Chapter 1 (ADF)

## **273 years after conquest, Lys.**

Have you ever laid awake late at night, feeling that something great was happening elsewhere? Many of the people in Lys felt that way, but all knew what it was: Shiera Seastar, named after her ancestor and sharing her unique eyes, was giving birth to her first child. Many a man had pursued her, but she took a Westerosi into her bed for a week and was soon with child... the dornishman soon left her to travel more.

What none of these people knew was that Shiera Seastar had no descendants. None of these people knew that Shiera Seastar used black magic to become immortal by draining life-force from enemies, criminals, and slaves. None of these people knew why, of all times, she had finally become pregnant.

Simply put, it was comply with the demands of Death or be taken for punishment. She allowed herself to become pregnant, finding it the more appealing option.

Finally, after a harsh scream, her son was born. Hadrian 'Harry' Potter, the Master of Death, was reborn into a new world.

Slaves, having been purchased were quickly drained of life-force by Shiera Seastar to heal her damaged body.

"It's a boy, My Lady," the healer said, handing him to his mistress.

"He's already handsome. He'll break so many hearts when he's older," Shiera said, smirking at the look on her sons face. He looked amused, but Shiera was sure that she had imagined it. "He looks so much like my brother... I feel as if I've borne something great and terrible... I was going to name him Brynden or Aegon, but I have changed my mind.... I will name him Daemon, for the brother who fought like the Warrior and only fell to ambush and strategy. Daemon Seastar in Lys, but should he travel elsewhere he would be derided as a bastard by savages who cling to worthless religion."

By the time Daemon was seven months old, he would be walking due to intense effort and disdain for his helpless state, and would already strongly resemble Daemon Blackfyre and Aegon the Conquerer, but with a widows peak, darker skin, thin eyebrows, sharp nose, and grace inherited from his father. Apart from that, Daemon had deep purple eyes and the silver-gold hair of Houses Targaryen and Blackfyre.

With his ability to walk and barely talk established, Daemon struggled to develop his ability to do both better and began studying under tutors. He ended up being called a boy genius because he was secretly more advanced than his tutors and rapidly caught up with them in all subjects. Two-hundred years was a long time to live and Daemon had learned a lot in his past life.

Daemon also began weapons training; learning how to use a sword, bow, and spear and rapidly progressed despite his youth.

## **277 years after conquest.**

At the age of four and after having mastered most techniques due to skill imprints and focusing on refining his skills even further, Daemon finally met his father.

It was a normal day, Daemon devoted a few hours of each day to mastering his first three weapons, and he was firing arrows at a target when someone arrogantly barged into the yard and was nearly killed. The arrow had literally just passed them... if they were a few moments ahead they would have died.

"The guard had better have a great reason for not announcing you," Daemon said coldly. "You nearly died."

"He wouldn't let me in, but went to speak with your mother. I decided to come see what the noise was... I'm your father and I'd like to take you to Dorne."

"Oh, you're my father, eh?" Daemon asked mockingly. "It's easy to say that, but harder to become it by deed and effort... for all you knew my mother could have died in childbirth, forcing me into a life on the street or even slavery. If you're going to call yourself someones father then you should have earned the title."

"She seemed like the type to have moon tea nearby," Oberyn mused carelessly, but he knew that his son had a point.
Daemon's eyes narrowed at the insult, he quickly pinned Oberyn's sleeve to a wall with an arrow and then quickly moved to punch him in the balls, much to Oberyn's agony. Daemon quickly swept Oberyn's legs out from under him and attacked him from behind... a dagger was held to Oberyn's neck moments later.

"You seem like someone who loses fights to a four year old," Daemon said. "If you ever insult my mother again I'll chain you to a wall and let dogs feast upon your flesh."

There was applause from Daemon's mother. "Well done, but please let your father up. Rude and an above average lover aside, he merely wishes too get to know his son." Oberyn looked offended at the insult to his sexual prowess... he had greatly improved too. Daemon removed the dagger and after using Oberyn as the floor he got up, hurting the jerk in the process and amusing his mother and her servants.

