Death is not something you are supposed to come back from. Most men are lucky enough to get once chance at greatness, one chance at fame and glory, most men don't get that one chance.
Now here he is again, if this is being back.
Rhaegar Targaryen, that's who he was, that's what's left of him. A ghost, quite literally, a spirit. But what was he doing here? How was he even here? Rhaegar "stepped" forward in this mysterious place. Through his spectral eyes he could hear things, but distantly, like voices of something that weren't even there.
But he was there and he had a mission. Something ejected him from the afterlife and gave him a vision of the future, a vision of what is to come somehow he had to stop.
Whatever it was provided him with a mission, but not a body, that he would need to borrow.
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