A Twist of Fate

The Shadowhunters Dimension

The bustling nightlife of New York City fills Aemon's senses from his vantage point of a nondescript skyscraper's rooftop. Closing his eyes he opens his remaining senses to the world, taking in the noises, the various smells, and the feel of the city's air. It fills him with a sense of nostalgia that resonates with his more mundane memories; yet despite it he feels a deep sadness from within for he does not belong. He feels like an outsider, or more aptly put, he feels like an animal outside of its ecosystem. For like all faeries he does not belong within this concrete jungle.

Even now, within the depths of New York City, he can feel nature calling to him. It whispers in his ears to return home and embrace his heritage, to leave this false jungle behind and embrace the natural. Whether a scorching desert, a lush forest, a burning volcano, or even a frozen tundra, it would welcome him home with open arms. It tells him to run wild and free, hunt, and cause mischief. Most importantly it whispers to him that the magic of the Wild Hunt is only the surface of his abilities.

"No matter the realm, humans remain unimpressive." says the Other, grounding Aemon back into the physical world.

"Must you infringe upon my moments of solitude?" asks Aemon. "For two hours I have wanted nothing other than the noise of the city and thoughts in my mind, instead I am forced to hear nothing but your whining of humanity's flaws." Aemon says.

"Whining?" asks the offended Other, his face cold and impassive as always.

"By the old gods, is your mind as lacking as your emotional intelligence?" replies Aemon with a sneer.

"It seems that you are finally beginning to feel the side effects of being what we are." says the Other.

"Speak plainly, you ice demons. I have heard enough vague statements from Melissander to last me several lifetimes." Aemon tells him with a glare.

"Being what we are—" the Other begins only to be interrupted by Aemon.

"What we are? I am a fae, and you are an Other. You and I are not the same." Aemon says with a snarl.

"Regardless of what you wish to believe, you and I are of similar enough species for many attributes to overlap and for the differences to rarely matter." the Other says, his voice as devoid of emotion as his face despite Aemon's animosity.

"Our people have no name for our species for it was never necessary. However, by the laws of this world we are Aos sí, for the number of similarities between "The Fair Folk" of this world and our species are quite significant. As you have noticed, you are now a member of The Fair Folk, however you possess enough attributes of my people to stand apart from the fae of this world and my people. You are neither completely fae nor are you completely of my species, making you an Other." explains the specter.

For a few minutes Aemon silently regards the Other while processing his words. After a few moments he lets out a laugh, hollow and devoid of any amusement.

"How cruelly ironic." Aemon says as his laughter comes to an end.

"What you are currently experiencing is something that our people have experienced since our species has existed. We experience emotions on a much grander scale than humans can possibly imagine. We love more fiercely, our passions burn brighter and our hatred can be more devastating than a raging dragon." explains the Other.

Hearing the Other's, no the Aos sí's, words, Aemon opens his mouth, a witty retort on the tip of his tongue before he decides otherwise; for no matter what thinks of the Aos sí he is self-aware enough to know and acknowledge that his views towards them as a people are colored by his experience of the Long Night.

He knows nothing of them as a people nor their culture beyond their military potential, and a war is certainly not the best place to learn of a specie's attunement with their emotions.

"How do your people live with heightened emotions?" Aemon asks, they have barely spoken for five minutes and in that time he has sneered more than his entire lifetime. Eventually he will not be sneering but drawing his sword to commit murder.

"This is not something that I can help you with. Our people have always had heightened emotions. It is the norm for us. You will have to learn to live with it yourself." the Aos sí replies.

Nodding, Aemon turns his attention to his companion.

"How are you boy?" Aemon asks as he scratches behind Ghost's ear.

Per usual the direwolf's response is silent, yet Aemon understands him all the same.

Before Aemon can respond to his direwolf, a DCG notification draws his attention.

[The Scientist: @TSOIAF What's the meaning behind your epithet?

The Song of Ice and Fire: It references a prophecy heralding my birth.