Daemon and Oberyn would spend a week together, with Daemon impressing his father greatly. Daemon eventually agreed to go to Dorne for a while and get to know his father and his fathers side of the family, but that meant saying goodbye to his mother.

"You know, I never wanted to be a mother," Shiera said, thinking about her centuries long life.

"Thanks, mother. That's what every child wants to hear." Daemon replied in amusement. Daemon knew that Death demanded it to allow him to be born into a more powerful bloodline.

"Oh, I do love you, but I never intended to be a mother. You won't be getting any siblings from me, child birth is far too painful for my tastes. Now, I'll let you get on your fathers ship... I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, mum," Daemon said.

Daemon soon sailed away from Lys, but would return several years from now.

## **Early 278 AC.**

Daemon enjoyed his time in Dorne. His aunt was one of the sweetest and kindest people he had ever met and the entire Martell family was actually very loving and welcoming, and Daemon felt truly blessed to have such good family in his second life. The only complication was that his aunt Elia was getting married and that he and other bastards weren't invited, but that was understandable albeit hurtful.

With nothing to do, Daemon just trained in weapons and studied, and having mastered archery and merely having to maintain his skills, he began training in throwing knives. Daemon was flinging around a storm of knives, hitting targets at different angles and missing very few. The misses displeased him, but he would improve. He was very committed to achieving that goal.

"Daemon!" his father, Oberyn called out, causing him to stop.

"Yes, father?" Daemon asked, turning to face him and noticing Prince Rhaegar, his aunt Elia, and Ser Arthur Dayne and Prince Lewyn Martell. Daemon immediately kneeled. "Your Grace."

"Rise," Rhaegar said in interest. "It's true. You do look like a Targaryen."

"I'm descended from Aegon the Unworthy through Shiera Seastar and Serenei of Lys," Daemon replied.

"That would explain it," Rhaegar said. Oberyn hadn't mentioned that. Oberyn didn't even know, it seemed, by the look on his face. "Targaryen ancestry on both sides... have you demonstrated any of the abilities?"

"Dreams of the future and they've all came true, and also fire immunity," Daemon said, before putting out a candle with his thumb and index finger. Rhaegar was impressed and felt that Daemon could make a good husband to any future sisters or daughters of his. That would have to wait until he was the king though, his father would likely order his death due to jealousy.

"Impressive. You have very rare gifts Daemon." Rhaegar replied.

Elia went to oversee the retrieval of her things and Daemon moved on to sword training after his father said he could... Daemon impressed the Prince and two knights of the Kingsguard quite a bit. Between using skill imprints, using the Resurrection Stone to get the best teachers, and investing countless hours a day into gaining the actual skill, Daemon would be extremely dangerous as a man grown. All three were willing to take him as a squire even now, but would wait until he was older.

Later that year, Rhaenys Targaryen, the only child that Elia could safely give birth to, would be born.

## **279 AC, Harrenhal.**

The Great Tourney at Harrenhal was off to a great start. Ser Jaime Lannister was named to the Kingsguard, which was intended to further anger Tywin Lannister and strip him of his heir. Lannister being ordered back to King's Landing proved that much. Daemon was just enjoying the festivities and discreetly collecting skill imprints. He was also tempted to dance with Ashara Dayne, but he was a bastard and hadn't conquered anything so he had nothing to offer her as a husband... plus he was only six years old in body.

The tourney lasted ten days, but Prince Rhaegar won the joust and went to crown his Queen of Love and Beauty... and crowned Lyanna Stark of Winterfell instead of Daemon's aunt Elia Martell. His aunt looked resigned to it and wasn't at all angry though... Daemon looked into her mind and discovered the reason. She couldn't bear anymore children without dying. Daemon was sad for his aunt. She deserved far better than that.

