Missing Wolf

When was the last time the Targaryen dynasty had a real king? Was it Jaehaerys I Targaryen, also known as the Conciliator or was Aegon Targaryen the first? The truth is the Targaryen dynasty only had one true king before I sat on the throne, and that was Aegon Targaryen first of his name, and I have already far surpassed him. It's ironic that the only true kings born from the Targaryen blood share the name Aegon.

 Aegon Vl Targaryen to Olenna Tyrell

In the morning, the sun shone through the cracked wooden walls of the shack Aegon was sleeping in, his eyes snapped open.

He slowly got up and got his things together, putting his weapons back in their place and his cloak back on his back.

He walked out of the shack and towards the place where the horses were tied. They were nothing special; Aegon simply picked the one that looked the healthiest and drew his sword.

Shing!!

Having sensed his intention the horses neighed and pulled on the ropes that tied them but it didn't matter.

Schlk!!!

Thud!!

Aegon swiftly chopped the heads of the remaining three horses as their bodies fell to the ground, and blood pooled out melting the snow.

( Ding!! Killed three horses + 12 points)

Looking at the bloody scene Aegon turned grabbed the remaining horse and began leaving the area.

" System bring up the map, mark the next bandit group and the animals near me."

On command, the floating map appeared in front of him with various orange dots and a group of red dots.

Aegon looked at it and jumped onto the back of the horse and continued onto his next target.

" A couple of days have passed. The Starks probably know I'm missing already, I wonder what they will think, after all, I left no traces that I left on my own or that I forced, and no one saw me leave the castle."

" Anyways, as fun as it is to think about them running around in a panic, I've got more important things to think about."

( Flashback morning of next the day Aegon left)

Winterfell stirred with its usual routines until a servant noticed Aegon's empty chambers. At first, they thought little of it. Jon Snow wasn't of much importance he was after all just a bastard.

It was clear to all the distaste and some might even say hatred Lady Stark had for him, so the servants took note and treated him as a bastard should.

Of course, they couldn't do anything extreme after all even if Lady Stark hated him, he was still the son of the lord of the castle and Lord Stark clearly loved the boy.

But as the minutes turned to hours and Hon Snow was nowhere to be seen, word quickly spread around the castle reaching the ears of Lord Stark and his wife.

"What do you mean he's not in Winterfell?" Ned's voice was calm but edged with concern. He stood in the Great Hall, his eyes locked on the trembling servant who delivered the news.

"I-I checked his chambers myself, my lord. His bed was untouched, and no one had seen him since he departed for bed the night before."

The unspoken conclusion hung in the air: Jon Snow was gone.

Catelyn Stark, standing beside her husband, folded her arms tightly. Though she had never hidden her dislike of Jon, a flicker of unease crossed her face, she knew how much her husband cared for the bastard.

He wouldn't rest until he found out what happened, but she was very much happy the boy was gone, if anything he should stay gone, but she knew better than to voice the true thoughts that spun in her head, As she should silently by her husband's side.

Ned's brow furrowed as he considered the possibilities. "Perhaps he's gone hunting or patrolling the nearby woods. Send riders to search the surrounding areas."

Robb, standing nearby, spoke up. "If Jon left, he must've had a reason. It's not like he ran away I'm sure he'll be back for dinner tonight father."

But his words did nothing to calm Ned's growing unease, which seemed to grow stronger with every passing second.

' Jon where in seven hells are you? And why am I feeling so uneasy.' He questioned to himself.

The castle soldiers got into action, searching the forest surrounding Winterfell for hours until night was here once again, and there was still no sign of Jon Snow.

The news did not make Lord Stark happy as he found himself standing in the crypt of Winterfell.

" Lyanna I'm sorry."

Flashback ends.

Aegon tightened the reins of his newly chosen horse a sleek black mare with a strong frame and sharp eyes that mirrored his own.

The first rays of dawn pierced the forest canopy as he rode onward, leaving the bandit camp and the corpses behind without a second thought. His cloak billowed in the cold wind, and the rhythmic thud of hooves on the frosted ground filled the silence around him.

The forest was thinning as he neared the southern edge, where the snow was lighter and the ground firmer.

This was good traveling speed would increase but he knew he still had a long way to go before reaching Kingslanding or even leaving the North.

The journey took him toward Dragonstone and his destiny, as the horse moved steadily forward, Aegon's thoughts continued planning the future of his kingdom.

His confidence grew stronger the closer he got to his destination, a long unfulfilled dream was soon to be fulfilled, and he would rule or burn everything to the ground.

" I will arrive on Dragonstone soon enough, and I will have my dragons."

The wind carried his words away, but the resolve in his voice lingered. Dragonstone awaited, and with it, the first step toward reclaiming his birthright. The game had begun, and Aegon intended to win.