One moment, I was dying. The next, I woke up in a child's body—with a scar and a name that shouldn't be mine. This isn't the Harry Potter you know. The magic is heavier. The world is older. This world hides monsters far worse than Voldemort—and I don't plan on dying twice.

Waking up in Skyrim, this self-insert follows my journey through a brutal world of war, magic, and dragons. Vampires are terrifying forces, werewolves primal beasts, and dragons gods of destruction. Over years of trials, I'll forge bonds, master power, seek immortality, and carve my legacy in blood and fire—all while reveling in the chaos.

One moment, I was dying—beaten, broken, bleeding out. The next, I was electrocuted, my body burning. Now, I wake up too young, too weak, too wrong. The body in the mirror isn't mine, but the world around me doesn't care. And the ghosts? They aren't what I remember. Ancient, vicious monsters lurk here. This isn't a cartoon. This is reality.

996.M36. The Age of Apostasy. Two Earth-born souls woke in the Imperium seventeen years ago. One became a Commissar. One became a Tech-Priest. Let's see where this goes. Human-scale grimdark. No power fantasy.

Daemon Targaryen; what man of House Targaryen was more reviled, more celebrated? Prince, kinslayer, rogue, rider of the Blood Wyrm — his name burned through the years as both curse and prayer. Follow his final moments above the Gods Eye, the last dance of fire and fury between Caraxes and Vhagar.