Daemon could concede that Lyanna Stark was beautiful, fierce, good, and her defending of Lord Howland Reed proved that and she was also very talented with lance, having defeated several knights as the Knight of the Laughing Tree, but Rhaegar's actions were greatly disrespectful. Granted Lyanna would be better off without the lackwit brute that was Robert Baratheon, but it shouldn't be at his aunts expense. At least Daemon could easily kill Rhaegar, Aerys, Viserys, and Rhaella all with his magic if necessary.

Elia would later explain Rhaegar's reasons to her brothers at Daemon's urging, but Rhaegar wouldn't be dissuaded from running away with Lyanna Stark and he would refuse to make it public to humiliate Robert Baratheon and make it look like he simply couldn't keep his woman happy to reduce his support for a war.

Elia and Rhaegar's marriage would be secretly annulled and Rhaegar and Lyanna would soon elope to marry, but with House Martell grudgingly accepting it and still supporting the Iron Throne. This small change would have a lasting impact on Westeros.

## **280 AC.**

As expected, Rhaegar's seeming abduction of Lyanna Stark had set off a chain of events to his and his houses disadvantage....

Brandon Stark rode to King's Landing and demanded Rhaegar come out and die, but Rhaegar wasn't there. His mad father was though, and soon both Brandon and Rickard Stark were both cruelly executed.

Eddard Stark, Robert Baratheon, and Jon Arryn all raised their banners for war. House Targaryen was now doomed and Daemon knew it, which was why he had come to the Tower of Joy to meet with Prince Rhaegar before he left.

"Daemon, what are you doing here?" Rhaegar asked in concern.

"I had a vision of you dying in a river with your chest caved in by Robert Baratheon's warhammer. I had a vision of my aunt Elia being defiled by a dog and Rhaenys killed by a manticore, which I plan to prevent. I came here hoping that despite your death you would order your Kingsguard to take Eddard Stark and all of his men prisoner to force him to bend the knee to your newborn son when he's born. If you don't, then the northerners will eventually win but lose all but two men, and Stark will raise your son as his bastard and leave your mad brother to doom House Targaryen with his madness. Your son has to be raised a dragon to bring stability in the future." Most would question Daemon's sanity, but the cold certainty, his previously known ability to see the future, and the visible disdain that he had for Prince Rhaegar for bringing this about convinced the Silver Prince to agree.

"Ser Gerold, Ser Arthur, Ser Oswell... if Lord Stark arrives then you are to take him prisoner until Aegon can be born." Rhaegar replied firmly. "It seems that I will die in battle and I want my only son to have a strong Kingsguard.... I assume Lord Eddard bending the knee would give my son support to retake the throne?"

"Yes, the North and possibly even the Riverlands too, plus Dorne and the Reach if the Tyrell's can get something out of it. I've foreseen that Ser Barristan will be taken prisoner and I can rescue him with my magic and heal him enough that he can be delivered here to aid them. I'll need to bring a healer or maester here to help with the fever that Lyanna will have, but Qyburn is as good a healer as Archmaester Ebrose."

"Thank you, Daemon," Rhaegar replied.

"I'm doing it for aunt Elia and Rhaenys," Daemon replied coldly, offending the Kingsguard with his disrespect.

"Still," Rhaegar said in understanding. "Thank you."

Daemon nodded. "I'll return with Qyburn later, and I'll bring Ser Barristan and other Targaryen loyalists to aid the Kingsguard in taking them alive when I can."

The Prince and Kingsguard were all shocked when Daemon vanished without any noise or even sign of movement.

Daemon was back with his father and uncle moments later....

"How did it go?" Doran asked.

"Prince Rhaegar accepted my advice and he gave the order. If all goes well then aunt Elia and Rhaenys should survive... emptying the treasury would further weaken the Seven Kingdoms for conquest by the Targaryens and force Robert to borrow from Tywin. Once House Lannister is dead then that debt would vanish with them." Daemon replied.

