Chapter 70 - My SI Stash #70 - The Mountain’s Range by The Passionate Admiral (A song of Ice and Fire) (1/2)
-Another complete SI fanfic!
*SI as Gregor Clegane. He'll be making his own faction/group to put things in order and no secret spilling. He'll be keeping his mouth shut. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Sypnosis: Self-Insert. Gregor Clegane was one of the worst people to have ever existed. But what if someone else lived his life? What if a modern person of sound mind and honorable character was reborn as The Mountain? How would his rational and reasonable mind impact the ultimate outcome of Westeros? He just might be able to change the world for the better... Feedback is appreciated
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(The Passionate Admiral)
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Chapter 1
Note: These first few chapters will go by very quickly. Say, the first ten or eleven chapters will take place between the prologue in ”A Game of Thrones.” After that, the story will begin to follow some of the events in the beginning of the first book, but many things will happen differently or be avoided altogether.
He did not know what went wrong.
One moment, he and his partner had cornered the suspect into a one-way alley. The next, the sound of a gunshot filled the air. After that, all he felt was a rush of pain in his back. He had dropped his gun and collapsed onto his c_h_e_s_t.
He vaguely registered the image of his partner turning around and firing at the source of the first shot. A shout of anguish was heard as the assailant crumpled lifelessly to the ground.
After securing the first suspect, his partner rushed to his side. He just barely discerned the words ”Oh, God…”
He did not know how badly he had been wounded, but evidently, it was bad. Really bad.
His partner contacted HQ and hastily reported ”This is Special Agent Vincent Moreno. We have an agent down. Repeat, agent down!”
After giving their location, his partner turned him onto his stomach. He supported him gently and beseeched him ”Come on, Greg! Stay with me!”
Greg. That was his name. Special Agent Gregory Welch of the Central Intelligence Agency. That had been his job for the last five years. He and Vincent had been working together for two months. This was their first major case together. It would also be their last.
His senses gradually began to fade. All he could make out was a strange humming noise that blocked out all other sounds. Then, his vision became impaired. Everything around him seemed to get brighter and brighter. It was as though he was staring directly at a quasar.
Suddenly, all the pain vanished. It was replaced by a very peculiar sensation. Gregory felt as though he was immersed in liquid, yet he was not drowning. He also felt as though he was encased in an odd container, and its only opening was the bright light in front of him.
He had a strange inclination to rush towards that light. Alas, he found himself unable to move. However, that did not keep him within the container. Somehow, he was moving, anyway. He felt as though he was being propelled towards the light by some unseen, unexplained force. Progress was very gradual, but it was consistent.
Finally, he reached the light and exited the container. Upon his departure, he noticed he had been holding his breath. He let out a sharp gasp to take in some oxygen, and an ear-piercing wail emerged from his lips.
He abruptly felt large hands take ahold of him, and he was lifted into the air. There was a momentary lapse of pain on his navel – or where his navel should have been. But it quickly faded away.
He soon realized he was n_a_k_e_d. Luckily, he did not stay that way. He was swiftly wrapped up in a blanket by the hands that had picked him up. Once he was securely wrapped up, he heard a feminine voice announce ”You have a son, milord.”
He was then transferred to another pair of hands. That brought him face-to-face with a middle-aged man. The man was tall, strapping, and gruff, but he held a warm countenance. He appeared to be bristling with pride.
”Hello, my boy,” the man said happily.
Apparently, he was a baby. That alone was remarkable. But the fact that he was aware of it… that was rather unique. Was he supposed to remember this? If not, somebody had some explaining to do.
”He's quite a large babe,” the father remarked.
”You need not tell me that, Husband,” the mother mumbled. She was clearly exhausted.
The father looked to the man with the large chain, as though he was expecting some news from him. The man grinned and proclaimed ”Your wife is doing well, milord.”
The father nodded and declared ”Ryna, Maester Velix, you may go.”
He assumed Ryna was the midwife. So Maester Velix had to be the man with the chain. Odd first name, that one. Then again, maybe it was a title. But had had never known anyone who had such a title. At least not in real life.
”Yes, milord,” Velix said obediently. He and Ryna took a bow and left the room. The father carried his son over to the bed and sat down next to his wife. She moved closer to her husband and smiled down at their newborn child.
”Welcome to the family, little one,” the mother cooed softly.
Greg had never believed in reincarnation. Then again, he had never been a strong opponent of it, either. He had admitted that reincarnation may have been possible, but he never would have thought he would experience it firsthand.
However, he soon realized this was something even bigger than reincarnation.
His mother turned his father and asked ”Have you decided on a name, my love?”