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Winter's Requiem
LazyFrogOfJustice19
Chapter 6: The Red Priestess
Chapter Text
"We're here my lady." One of the soldiers said as he opened the carriage, within it lay only one passenger, a woman clothed within long red robes calmly staring into the walls of the carriage. Minding only of a small message given to her in such an abrupt way, a sudden call from a familiar individual within the ranks of her order. The raven carrying it to Dragonstone was fast and swift, and the moment the small parchment arrived, she found it both as a curious predicament as well as a worrisome fact. Not in the state of worry that demanded fear, but the kind of which demanded further investigation.
She gingerly held the small piece of paper in her hands, looking over the written text yet again as she deeply thought of what this important meeting was. The soldiers given to her by Lord Stannis as escort waited for her reply as his eyes were fixed solely on the mysterious woman. She sighed for a moment before turning her attention towards the man who was still waiting for further orders.
"My lady?" the man asked.
"Are we in the exact spot as the meeting procured?" she said. The man nodded in reply as he looked around the area they were in. It was a remote village near the docks down south of Westeros, only a few miles away from King's Landing and a few miles away by sea towards Dragonstone from whence they came. The weather was for some reason frigid. Even though it was currently summer at this age, the air and weather of the world around them was in different kinds as days continue to pass. This place was no exception, and for the woman she thought of this as something akin to what her God was doing. As for what reason, she did not know in the slightest.
Yet even with such a bizarre climate, her mission was still in effect and the meeting she needed to be part of was still in motion. There was no indication outside the carriage's window that her 'contacts' postponed the meeting nor does anything indicate otherwise.
The woman pocketed the parchment as she slowly let herself out with the soldier taking her hand to help her out of the carriage. Stepping foot on dry land yet again with the cold night sky and chilly breeze was very odd in the South, she wondered herself if Winter was coming soon as it would ideally mean that things were in motion for the prophecy to commence. She darted her eyes around the surroundings of her carriage, it was an inn that they stopped at, and like most inns it would mean that a pub was most likely in the lobby of it. A place where drunk men and women waylay their transgressions, stress, and slight feelings of happiness that dwindled within an afterthought. It made her wonder why the meet-up was in this place particularly, not that she questioned it, but there were in fact better areas that suited such individuals like her.
Nevertheless, if this was the place they chose, she would most likely accept it, as the topic itself was a matter of great importance.
There were a few people that walked in the streets that night, some were busy within their homes along with their families, and some like the voices of cheerful singing and the like inside the inn spent their evenings in a different manner. At the very least she would give her contact credit for choosing the place, as it would attract little to no attention from large families within Westeros which were already suspicious of Stannis Baratheon. The soldiers her lord gave her were one of the most loyal as well, it made her feel a bit of relief in regards for her safety, and this was in fact a very remote town, making it unlikely for any other large house to get in the way of her plans.
"Is the inn really the meeting place my lady?" the soldier beside her asked.
"According to the parchment sent to me… yes. This is the place." She said, her voice as mysterious and melodic as always. Like how she preaches within Dragonstone whenever she appears in those cases.
They both stared at the entrance of the inn where they could hear people laughing and cheering inside. A clear picture was both on their heads, a scene of drunkards having the time of their lives while cheering for whatever nonsense that comes from their mouths. This did not bode well in terms of worry for the soldier, who swore to keep his passenger safe against all odds. Thankfully, the few good men he brought along in this excursion were well-trained and disciplined. Should something happen, they can evacuate with a quick escape.
"I'm not really sure about this my lady. I don't want us to get into any trouble, and drunkards tend to invite trouble wherever they please." He said to her.
"I have no fear of the situation my dearest captain. Just protect me as my God shields me and all will be well. I do trust my faith within your service as warranted after all. You have proven many times that you are worthy of your current rank, I only ask that you keep your faith in me and maybe I'll get you a reward later on." she said as her red alluring eyes drifted towards him as they met face to face. The captain blushed for a moment as the playful smirk on the woman along with the light slap on his face returned him to reality.
