Mischievous Little Fox

Introductions... again. And beginning of the story

I STILL HAVE THE SPIDERVERSE FIC ON THE BACK BURNER BTW! Im just waiting for it to go to Netflix or something.

One more thing, this is just a trying out thing I actually have a SOUTH PARK X PJO fic I wanted to get into as well. So I'm just trying some fics out. Add a few chapters but nothing to serious until the other fic is done. But just watch out for a few first chapters coming out.

ANOTHER THING! Sorry. But my main focus will be on finishing Reincarnation Station so the likelihood of me updating frequently is basically low as shit and I apologize but my priorities are mostly getting that finished.

SPOILERS FOR THE END OF SEASON 1 OF HOUSE OF DRAGON! I CAN NOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH THAT IF YOU ARE FOLLOWING THE SHOW THROUGH MY OTHER FANFIC THAT YOU WILL GET SPOILED FOR THE END OF SEASON ONE AND SOME OF THE BOOK!!

It had only been a few days since Stiles has found out his best friend Scott had been bitten by a werewolf. Stiles was not ready to deal with this shit. Sure, he can run faster, smell and hear better but he was not in the mood to have his best friend going all Hairy Carrie on everyone that was in his line of sight. Not to mention Stiles's nightmares becoming more in depth than ever before. Stiles, of course, hasn't told Scott that they have gotten worse, he doesn't need all of that on his plate at the moment.

Stiles was stuck in his head until a blinding light made him shield his eyes away. When he opened them back up again he realized that he was in a strange room filled with old leather couchs and a lot of odd characters and even some of his friends and family. His father, for example. And Scott and his parents were seen on the sidelines.

"What is happening here?! Where is my gun?" Dad barked out before moving in front of the boys and Melissa.

"That's what I'd like to know." Chris asked wishing he had his crossbow with him.

"Be calm Sheriff. I'm a friend. My name is Balerion, the God of Death. Me and my siblings have decided to do the Targaryens a favor. A gift if you will. Once again the young Prince Lucerys, favored by the Gods, has been reincarnated into another world and we are gifting you the chance to learn of that life." Balerion explained.

"Once again?" A beautiful woman with auburn hair asked the God as she figeted with her fingers.

"That's right. A different version of yourselves are watching the young prince struggle with the acceptance of learning that he was an important catalyst in the escalation of the War of Fire and Blood." Balerion told the woman.

"She gets to see Luke but I can not? How could you be so cruel?" A beautiful white haired woman wailed with pain in her eyes.

"Worry not Your Highness. The boy was not given only one chance at life. Even now the boy stands before you in the flesh." Baler-ion told her before nodding to Stiles direction.

"Wait one second! You expect me to believe that there's a God and multiple universes? Much less that my son is connected to one of them?" Noah demanded before pulling Stiles to him.

"That's right Noah. We all have our part in the universe. A place for us but even then that place isn't enough. The first life was cut short or they didn't play the role that was made for them. Stiles, or Lucerys, wasn't meant to be the escalation of the war between the Blacks and Greens. He was meant to grow up and become the Lord of Tides. Taking over his grandfathers legacy and title and starting a peaceful rule over Driftmark. Alas his uncle cut that life short in his misguided attempt at justice."

"His uncle? Why the hell would his uncle just kill him?" Noah demanded.

"We were at war. He followed his cunt of a mother instead of accepting out gracious offer to end the war. He could have been a squire and lived in the palace in peace." An older man grumbled.