"I wish you could see what Jaime Lannister is going to do," Oberyn interjected, concerned that he might hurt Elia or Rhaenys.

"His future isn't decided yet... so far I've seen him kill the Mad King to protect King's Landing and then go defend the people from his fathers undisciplined army who was raping and pillaging like Ironborn and dying as an act of atonement for breaking his holy oath. In another, he kills the Mad King and then sits on the Iron Throne, leaving the people to suffer. Either way, he isn't worth saving. In none of those futures does he try saving aunt Elia and Rhaenys." Daemon replied, to Doran and Oberyn's anger.

"Steal the treasury if you can, but don't risk your life any further," Doran said, prioritizing Daemon's well-being over a victory.

"I won't," Daemon replied. He wouldn't risk his life. As the Master of Death, he was nearly unkillable and it took a lot to do him in.

## **281 AC.**

The Battle of the Trident was lost and Daemon was forced to act. In short order, Ser Barristan Selmy was recovered, along with his armor and weapons, and then healed with magic and then sent to aid his sworn brothers. Daemon also acquired an imprint of Ser Barristan's skills.

But, now, Daemon was rescuing his aunt and cousin.

Daemon confounded the guards and walked right by them, glad that he had mastered the casting the spell wandlessly and non-verbally.

"Aunt Elia?" Daemon asked, shocking his aunt. "I'm here to rescue you."

"Daemon! How did you get in here?" Elia asked in concern and fear for the lives of all three of them.

"Magic. Uncle Doran agreed that I could, but we need to be quick." With that, Daemon used magic to pack their things and pulled Balerion, Rhaenys' cat to her. A portal to Sunspear was opened and the two were quickly gone....

Daemon, however, entered the Shadow Realm of Westeros and waited for Clegane and Lorch to arrive... when they did, both were burned in Fiendyre, their armor and weapons reduced to molten metal.

After retrieving the treasury and placing it into magically expanded trunks, Daemon decided to interfere with the Lannister men's crimes. Using magic, he confused Lannisters army and caused thousands to begin turning on their comrades... and kept casting a thin blanket of magic, turning the weak-minded into pawns to kill those with stronger mental fortitude while Tywin and Kevan Lannister both watched helplessly.

"This is just the first of the many humiliations that you will suffer Tywin Lannister," Daemon spoke with a distorted voice from the Shadow Realm, scaring Tywin with the threat and a display of power far beyond his own.

Meanwhile, Daemon was infesting King's Landing with spying and eavesdropping spells, and when that was done, he gathered up some useful Targaryen loyalists to aid House Targaryen.

Daemon apparated away from King's Landing, leaving 9000 dead Lannister men in his wake.

After dropping off the royalists at the Tower of Joy, Daemon returned to Sunspear to be with his family.

"I was getting extremely concerned," Oberyn said in relief. "I thought you'd be back far, far sooner than this."

"I placed some spying and eavesdropping spells in King's Landing, took the treasury, killed Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch, and then experimented with warfare on the Lannister men... I toyed with their minds and it effected thousands, most of the 12,000 men are dead. I think I have a real gift for combat and strategy."

"Y-you killed thousands?" Doran asked in shock, not doubting his nephew due to the look in his eyes.

"They were the bad guys and they were murdering, raping, and pillaging," Daemon replied.

Doran decided to move on.

"Lyanna Stark should give birth in a few months and then you'll all have to go into hiding and exile," Doran said. "I'm sorry, but eventually they will come here searching. Small in number and politely at first, but if we deny them access, and we would have to, to hide you, they will come with an army. Daemon used Valyrian sorcery to create a hideout near Braavos. I'm not sure why or when, but he has." Doran gave him a look.

"I'm going through a phase where I like secret hideouts, fortifications, secret tunnels, and military and naval bases. I needed to do it far away from the moronic Faith of the Seven non-existent deities. I've been working on the Olympus refuge for years in my spare time, but I'm proud of the end result."

