1 Laying the foundation!

"Sooo… I am being sent to a medieval world with wights, dragons and dire wolves, but I can't wish for something too overpowered? That does not sound fair." The shadowy form tilted its' head slightly as it assessed the being of light in front of it.

"Exactly, it would change the balance too much. You are to be Azor Azhai, The Prince That was Promised, The Song of Ice and Fire. If you wield too much power, your opponent's strength will rise to match it. It's the balance of the world. You can wish for powers that exist on Planetos, but you can't wish for too much."

"Fucking balance my ass, being a munchkin character is much more fun. Why even summon me in the first place?"

"We need a better Champion because Jon Snow sucks. The fucker always loses. Honour my Divine Ass. What bastard wastes his lordly studies by going to The Freaking Wall? Pathetic little shit. 'But I'm just a bastard.' Weak-ass little sissy-bitch."

"… Okaayy then…" Had the shadow's face been visible, he would have looked slightly flabbergasted at this point.

"Indeed." The Figure of Light looked like it almost nodded, as if to acknowledge that everything it said was the truth. The shadow found no reason to disagree with an entity that could transport his ass wherever it wanted, so he continued.

"What about my memories and experiences from my past life? Will they matter? Languages, knowledge of the books, the series and everything in between? My relationships? Will I have to use my wishes to retain my understanding of everything?" The darkness almost seeped out of the shadow now, his agitation fuelling the effect.

"Your memories will remain as information. All emotional value will be removed. It will be like reading a piece of fiction. You will remember no names of people from your own world. You will not remember your family, friends, or anyone else from Earth. That is the part of the price you must pay. You do not have to fear for the languages. They speak and write English in Westeros. Dothraki is a bastardized version of Arabic…" The light answered whilst completely unperturbed by the rising ire of the puny shadow it held at its' mercy.

"What about High Valyrian?"

"Patience Young One. I was not done. High Valyrian is bastardized Latin. Or it will seem that way to you. Your blood will also serve to make the language easier for you to learn."

"That means I'll be born a Targaryen or at least Valyrian?" The shadows reigned in slowly as he started to understand his situation better.

"Yes, you will find out who in due time." The light seemed almost smug at the proclamation.

The shadow mused over that for a bit. It would probably be Jon Snow aka Lord Snow aka King Crow aka Aegon Targaryen. He didn't mind that, Ghost was a sick companion, and he didn't believe that he would care too much about being called a Bastard, especially when he wasn't. He felt like the light had already hinted heavily towards that.

The other options would be FAegon and Viserys. The only two other options really. He would definitely prefer Viserys in that case. His claim to the throne was way more difficult to disprove.

"Will I be tall?" He had a lot of questions. If he was going to live in a Medieval World, he was going to squeeze that shit for benefits. He also didn't want to have a 'tiny pecker' as Tormund delicately put it after Jon Snow's resurrection. A medieval world with magic and dragons whilst being short with a small pecker? No, thank you.

"That depends on how you decide your looks should be. You'll be able to design yourself within the limits of your bloodline."

"Useful. Then let's get to it!"

"You're frighteningly calm for someone who is about to enter a medieval world with limited knowledge. Why?" The light seemed to fluctuate a bit, as if it was trying to understand an unusual occurrence.

"I don't really have anything to lose. I get three wishes and the option to design my own looks, with Valyrian blood I'll be sure to be handsome. That seems pretty good to me. Better than what I was given here at least. I've always liked fighting, and I have this inner rage that I've been unable to quench due to our current laws. I've always felt as if I was born in the wrong century or world, this is like giving me another chance at greatness. Something I might actually excel at."

"Bloodlust is a good thing when controlled. Just don't throw away everything just to satiate it." The light started shining brighter as if to emphasis its' own wisdom.

Meanwhile, the shadow seemed to gain a more compact form, as he started assimilating all the information and advice he had received. What powers would he have based on blood alone, and what should he wish for in order to augment himself?

Strength? Knowledge? What would make the most sense? He would retain his memories but was any of it even valuable? He wasn't an engineer or doctor, so progress in those areas would be impossible, he was good with number and money though, so he could be a good merchant and steward at least. Those were good abilities for a leader in any case.