"Y-Yes my lady."
"Good. Take two of your best men and follow me inside. If my contact is already there, then your concerns will be alleviated, for I am sure this will not take long." She mused as she started to walk towards the entrance, behind her the captain and two of his men followed along. Swords by the hilt, vigilant and steely in case of anything bad that will happen.
The red robed woman brazenly opened the creaking wooden door as various voices filled the small pub area of the inn. A collection of mostly men and some women were enjoying their night filling their bellies with whatever food was being served and the alcohol making most of their appetite. The scene was very usual amongst rural towns within not only Westeros, but some places back in her continent as well. Nothing much of value was to speak of within this scenery and nobody seemed to mind her presence along with the three knights behind her. She looked around hoping to see anybody she knew of but with no avail as no one in particular stuck out in her field of vision.
Silently they walked amongst the populace of the inn as they moved from table to table, with strangely no one looking at them at all. To the men behind her, they would have pegged this as something strange, but it seemed like they all agreed that the people in here were minding their own businesses, that included them regardless of their appearance and the beautiful woman they were escorting along.
As she continued to walk amongst the patrons, she wondered as to why everything seemed off in her senses. Like this place had an odd vibe that did not speak to her well. Deciding to ignore it, she continued towards the front desk, hoping to speak to the owner of the place and asking if there were any patrons on the rooms above that expected any guests to speak of. As she continued along her eyes suddenly drifted towards one patron sitting across a table near the wall. A female.
Oddly enough she was watching her closely, a small smile upon her lush ruby lips with her bright yellow eyes that drew her attention closely. She was wearing clothes that were in the colors of red and predominantly white. A small glass of ale was placed in the table in front of her, yet her hands and arms were nowhere near it. She merely stared at her in a transfixed state, not even looking away as her short and raven-black hair moved slightly from the wind coming out of the window next to her. A pale mirage of moonlight seemingly shined behind her, illuminating her like a spotlight that demanded attention…
Yet strangely enough, nobody seemed to notice her.
Like she was invisible…
There was something else as well, within the field of vision around her, she noticed that the sounds of all the patrons along with their voices were drowned out by her presence. Like she was placed in another reality overlapping this one. Yet looking around it made no sense, as everything was just as it was, except for her.
The red robed woman continued to stare at the direction of the mysterious figure, until she heard a voice from the captain behind her who was worried at where exactly she was looking at.
"My lady, are you alright?"
The red robed woman shook her head for a moment as she looked at the man. She nodded as she tried to regain her composure. The mysterious individual was still looking at her regardless but this time, the odd sensation of the sounds around them were gone and she continued to refocus her mind on the task at hand.
However, a part of her wanted to ask the woman, walk near to her and try to discern what the odd sensations were. Normally, she would be open for interpretation and she would usually use bits of the power given to her by the God she worshipped. A lot of strange occurrences and scenarios were normal for her experience and age, yet for the first time in years, that sensation…
Was different altogether.
Maybe she will ask the woman later once the meeting is done. She continued to walk towards the front desk in deep thought as the soldiers behind her looked around the pub for any possible case of danger that may affect their mission.
As she arrived at the front desk, an elderly woman greeted her with a smile. The old woman was wiping off a few mugs of ale that were given to her by patrons that finished their session within the bar. Her hair was gray and although not technically that old yet, she did have the look of years being behind her already. The red robed woman cleared her throat before speaking towards what she deemed to be the owner in respect.
"Excuse me, is there a Kinvara upstairs waiting?" she softly asked.
"Kinvara? Hmm… there's been quite a number of people that rented the upstairs room for tonight. I don't know their names so I wouldn't be sure."
She then took out the parchment from her pockets and slowly opened it for the woman to see.