"I'm afraid that Rhaegar and Lyanna's child will have opposition from Viserys and his few supporters," Elia began. "Aerys proclaimed him his heir."

Daemon snorted in derision. "Viserys is a mad little prick and too much like his father. He'll never sit upon the Iron Throne. No one will follow him if there is another option, and there is no point in putting someone like him on the throne when he'll just get overthrown quickly. It would just cost House Martell soldiers and money for no return."

"We can kill him when he's a man grown... if we have too," Oberyn added.

"I'd rather we didn't," Elia said, not wanting to resort to that.

"Daemon, you can go play," Doran said, but Daemon knew what he meant. He wanted Daemon to keep up his good work.
Before Daemon left the room, his aunt and cousin both hugged and thanked him, but they were family and Daemon didn't deem their thanks necessary.

Having learned that Eddard Stark was nearing the Tower of Joy; a rather unfitting name, Daemon went to oversee the confrontation between Stark and the Kingsguard. Daemon had also checked on Lyanna and was using magic to keep her alive and she would also recover much faster.

"Lord Stark," Ser Arthur greeted.

"I looked for you on the Trident."

"We weren't there," Ser Gerold said.

"Woe to the Usurper if we had been," Ser Oswell said. "Your friend the usurper would lie beneath the ground if we had been."

"The Mad King is dead. Rhaegar lies beneath the ground. Why weren't you there to protect your prince?" Stark asked.

"Our prince wanted us here."

"Where's my sister?"

"Alive and well. You may see her after she's done giving birth. But I doubt that she will want to see you after all that you've done." Ser Gerold said.

"What I've done?!" Ned asked angrily.

"Hiding the letter that she sent you and starting a rebellion built upon a lie with your friend, the usurper!" Ser Gerold replied angrily. "She left a letter at Riverrun for you and your family, but you disregarded it and let a pointless war be fought!"

"I was never given a letter!" Ned replied.

The Kingsguard looked at each other.

"It was Petyr Baelish, who wants Catelyn Tully and hates Brandon Stark and Hoster Tully," Daemon chimed in helpfully, causing the people to turn to face him. "Baelish impregnated Lysa, the bastard was killed with Moon Tea, and Baelish was later sent away after getting humiliated by your lackwit brother." Stark glared at Daemon for insulting his deceased brother. "What? He pranced into the Red Keep and then demanded that a prince come out and die... his stupidity got himself and your father killed. The Mad King burned your father alive and then went and raped his sister again to celebrate while he was still excited by the fire."

"Stupidity like that is why the Stark's should stay in the North. You're all too honorable, naive, stupid, and now you have a kingdom weakened by war and are now obligated to defend a third rate holding due to a useless marriage alliance. You're married to a dumb cunt who is only good for bearing children, and your sister lost her husband because you wanted her to marry a lackwit drunken brute who only wants to drink and fuck." Several of the Kingsguard and other knights and servants looked amused by Daemon's small rant.

Qyburn exited the tower, looking pleased.

"The Queen has given birth to a healthy son, who she has named Aegon. She will require rest, but should be able to handle a short visit." Qyburn reported.

Ser Gerold nodded. "Lord Stark, if you will surrender all of your weapons and allow yourself to be searched you may visit your sister." Ned looked offended, as did his bannermen. "You favor the usurper far too much and even your sister questions your loyalty to your family."

Ned agreed and ordered his men to only defend themselves before surrendering all of his weapons. Ser Oswell searched Stark and Daemon couldn't resist making jokes.

"And people call the dornish promiscuous... such loving caresses," Daemon said, causing Ser Arthur to crack a smile and Ser Oswell to glare. "He's a married man, you harlot." Daemon said, causing several men, including the Kingsguard, to laugh. Daemon took pity on them both and quit making jokes. Stark was confirmed as unarmed and was let inside to visit his sister.

After making sure that nobody died, Daemon sent the Targaryen's and their loyalists; minus two of the Kingsguard, off to Olympus.