The Star of Terra:…

The Chosen One: Looks like we have something in common. There's also a prophecy about me.

The Song of Ice and Fire: Prophecy are fickle things. Take their words with a grain of salt.

The Star of Terra: Your prophecy, what did it say you would do?

The Song of Ice and Fire: That I would lead humankind to win The War for the Dawn, the war of the living against the dead.

The Son of Poseidon: Did you?

The Song of Ice and Fire: I failed. The dead overwhelmed the living and the war was lost. The commander of the opposing army plunged his sword of ice through my heart.

The Son of Poseidon: But, you're alive?

The Song of Ice and Fire: Whatever being is responsible for the DCG is responsible for such a miracle. Moons ago I awoke within a river, in a universe very different from mine own.]

As the group chat reels from Aemon's revelation, a private message appears before his eyes.

[From: The Best Friend

Heeelp!!!

I think I might have accidentally summoned your family and they don't look happy with me at all. One of them even tried to stab me. Also, they have DRAGONS!!!]

Aemon's eyes narrow as he reads Simon's message. As he makes his way into the skyscraper, Ghost silent following along, Aemon wonders what trouble has Simon gotten himself into now.

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The Jade Wolf is a Chinese restaurant located on the remote docks of Red Hook in Brooklyn that doubles as the New York werewolf pack's headquarters. In the novels it is the glamoured form of the New York werewolf pack's headquarters. An old, abandoned police station, the Second Precinct building of the NYPD in Chinatown, it appears like a takeout-only restaurant that serves Chinese cuisine.

Considering that Aemon finds himself on a remote dock as opposed to an abandoned police station, he is more than certain now that this universe follows the TV Show's canon closer than the novel's.

Entering the docks, Aemon pays no mind to the restaurant itself and makes his way towards where a warehouse should be.

"Aemon?" calls out a familiar voice as he passes the restaurant's entrance.

Turning towards the voice he finds himself facing one of his resurrected downworld.

A woman in her early twenties, the resurrected werewolf is buxom and beautiful, with olive skin, large dark eyes and long, thick black hair that falls in ringlets to the middle of her back.

Observing her features with greater attention now, Aemon comes to the realization that she bears a striking resemblance to Arianne Martell. The comparison to the Dornish princess makes Aemon wonder if the nipples on her full breasts also look the same, and as the thought enters his mind he finds himself filled with an overwhelming lust.

While thoughts of love making fills Aemon's head, Ghost bites his gloved hand and vigorously shakes his arm, clearing his mind.

"Good boy." remarks Aemon as he scratches him behind the ear.

"What are you doing here?" asks the werewolf, bringing Aemon's attention back to her.

"Simon is in need of my assistance." Aemon replies as he continues on his way to the warehouse.

"What trouble did Clary's boytoy get himself into now?" asks the werewolf as follows Aemon.

"We shall see." replies an amused Aemon as the warehouse becomes visible.

Looking upon the situation however, all amusement swiftly leaves Aemon.

"By the gods." whispers Aemon as he looks at the four dragons sleeping upon the destroyed warehouse.

The first dragon, and the one nearest Aemon, can be no other dragon than Drogon, for his scales are black, his horns and spinal plates are blood red, and Aemon is willing to wager that were his eyes open they would be smoldering red pits.

The second dragon has silver scales that remind Aemon of the moon with golden horns the same shade as the spear on House Martell's coat of arms.

The third dragon is snow white in color with the only other color being the red markings on its face reminding Aemon of the tear marks on a weirwood tree.

The final dragon's scales, horns, and wings are all black, reminding him of the numerous descriptions of Balerion the Black Dread.

"What the fuck?" says the werewolf, drawing Aemon's attention away from the dragons.

"That was my exact reaction." Simon's voice says, making Aemon finally notice his presence along with the four people standing near him, two men and two women. Aemon suspects that he knows the identity of the shortest man and the shortest woman.

