Transmigration of the Soul

Chapter 7: A Dream And A Dragon

Dragonstone was beautiful, in a creepy and haunting way. Hundreds of years old, made of Valyrian magic and dragon flame. The castle looked to be made of dragons of black stone, that forever guard those within. Hundreds of Targaryens had lived here, and hopefully hundreds more would. It had been many years since a Targaryen had lived here permanently, thus a steward had been taking care of the castle.

The inside was just a darkly beautiful as the outside. Her mother allowed them all to choose their rooms, Naerys chose a room that had the best view of the ocean. The room was last used by her great-grandmother Alyssa Targaryen, before her it had been Aereas, and before Aerea it had been Daenys the Dreamers.

Ever since they arrived on the island, there had been a tugging in her mind, as though something was attempting to get her attention.

In the quiet of her room, she could hear a low humming. Doing her best to ignore it, Naerys lay down in her new bed to sleep.

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She found herself in what appeared to be a surgical chamber, one that would be found in her old life as Padmé. But unlike the white sterile room she had given birth in, this room was black and shrouded in darkness.

A dark hooded figure entered the room, and the moment she saw his face she felt anger like she'd never felt before. Despite how grotesque and disfigured his face had become, she knew this man. Sheev Palpatine. The new self crowned Emperor.

Naerys hated him. He had used not only her husband, but Padmé herself as well. When the Trade Federation had attacked her planet during her first term as Queen, it had been on his suggestion that she call for a vote of No Confidence in then Chancellor Velorum, opening the seat of Chancellorship for Palpatine to take for himself. He had slowly built up more and more emergency power for himself throughout the Clone Wars, to learn he was responsible for the entire war, leading both sides, all so he could destroy the Republic and create an Empire infuriated her.

A DD-13 surgical droids movement caught Naerys attention. It had beckoned the robed figure of Palpatine foreword. "My Lord, the construction is finished. He lives."

'What?' Naerys thought, 'who lives?'

"Good. Good."

The droid led the Sith to the operation table, and Naerys followed. Something lay on the surgical table. A large figure, cloaked in black. 'Is this some new type of droid?' Naerys wondered. 'No, they said he lives. For all the personality Padmé had witnessed in droids throughout her life, they wouldn't be classified as living, especially not by a medical droid. It must be a person. In some sort of life support suit.'

Slowly the surgical table began to rise vertically. And she heard a haunting sound.

KISH KOOSH. KISH KOOSH.

It sounded similar to someone using a respirator to breath, but louder.

"Lord Vader? Lord Vader, can you hear me?"

"Yes my Master"

His voice was deep, likely do to a vocorder.

"Where is Padmé?", the man, this Lord Vader turned to Palpatine, who took one step back. "Is she safe? Is she all right?"

'What? Why would this person worry about m—' Naerys stopped her thoughts right there, because she knew the answer. 'No. No, no, no, no. NO! It can't be. Not him. Not Anakin. ANYONE BUT ANAKIN!'

"It seems..... in your anger.... you killed her."

'No! Don't listen to him! You didn't kill me!'