Daemon opened a portal to Dragonstone and he and Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan stepped through it and found themselves greeted by Targaryen spears and swords. They lowered them once they saw Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan.

"Please take us to Queen Rhaella immediately," Ser Barristan said, and the guards readily obeyed.

They arrived minutes later and the three knelt before Queen Rhaella.

"Ser Arthur, Ser Barristan, and you must be Daemon, Prince Oberyn's son." Queen Rhaella said. Rhaegar had spoken highly of the boy who had Valyrian ancestry, Valyrian abilities and he already had great skill in arms. Rhaella could see why Rhaegar considered Daemon as a potential husband for possible sisters or daughters if legitimized.

"Your Grace," Ser Arthur said. "Princess Elia and Rhaenys, as well as Queen Lyanna and her newborn son Prince Aegon are all safe in one of Daemon's secret bases. We have come to hopefully send you there. It is only a matter of time until Dragonstone falls, Your Grace, and we would like the remaining members of House Targaryen safe far away."

"How does a child have a secret base?" Rhaella asked in amusement.

"My mothers family knows sorcery; including Valyrian sorcery and I use it to build secret bases for fun. The bases the others have been sent too is less than a weeks travel from Braavos, it can hold thousands of soldiers, and can have a large fleet docked nearby. It's between Braavos and Lorath and the Iron Bank will support House Targaryen and they won't sink the Targaryen fleet. Backing House Targaryen is in their best interests and I can inform them of my families involvement, which will help due to my mothers influence."

"I'm still reluctant to let that worthless drunk take my families ancestral seat of Dragonstone."

"What if it were warded so that anyone who enters Dragonstone or certain areas would die, with their life-force and magic only strengthening the wards? It wouldn't kill the Baratheons, but it would kill anyone else including servants and soldiers. Also, the treasury was secured and stored at the base. This will force the Baratheons to borrow and beg and weaken their position for a future conquest. If the usurper marries Cersei Lannister as expected and borrows from House Lannister then any debt owed to them would be erased along with their house in the future."

"If you can ward Dragonstone then I will agree to abandon it, but I don't want them to be able to hold it."

"I can do that, but the ward will be weak at first and gradually gain strength by killing those loyal to House Baratheon. It would keep killing faster and faster until enemies die instantly. A month at most until the ward shows results the first time. They would assume poison and likely send more men to their deaths while investigating." Daemon said.

"You are going to be very dangerous when you get older," Rhaella said with a smile.

"I know. I'm going become the greatest fighter in the world and conquer something and make myself a king." Daemon replied, knowing that the adults would just dismiss it as a childish dream and they just smiled indulgently as predicted. "Will Aegon or Viserys be king?"

"Aegon will. The throne is rightfully his and Aerys wasn't in his right mind. Don't worry, Daemon, Rhaenys will be safe either way though."

"I know. The surviving Kingsguard were loyal to Prince Rhaegar and would therefore transfer that loyalty onto his only son and daughter. Most will do that due to your sons reputation." Daemon replied, impressing the queen with his perceptiveness.

The queen would soon announce their plans and all those willing would be joining them in exile... it was only a few thousand but it was better than nothing. Not all ships could be taken, but Daemon had a great idea to hinder the enemy: land ships where the enemies would and burn the ships that they couldn't take to create a hazard for the enemy. An idea that was applauded as being great. Daemon would ward the island and then return to Sunspear and begin working on his plans. Daemon would later be informed of the birth of Rhaella's and Aerys' final child being born, a daughter named Daenerys.

The Baratheons would lose thousands to the traps on Dragonstone and the life draining ward and Stannis would be given nothing but the position of Master of Ships for all of his sacrifice and hard work. Daemon was amused that they considered Dragonstone cursed by the Targaryen's, but it sufficed.

Daemon's skill with weapons and his intelligence continued to grow along with his spy network and soon he would be knighted and then leave to travel and build up resources for his conquests.