He didn't drink or understand much about alcohol, so that would also be a bust. Most of his knowledge was not something he could turn into money like the usual reincarnated MC he read about. He was an International Business student with a penchant for violence, and a mild saviour complex. Not really a good combination in Planetos, those traits usually got you killed.

Since he couldn't wish for things outside the possibilities of Westeros, he was quite limited in the knowledge he would be able to wish for especially since a few years at the Citadel could give him the same. Maybe all the knowledge of the Valyrian freehold? The only issue was that the godly entity stated that he could only wish for things that still existed when he was born in between the years of 275-285 of Aegon's Conquest. That single damn condition limited him a whole lot.

The Targaryen's could control dragons and resist fire, they even had some with Dragon dreams. Some of The First Men had Greensight and could warg into animals. Then there were all the other Magical powers in Planetos. Pyromancers. Necromancers. Aeromancers. Hydromancers. Shadowbinders. Shapeshifting, if you have cut the face off of someone. Blood Magic. He actually had quite a few options now that he thought it through.

A couple of moments of contemplation later, it finally hit him. Talent. Some were gifted with talent since the day they were born. That was a fact in all worlds, thus making it something he could wish for. Hard work is important. Everybody knows that, but hard work combined with monstrous talent will eclipse anything hard work can do by itself. He would at least be able to progress faster like that. He had after all seen the difference talent could mean in life.

He could also choose his own looks, and beauty was a power in itself. A power he didn't even need to squander a wish for. This meant that he was effectively given 4 wishes with one locked on his appearance. A true boon to his future. Two wishes left.

Did he want magic? He was already born a warg and Jon/Aegon's immunity to fire depended on whether he thought himself a Dragon or a Bastard. That was the theory at least. Intent was everything. Did he need more magic? If he did, it would have to be something subtle that wouldn't result in him being burnt at the stake. Especially if the Maester Conspiracy has any semblance of truth to it. Pyro- Aero- or Hydromancy? It would be epic. I'll have to hear what the big guy thinks about that. I don't want a sword without a handle. A power that hurts yourself is fucking useless.

A healing factor would also be important. It would help him with everything from muscle strain, stamina, diseases, wounds, poison, and alcohol. Would it suck not to get drunk? No. He knew that he didn't care for drinking before, and he won't care for it now. Letting himself stay sharp even in the case he is toasted by someone would be ideal.

Talent. Magic. Healing factor or regeneration. Insanely handsome, and no tiny pecker for this Aegon. The more he thought about what the Divine Entity said, the surer he was of being Aegon, Son of Lyanna and Rhaegar. If he was not, it would surely suck a lot. He really did not want poncy white hair. Black hair from his mother and purple eyes from his father seemed like a much better option to him.

"You will need to elaborate on your definition of talent and the limit of the magic you wish to wield, before I can give you a definite answer." The sudden voice of the Divine Being brought the shadow out of his musings.

"You can read my thoughts?! Oh. Never mind. Of course, You can. Might as well get to it then! I want to be talented at everything I put my mind to. Politics, Warfare, Martial Arts, and so forth. With talented I mean 1 hour of practice for me should be equivalent to another's 10 hours of practice. In other words, I should be able to complete insane amounts of training in short periods. As for the magic, I want to be able to wield the elements like a bender from The Avatar world. That means I want to wield them without the usual limitations seen in Planetos."

"Hmm. That is possible. Certain characters have similar traits, albeit in fewer areas. Arthur Dayne is close to as talented in Martial Arts, 1 hour for him is similar to 8 hours for others. The Dragonknight and his only equal opponent Cregan Stark are the only ones close with their 1 hour being similar to 9 and 10 respectively. This wish will be granted along with the wish of regeneration. The same goes for your chosen looks. Your regeneration will be limited to poison and disease immunity, smaller wounds closing up faster, faster bone mending and muscle tears. For this to work, you will have to eat a lot of calories though. Your body will need the extra energy, otherwise it will start eating away at your fat and muscle mass. Does that sound fine?" The Light tilted to the side as it looked upon the shadow for confirmation.

The shadow nodded and answered almost excitedly: "Perfectly!" It made a lot of sense.

