After I died, I thought I would meet the gods; maybe they would take me to Valhalla. I could dine and rest with the gods, I thought.
But no, I was reincarnated. I don't know if I was reincarnated or transmigrated, since my body is not that of an infant.
Actually, I am quite big, bigger than most adults.
But no, I was reincarnated. I don't know if I was reincarnated or transmigrated, since my body is not that of an infant.
But, you see, I didn't reincarnate or transmigrate, whatever term you want to use; I am not human.
In fact, I am a dragon, a dragon of Old Valyria. And I plan to go to Dragonstone. Home of the last Valyrian house—the Targaryens!