"She should be wearing this symbol on her robes. Add with that, she should be wearing something along the lines close to mine." She explained as she showed the old woman the symbol of her faith, and the woman squinted her eyes towards it, wondering if she indeed encountered such a symbol.
It took a few seconds before the woman responded to her inquiry as the lady tried to discern the symbol on her parchment.
"Oh. I think I've seen the symbol dear. But I don't think they wore clothes that match yours. They were in a hurry as they rented one of the rooms above. I don't know why exactly, but they seemed to be concerned of something."
She squinted her eyes at that odd remark. The thought of them concerned about something was in fact an issue. An issue she was unsure on how to react on it, especially since the woman said that they did not wear the robes she wore.
"What room are they please?"
"It's the closest one to the stairs dear. They chose that room specifically oddly enough."
"Ah. I see." She then administered a few coins and paid the old woman handsomely. She then greeted her as they started to walk away upstairs, until the old woman called out to her once more.
"My dear, may I ask a question first before you leave?" the elderly woman said. However, the moment she leered her head towards the old woman, she noticed something odd yet again, the way how friendly the question was, but the face she wore was that of whole seriousness. Like the cheerful woman from earlier was gone in an instant. She also noticed another figure behind the woman who walked in a calmed state while wiping used mugs of patrons that already left. The figure looked feminine and sported long hair that reached at the end of her thighs behind her back yet she was not facing their direction.
"My lady… what is it?" the captain said, bringing her out of her retinue. She blinked for a second there, noticing that the old woman never asked her any question… but the mysterious figure still continued to wipe one of the mugs behind the elderly woman. The old woman was not even looking at her direction at all.
A sudden feeling of unease came upon her, wondering if she was crazy… or if there were dark powers at work here. She needed to find out, and the only answer could be her brethren who were up above in one of the rooms. Without replying to her escort, she continued on as she walked towards the stairs in a moderate pace, candles illuminated the dark halls with an orange glow that made their current situation stranger than needed. As they arrived at the top of the stairs, she noticed that there was only one room next to the staircase, and with a small sigh, she gently curled her fingers into a fist.
Knocking at the door with a bit of urgency intact.
The old wooden boards of the door creaked open in a slow fashion. Eyes full of fear and concern greeted her in full circle the door itself was not opened to tis full extent, a small chain that was latched into a lock was still on.
"I-Is it finished?" a voice said from inside. The red robed woman instantly recognized the voice and tone. It was indeed Kinvara, a priestess she knew back in Asshai and one person she talked to frequently when it came to their faith. She was mostly a proud and confident person, hearing her and seeing her like this at first glance made her step back for a moment in surprise.
"Kinvara… fellow sister, what happened to you?" she asked.
"Melisandre? I-Is that you?" the fear and uncertainty in her voice present, as if danger loomed in this mostly calm and peaceful tavern. It made them all feel on edge as the three men behind her quickly held on to the handles of their swords in a pre-emptive fashion.
"Yes… it is me. May we come in? I have received your letter on Dragonstone. You asked that there were urgent matters that needed discussion. Most importantly what you and the others have discovered." She said slowly, hoping to calm the nervous priestess behind the door with easy and soft strides between the words of her sentences.
Dread however was nothing to scoff at, and the priestess known as Kinvara continued to look around before closing the door again and opening it after undoing the latch. As she opened the door for the others outside to see her in better clarity, Melisandre suddenly realized that she did in fact wear strange looking robes. The symbol of their faith was still intact in one part of her attire, but the rest was vastly different. It now comprised entirely of jet black colors with minimal red, yellow, and dark purple strides within the edges of the robes. The most eye-catching part was the fact that on her chest was a bizarre and new symbol. Completely alien to her, and was a farcy from the Lord of Light's crest.
It made her question entirely as to why she wore robes like this… and if Kinvara was a heret- No, that would not be the case. Kinvara was as devout as her, and there is a likely explanation as to why this is happening. Especially since she was far too scared and uneasy about something.
"I-Is everything alright downstairs?" Kinvara suddenly asked.