Seeing his Chosen Champion agree, he continued. "The magic we will have to discuss. The benders are too powerful. Even one of the most powerful mages, Melisandre of Asshai, had to sacrifice her life to reach similar strengths. You do have powers over fire by birth, you will be able to ignite a Sword during combat and have a certain resistance to fire and even an immunity when in close proximity to a dragon. Also, you can't freeze to death or get hypothermia, your core temperature will keep you from that. Besides, your blood allows you great strength as a warg. I also have to mention that these are the powers with the least risk to your health. Do you still want magic?"

The shadow was baffled. Was he really given so many free powers? Being the chosen one truly was amazing. He was also absolutely certain about who he was going to be now. He did not want any other magics now. He was content with the powers given. Now he just had to find a final wish. "Can I change the world by having Rhaegar win instead of Robert?"

"No. Rhaegar's death is unchangeable. As is The Rebellion in general."

"What about my siblings, Aegon and Rhaenys, their mother and my mother too?" He might not be a hero or particularly honourable, but the death of innocents, especially what would be considered his family? Yeah, he did not fuck with that. Whilst he could still understand his feelings of his past life as an orphan, he knew exactly what family would mean. Some would view it as a weakness, but he saw it as something to draw strength from, something to live for. He really was not a cold or particularly manipulative person.

Human beings tend to draw strength from different sources, and no source as potent as those they wish to protect. Living without anyone to rely on was truly a lonely existence. He wouldn't even mind helping his elder brother sit on The Iron Throne, why would he? Being King did not make you a God, and if he had Dorne's support for the Long Night, it would be even better.

He might even be gifted with Storm's End and The Stormlands after the eradication of The Baratheons. Forget Gendry, he wasn't about to help him become a lord. He could become the next Tobho Mott and live a happy life away from politics. His talents would be of much more help as a sort of smithing teacher in the future. Artisans are extremely important in medieval societies. Wasting resources would be dumb after all. He could rule The Stormlands and all the living Baratheon bastards could either man the wall or work within his sight.

"A selfish yet selfless wish. One I cannot grant."

"But why?"

"I cannot give you what already is. You have already guessed whom you will become. Thus, I can tell you this. Anything happening before or during your birth cannot be changed. I was not allowed the option to." The entity seemed almost annoyed at being limited. 'He was a God! Fucking stupid council limiting him from interfering more.'

"Your family to be, died before your birth. Your mother's injuries were sustained during your birth. Impossible to change." The light's voice seemed almost pitying as is it explained the issue.

The Aegon-to-be was quiet for a moment. Monstrous talent, healing powers bordering on regeneration. Godly looks. Yet four people surviving was too much. He could understand his mother, Lyanna. Childbirth was tough in medieval times. Healing her was probably too much to ask for, but the other three? Couldn't they be saved by The Spider like in some of the fanfictions he had read?

The entity seemed thoughtful for a few moments as it read the shadows mind and decided to take pity on the puny mortal, by elaborating and making sure he knew, what he was actually dealing with. Everything was not as it seemed after all. Not all of his family was dead after all. He had apparently read so many fanfictions and watched the pitiful season ending of the show. He took too much stock in those, and that could be dangerous.

"The Spider is resourceful. He spins many webs. The Blackfyre and The Targaryens are all within his reach. He is playing kingmaker with five different options. The Baratheons, The Blackfyre and three different Targaryens. Elia's death is inevitable. He wants them all under his control so he can subject them to different trials and thus raise the perfect ruler. With Elia alive, it would be an impossibility."

Then… One of his siblings survived. Which one? What should he ask for? More magic? He had enough potential, but he didn't like the sacrificial part too much. Rituals? Were they a thing? Amplified warging? Knowledge of all magics, maybe? Definitely.

"Rituals are possible, even those who improve upon yourself. The sacrifices range from different beast to things you love. The stronger the component, the higher improvement. Even perfect hygiene can be accomplished through certain sacrifices. Warging is a skill that can be trained and improved upon. Time is up, and I will already have to deal with quite a few annoyances because I have helped you clarify so many things. You have to decide now. Choose wisely."

"Thank you. I have chosen …"