William was always a fighter. He was born into a rough family and had learned to fight and defend himself at a young age. As he grew older, he developed an interest in boxing and began practicing every day, aiming to be the best.

William entered the ring on the day of the match, his heart racing with excitement. The audience applauded as he confronted his opponent, a towering man who had already earned a reputation for himself in the boxing world.

William fought valiantly, evading strikes and landing devastating blows. But as the bout progressed, he began to weary, and his opponent exploited his vulnerability by delivering a final, crushing blow that sent William crashing into the ground.

He felt himself fading away as he laid there gasping for air. The crowd's applauding and yelling got muffled, as if he were hearing it from underwater. He attempted to stay alert as people gathered around him called his name. His vision became blurry, and his thinking went cloudy. He was aware that he was dying, but curiously, he was not terrified of it. It felt almost like a release, a chance to let go of all the grief and tribulations he had faced in his life.

William blinked as a figure emerged in front of him, attempting to make sense of what he was seeing. Although he couldn't see its face, he could feel its tremendous presence, a weight bearing down on him with an eerie, otherworldly energy. The figure towered over him, exuding a peculiar, otherworldly light. It emanated authority and domination, with penetrating eyes that appeared to seep into William's own soul.

The entity spoke in a loud, powerful voice that seemed to echo around the room.

"William," the creature whispered, reverberating in his head. "I have chosen you to be reborn."

William stared in disbelief at the being. As someone who had always been suspicious of the supernatural, he was astounded to see it right in front of him - confirmation that it was all true.

"How?" he inquired, his voice barely above a whisper.

As it spoke, the entity's mouth twisted into what appeared to be a smile: 'I will send you to a new world, a world where dragons soar and magic is real - a world you might know as "The House of the Dragon," a prequel to "The Game of Thrones." In this world, you will be reborn as the son of Boremund Baratheon, the current head of House Baratheon, and you will find yourself living in the same year as Rhaenyra Targaryen.

William's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend what was happening. He watched "The House of the Dragon" And now, he was being offered a chance to live there, with a prominent family name and a role to play in the events that would shape the world's destiny.

It all seemed to be happening so quickly, and William felt a sense of vertigo, as if he was falling through a deep chasm. But then he thought of his mundane life in his own world, where the days felt repetitive, and the fights felt meaningless. Perhaps a new life was exactly what he needed - a chance to start over and experience something truly extraordinary.

William's eyes lit up with newfound determination. 'Okay,' he said firmly, 'I'll do it.'

The being nodded, and vanished, while the darkness closed in around him, William couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. He had loved boxing, and he had always hoped to make a name for himself in the sport. Now, that dream was gone, replaced by something entirely new, unfamiliar but greater.

As his consciousness slipped away, William couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. He was excited and scared, all at the same time, but he knew that whatever happened next, he would face it head-on, just like he always had.