"What do you mean?"
"A-Are they… still alive?" as she said this, Melisandre the priestess of R'hllor was slowly putting the pieces in, and it moved directly towards the mysterious woman earlier who sat by the window. Illuminated by the ethereal glow of the moon. One that supposedly nobody noticed amongst the patrons of the tavern.
"They are. Kinvara, what is going on here? Why are you so afraid? And why are you wearing such… odd attire?" she asked, trying to probe the woman for answers.
The woman simply looked at both edges of the hall and towards the staircase. She then looked at the retinue of her guest, and thought of something.
"I-Is it just you? Are you the only ones who came?" she asked.
The captain and Melisandre looked at each other.
"Yes. Though there are two other men outside guarding our carriage." The captain answered for the red robed woman at her behest. Kinvara nodded in quick succession like a crazed woman who was struggling to keep herself calm.
"Good. Do you trust these men sister?" she asked again.
Melisandre looked at her escorts and nodded at her fellow priestess. Lord Stannis did in fact allow them to protect her, and they were the best of the best of the men he had at hand. They would not say anything outside of the walls within the small room Kinvara was in, and she knew that they were deathly loyal to their Lord.
"I do." She simply said in confidence. As she said this, Kinvara quickly grabbed her hand and lead her inside. The other three followed suit, although the captain stopped at first and bid the other two to guard the door outside should anything bad happens. He then closed the door behind him until the other priestess who was clearly too afraid and mad fearfully condemned his decision.
"FOOL! Why did you leave them outside? They will die." She said.
"I assure you my lady, they will be fine… they are well-trained men that can handl-
"That is not the issue here! If you all want to survive! Heed my words directly. Let them in!" she interrupted. Melisandre then stood in front of her as she held both shaking hands of the woman to calm her nerves down.
"Sister. Be at ease. Just tell me what is going on and please explain to me what's happening."
"B-But they'll die!"
"That is also not the issue here. Regardless of their deaths, I will make sure that we live through this night. Just… tell me what is going on." Melisandre whispered, hoping for the captain not to hear what she said. Kinvara relaxed for a bit with wide eyes that stared directly towards her. She slowed her breathing for a moment before looking at her yet again.
"Why did you ask for this meeting?" Melisandre said.
"It is not only for you, sister. It's for all of us. I was sent in part of all the priests and priestesses of our faith to remind them of the change forthcoming. I was sent for you, there are other out there with the same fates. The world is changing Melisandre… and we are given these calls to make us aware of what's coming…"
Melisandre tilted her head slightly. Change? What is coming for them exactly?
"I don't understand. Do you mean the prophecy has taken shape already? At this early of a time?"
Kinvara instantly shook her head in response to that.
"No. This is different sister. A far different outcome for everyone. Not just for Essos… nor Westeros or beyond… this for our world in general. One of the forty-one has already arrived, the greatest among them, the leader of their order has stepped his first legs upon our world. Our Lord himself has come forth." She explained in a vague and foreboding tone. Words and statements the red robed woman herself did not understand, except for the last part.
"The Lord of Light… is here? In the flesh?" she asked slowly. Without knowing what to think of it at all. Kinvara looked at her as if she was a novice in their faith. A thing she had not seen ever since her first teachings within the order.
"Our faith's reach was miniscule in stature Melisandre. However, after the discovery of a certain individual from the great beyond, it has changed rapidly. Bringing us a new understanding of what lies forth beyond death and everything. I… I have seen it myself, through her eyes. Even then I could not believe it, but there was no other explanation, no other truths that are made available for us."
She then held on to Melisandre's hands as tightly as she can.
"Our Lord has yet to appear Melisandre. Yet the messenger has come for us, and with our renewed faith, we could change the world under HER guidance and HE will bless us with the faith bestowed upon our prayers."
