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The Feral Dragon

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Wolverine reincarnated in ASOIAF as Prince Gaemon Targaryen, 11th child of King Jaehaerys.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Reincarnation

Chapter 1: Reincarnation

Logan lay amidst his own blood and organs, the remnants of a fierce battle with the new clone of himself finally bringing him to his knees. His adamantium poisoning and age had caught up with his regeneration, rendering him unable to heal. Yet, there was solace in knowing that at least Laura would not tread his path as a weapon; she had escaped the Corporation's clutches. With a smile on his face, Logan breathed his last as Laura tenderly acknowledged him as her father..

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Logan became aware of a light enveloping him. He couldn't feel the chronic pain that had been a constant presence for the last decade. His entire field of vision was filled with white light, and he tried to raise his hands to shield himself from it, but couldn't; his hands were unresponsive. After a couple of minutes of trying, he realized that he had no body and was floating before a white light.

"Don't try to see me through the light, my dear Logan. You will go insane, well, more insane than now," a melodious voice said.

 

"What is this? Who are you? I thought I finally died. How am I alive again?" Logan asked, his thoughts further tangled in confusion as he couldn't feel any emotions. Everything seemed muted.

 

"You are correct. I am Death. You are dead, and your regenerative ability has finally failed you. You are now a soul in my realm. I intercepted you on your way to your reincarnation cycle."

 

Logan knew he should be angry at the being for this interference, but there was no feeling. He could think logically and asked, "Why?"

"It would be a waste of your talents and skills to simply erase your memories and send you back for reincarnation. So, I've chosen you for a special task. Given your background as a mercenary, I have a job offer for you. You'll be reincarnated as a baby in a fantasy world overrun by otherworldly entities who use it for their immortality. Your mission: hunt down and eliminate these beings. Consider this a vacation to enjoy and relax in this new world. You can do as you please, but you must fulfill your task of killing the Immortal beings. Your reward? You'll be allowed to reincarnate into the body of X-24 in your world after this mission, where you can live out your life with your daughter and keep her safe."

 

Logan pondered rejecting the offer, but the promise of the reward gave him pause. "I agree. Which world will I be entering? How will I identify and confront these Immortal beings? Will I retain my powers there?"

 

"You are going to be reincarnated in the world of ASOIAF. This world is well-known in your realm due to its popular book and movie series. I see from your memories that you're familiar with the story, though it's been some time. You'll retain your mutant powers from birth, though they'll be subdued during childhood to avoid detection. Additionally, you'll inherit any magical abilities of your new body, which you'll have the opportunity to develop through training. You'll need to seek out the monsters on your own, and once you've slain the final one, I will visit you. Good luck, and see you soon."

Logan was unable to respond before the white light dimmed, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

 Kings Landing

73 AC

Prince Aemon

Aemon was roused from his sleep by a banging on his door. Recognizing it as the urgent summons of the Kingsguard, he quickly leaped from the bed, throwing on a robe to appear presentable, and called for them to enter.

 Ser Lucamore Strong bowed respectfully upon entering. "My Prince."

 Aemon nodded in acknowledgment and gestured for him to continue. "Ser, what has happened to warrant waking me in the middle of the night?"

 "My Prince, I regret to inform you that the wet nurse of Prince Gaemon has reported that the prince is experiencing difficulty breathing. His Grace is already with the young prince in the room and has requested your presence. The Grand Maester has also been summoned and may already be in attendance."

Prince Aemon's expression hardened with worry. "I will join you shortly. Allow me a moment to change from this night robe and compose myself."

Ser Lucamore bowed and exited to wait outside the room.

 Aemon began to undress, shedding the robe and selecting a shirt and pants from a nearby chair. As he dressed, his thoughts turned more toward his mother than his younger brother. He felt a deep sadness regarding Gaemon's premature birth three months prior and his fragile condition. However, his greater concern was for his mother's well-being should Gaemon's illness prove fatal. Aemon struggled with guilt, knowing he couldn't love his younger siblings as he did Baelon and Alyssa. The age gap between them was significant, creating a barrier he found difficult to bridge.

 Having dressed, Aemon left his room and made his way towards the royal chambers, his mind heavy with worry and conflicted emotions.

 Aemon entered the room and bowed respectfully. "Father, I am here as quickly as I could. I am ready to assist in any way possible. Can my brother be saved?"

 The King, lost in thoughts of his own lost children Aegon and Daenerys, watched anxiously as the Grand Maester worked to save the life of his youngest son, Gaemon. He heard the chamber door open and recognized the entrance of his beloved heir, Aemon.

 King Jaehaerys nodded solemnly. "Aemon, it is truly a dark day. I don't know how I will break this news to Alysanne. Losing our son will devastate her." His gaze remained fixed on the Maester's attempts to save Gaemon, but the prince's condition was deteriorating rapidly. His cries grew feeble, and his breathing became faint.

 The Grand Maester stopped his efforts and turned to the King. "Your Grace, I regret to inform you that the young prince is beyond help. He is departing for the Seven Heavens," the Grand Maester said, bowing respectfully, his eyes downcast with sorrow.

 Aemon drew a weary breath and sighed heavily. The king remained still, gazing at the child with a mixture of sorrow and pity.

 "It seems that even the Citadel cannot defy fate's whims, Grand Maester," the king uttered quietly, and a solemn silence fell over the room as Prince Gaemon's breathing ceased.

 

The Grand Maester examined the prince and delivered the somber news, "Your Grace, his breathing has stopped. He has passed to the Stranger."

 A single tear welled in the King's eye, swiftly concealed as he refused to show weakness before others. "Allow me to see him one last time before the Silent Sisters prepare his body," the king said, moving towards the crib. The Maester's assistant, holding an oil lamp for visibility, approached closer at the king's gesture.

 As the king beheld his son for the final time, he decided to return the Dragon Egg to the hatchery. As he reached for the egg, his hand was unexpectedly pierced by the scales, causing him to recoil and inspect the wound. In the commotion, the assistant lost grip of the oil lamp, and it fell towards the cradle, igniting the Dragon Egg like wildfire.

 The King, Aemon, and the Maesters jumped back in alarm as the cradle and the Egg were enveloped in increasing heat. Aemon watched in astonishment as the flames consumed the egg, the orange glow intensifying into pure white and then turning black.

 Guards swiftly summoned water to douse the fire, but before they could arrive, the flames eerily subsided.Approaching cautiously, the King examined the remains of his son and the charred Dragon Egg, when suddenly, a cry echoed from the cradle amidst the ashes. The sound startled the guards.

The King moved quickly, reaching into the ash and smoke to find his son crying with newfound strength. He was astonished, exchanging incredulous glances with Aemon and the Maesters. As the King gazed upon the child, he noticed the purple eyes slowly turning to black, reminiscent of his uncle Maegor's eyes after awakening from injuries sustained in the Trial by Seven.

 Logan, unable to silence the cries of his young body, gazed up at a man with deep purple eyes and ethereal beauty, silver hair shimmering. The last thing he heard before losing consciousness, while looking at this mysterious figure, was someone addressing the man as "My King!!!"

Authors Note: A muse generated because of n number of question regarding whether Balerion will be the Dragon of Daemon in my story A Different Song. At that time I also read a story in which MC/SI has balerion as a bonded dragon which culminated in this. Logan/Gaemon will have Balerion as his dragon in this…