them into my mind as if I was really there? All their skill and technique to master level for the skills I have chosen. And make the shouts on gray beard level but I want full control.

As for my body, just make me a peak human. So nine hundred pounds of strength. Make my bones extremely durable as well.

Now for the most important thing. I want a dragon. Make it look like Alduin from Skyrim but a female. It will have absolute loyalty to me and will bow to no one else. She will also continue to grow as she ages but I want her to start off at Alduin's size. She doesn't need any shouts but should have a fire breath and plasma blast. Oh and give it pokemon level intelligence.

I should be able to understand what it is trying to say intuitively. Like all the people in Pokémon do. Never really understood that really. I mean they just repeat their names.

Oh and for god's sake, make it so she doesn't have to eat. Her name will be Saerys. My name will be Azazel.

"Well that was quite the list of demands you made there. But no matter it shall be done. So when and where do you want to appear?"

I remember Daenerys sailing on a boat at the start of season three. Yeah that seems like a good place to start. Just have me riding Saerys miles up out of site just above their ship. I will take it from there.

"It shall be done. I wish you good luck in your new life. Though you may not remember me I am forever grateful for your sacrifice. Live well, little brother."

Before I can even respond to that last part I am blinded by a bright light. Opening my eyes I see nothing but sky and clouds. The wind blowing past me. I take in this beautiful sight and can't stop the smile forming on my face.

I look down and I see the magnificent beast I am riding. Yes, I am flying a dragon. My dragon, and from what I can see she is marvelous. Jet black scales cover her back with some red accents in between. Her wings are spread wide catching the air allowing us to glide seamlessly over the clouds.

I look down her neck to her head. Two devil-like horns coming from either side of her head. I close my eyes to truly feel her. I can hear her great heart beat in sync with my own. Her lungs, so powerful. Her wings feel sure and able to cover the world under her shadow.

I feel something, a connection. It sends me feelings of love and acceptance. This is her, this is Saerys. The feeling is akin to that of a mother for her child. Hahaha, so I am the child in this relationship? Well I can protect you to ya know.

I hear her snort. She thinks that's funny. I know we just met but I feel a strong bond with you. May we live a long life together watching each other's backs.

I open my eyes and I see her head turned to look back at me with her one eye. She makes a sound of acknowledgement. As she turns her head back I look at my hands and see the gloves covering them. Daedric gloves. I reach up and remove the helmet to look at it.

The game did not do it justice. It is most definitely a fear inducing helm. I place the helmet back on my head and check for my weapons. My sword is at my waist and my mace is behind my back. Low enough for me to draw easily. My shield seems to be hooked perfectly on Saerys's scales.

I lean forward and my hands instinctively find holds built into her scaled back. Perfectly suited for a rider, her rider.

"Well Saerys, let's go meet the mother of dragons."

She pulls in her wings and dives towards the sea. I expected for my stomach to start doing flips but I feel at ease. I feel one with her. Every movement she makes my body automatically adjusts, like we are a finely tuned machine.