Of the four, the one that immediately draws Aemon's attention is the shorter of the two men, for he can be none other than a version of Jon Snow himself; a Jon Snow whose face holds more Targaryen features as opposed to Stark ones, including eyes of amethyst coloring. Paired with his pale skin, lean build, and graceful bearing, Aemon is sure of his identity.

He wears black boots, breeches, gloves, and an arming doublet with red coloring on the inside. Tied around his waist is a sword belt where a sword that can only be Dark Sister is sheathed.

"What mummer's farce are you playing at Simon?" asks Jon Snow as he protectively wraps one arm around one of the women while his other hand goes to Dark Sister's grip.

"I have no idea what a mummer's farce is." replies Simon as he quickly makes his way to Aemon's side.

"Enough, Jae. Simon has not given us any reason to doubt him." replies the taller man.

He stands two inches or so taller than "Jae", with the traditional features of a Valyrian, pale skin, platinum hair, and eyes a lighter shade of purple than Jae. He wears all black like Jae, however his doublet is embellished with scales reminiscent of dragon scales, and a black cape is fastened to his doublet with two Targaryen coat of arm pins and a chain. The most striking feature on his person however is the Conqueror's Crown that sits upon his brow, a circlet of Valyrian steel, set with big square-cut rubies.

Narrowing his eyes, Jae regards Aemon and Simon with suspicion.

"Apart from summoning us to this foreign place and speaking of nonsensical things like alternate dimensions and multiverses?" asks Jae.

"You have the Conqueror's crown." says Aemon as he approaches the group before the taller man can respond to Jae.

"You recognise it?" asks the taller man with a smirk.

"It fits the descriptions found in books, 'A circlet of Valyrian steel, set with big square-cut rubies.'" Aemon responds before extending his hand out "Aemon Stark, or Targaryen. Whichever is more convenient." he introduces.

"Aegon Targaryen." replies the man as he shakes Aemon's hand before turning to his three companions. "My brother, Jaehaerys Targaryen." he says as he points to the shorter man. "My sister, Rhaenys Targaryen." he says as he points to the woman in Jaehaerys' arms. "And my wife, Daenerys Targaryen." he says as pulls the shorter woman into his arms.

With his suspicions confirmed, Aemon cannot help but let out a deep laugh that startles the group.

"Perhaps you would like to share what you find so amusing." says Jaehaerys.

"If you were in my situation you would also find this situation amusing." replies Aemon. "You come from a world where Robert Baratheon loses the war, I come from a world where the opposite happens." he says, darkening their mood.

"You two die with your mother." Aemon says as he points to Aegon and Rhaenys before facing Daenerys, "And you and Viserys are fugitives in Essos." he tells her, causing her to frown.

"And me?" asks Jaehaerys.

"We…" Aemon says as he points to Jaehaerys and himself "…are raised as Eddard Stark's bastard." he says and is not surprised when Jaehaerys sneers in disgust.

"You're mad." says Jaehaerys.

"Am I?" asks he steps into Jaehaerys' personal space, staring him in the eyes as he briefly calls upon the ice in his veins.

Seeing Aemon's eyes briefly change into that haunting starry blue color Jaehaerys quickly retreats back along with Rhaeny while drawing his sword.

"With all you've seen and experienced, can you truly deny my words? Can you deny me when the proof is before your very eyes?" asks Aemon as eyes change to the same amethyst as Jaehaerys'.

As Aemon's words sink in silence envelops the area with the four displaced Targaryens silently conversing amongst themselves as Aemon, Simon, and the resurrected werewolf look on.

"Let us say that we believe you." says Aegon. "How do we return home?" he asks.

"On that, I have no answer for you. I too am displaced from my world with the only possibility of returning being a twist of fate." replies Aemon.

"So what? We are to live in this strange and foreign world, at the mercy of this fool's goodwill?" asks Jaehaerys.

"Or you could come live with me. I've always wondered what it would be like to live with the Targaryen side of the family." Aemon suggests.

"Do you not live in this world?" asks Rhaenys.

"Thank the gods no. Caraxes, Ghost, and I would have long gone mad." Aemon replies with a smile as he caresses Ghost's fur.

"Caraxes? You have a dragon?" asks Daenerys.

"Aye, prideful and at times murderous, but I would not want any other dragon." Aemon says with fondness.

"Prideful and murderous, why does that sound familiar?" asks Rhaenys as she looks at Jaehaerys with a smirk.

"He is a dragon, not a house cat." replies Jaehaerys before turning to Aegon with a raised eyebrow.

"Well?" asks Jaehaerys in High Valyrian.

"What do you think?" Aegon replies, also in High Valyrian

"I don't trust him, but there is some truth to his words. This world is foreign to us, and while the world he himself is stranded on will be foreign we will at the very least be in close proximity with someone knowledgeable in our plight." says Jaehaerys.

"I would never claim to be knowledgeable of our circumstances, for I have only experienced it recently. I do, however, understand what you are going through. Dying and finding yourself resurrected in a foreign world is jarring." Aemon says, joining their conversation in High Valyrian.

"You understand us." remarks Aegon.

"I have spent ample time in Essos to learn the language." Aemon replies.

Before Aegon can answer, Rhaenys intervenes. "Did you also die before awaking in the foreign world?" she asks.

"Aye, an Other's sword of ice swiftly put my life to an end." Aemon says as he massages the area over his heart, causing Jaehaerys and Aegon to flinch.

"Ice spear through the heart. Slow, painful, and miserable." Jaehaerys says.

"I don't remember my death, only the Other's sword swinging towards my neck." Aegon says as he massages his throat.

Turning towards Rhaenys and Daenerys, the three are not surprised when they refuse to speak of their own deaths. Only those mad or familiar enough with death would ever be able to speak of such a grim and harrowing experience.

"We will come with you." says Aegon in the common tongue. "Hopefully we will someday find a way home, and if not then perhaps we can make a new life for ourselves."

With a brilliant smile on his face Aemon taps Aegon on the shoulder. "Good." he says before turning to face Simon.

"Is that acceptable?" he asks.

"Yea man. I don't even have a place for myself, let alone three dragons." Simon says as he approaches them with the resurrected werewolf not far behind.

"Arianne?" Rhaenys calls out as she notices the young woman.

"Reina actually. Do I know you?" asks a bemused Reina.

"Apologies. You bear a striking resemblance to my cousin." Rhaenys replies.

"She must be quite the looker then." Reina says, causing Aemon to snort.

"Is there something you wish to say, little brother?" asks Rhaenys.

"Nothing." Aemon replies, looking quite abashed.

"No, do tell. Did you perhaps have relations with Arianne?" asks Daenerys.

Seeing no other way out of this, Aemon turns to Aegon and Jaehaerys for aid, only to find them also interested in his answer.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes Aemon turns to Rhaenys "Yes, she and I fucked." he says, making them laugh.

"How was it?" asks Aegon before swiftly dodging Daenerys' playful slap.

"The Red Witch was better." Aemon answers with a smirk.

"Horseshit." Jaehaerys and Rhaenys say at once.

"And how would you two know?" asks Daenerys, causing Rhaenys to coyly glance at her, making her blush.

Before Daenerys can respond, Simon interrupts.

"Um guys, maybe you should leave before someone notices the three big dragons sleeping on the destroyed warehouse.

Nodding Aemon turns to Simon and Reina.

"I will return soon." he says before focusing on the DCG

[Dimensional Travel Engaged

Location: Base Universe - AOT

Travelers: The Song of Ice and Fire, Summoned Characters: Jaehaerys Targaryen and Winter, Aegon Targaryen and Balerion, Rhaenys Targaryen and Silver, Daenerys Targaryen and Shrykos]

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Author's Note: Here's the latest chapter. Tell me what you guys think.