Melisandre was surprised by this news. She was still processing it, but the way how Kinvara told her explanation was not filled with lies, nor deceit. It was all true, and her devout words were precedent to that. She was afraid of what to do next as the uncertain "new" future was now brought to them. Meaning that the preparations of the old prophecies are gone completely. Replaced by this new warning… a warning given by a messenger. This HER.
Her thoughts drifted towards the woman downstairs… how her eyes glistened with that small smile upon her face. How she continued to stare at her the moment she entered this place.
"Is she… here? Downstairs I mean?" she said with a bit of fear in her voice.
Kinvara stopped for a moment. The clear devout excitement in her voice was replaced with unease and caution.
"I was hoping everything was finished already. Hearing you say such things at first made me question what exactly happened downstairs. It's been more than a few hours since we arrived here and the messenger wanted to talk to you directly unlike the others. She said… that you were needed for a task specifically to fulfill a grander purpose."
"Task? Of what kind?"
"I don't know. If you said that nothing happened downstairs… then I think you are mistaken."
Melisandre and the captain who unsheathed his sword were afraid to ask why.
"It has been quiet for the past few hours Melisandre. Far too quiet downstairs." She simply said. Melisandre and the captain found this odd… since they came across the patrons down below, enjoying their night. Nothing odd except for the woman she saw. They both thought of this as a joke...
Unless something bigger was in play here.
"Sister. Tell me about the Messenger…"
"I have nothing to tell you. I think its best that you talk to her directly. Otherwise this trip would be in vain." Kinvara then grabbed her hands again squeezing them tightly. "Make your beliefs strong Melisandre and they will keep you safe. Much like mine. As scared as I am. Our beliefs will keep us safe."
They stared into one another's eyes directly for a few seconds. The silence cut through them like a looming threat was upon them. The captain then noticed something new about the whole place. Earlier, the cheerful banter of the patrons downstairs were heard in some capacity as muffled voices through the wooden walls. At that moment, no sound was heard. Not even a whisper of any kind.
A chill slowly crept upon the captain's spine, Melisandre on the other hand felt a large feeling of dread in her senses. As she has never seen nor experienced anything like this at all. It made her feel like a novice within the secrets and magics of the world around her.
It felt like she was returned to being a normal person who was shocked to see the existence of such things. Like a child being mesmerized at the discovery of light and fire.
"S-She's testing you." Kinvara whispered.
Their eyes were suddenly fixed on the door. Where in a sudden moment, a blade as thin and sharp as the most rarest of Valyrian swords quickly cut down the chain that was latched upon the door from the inside. Slowly, the door opened forward… revealing a tall man wearing strange robes and a mask upon his face. He was wiping his blade with his bare hands, as blood trickled from it. The blade in itself was curled slightly, it had only one edge and looked so sharp it could cut a man in half within a fraction of a second. Behind him lay two bodies. Their faces and heads were obscured completely, but the floor was riddled with blood.
He stood there calmly staring towards the occupants within the room.
The captain's mind was full of fear and dread as he held on to his sword. The bastard had killed his men and he boldly stepped into this room unannounced. He wore no armor to speak of, so he knew that one quick hit would finish him off easily.
Melisandre and Kinvara watched when the captain shouted in attack only to freeze midway. His face looked like he was fighting off something. Like something was controlling his body. Like a puppet on strings, which cannot move without the influence of its master holding the restraints. He grunted with all his willpower to move as the sword dropped from his hands. His body then collapsed knees-first on the floor. He then looked up to the mysterious mask-wearing man in front of him and he suddenly felt his hands moving towards a dagger in his belt. He tried to stop his body from doing the action, but as the agony continued to move forward, his arms had grabbed on to the unsheathed blade and was aiming towards his stomach.
He tried to squirm but his body would not comply and he could only watch as the blade impaled him with one swift motion. Guided by his own hands towards his stomach. Pain manifested itself as blood started to bubble in his mouth. His eyes widened at the sudden action. Petrified as death was upon him.
Then the man moved, raising his gleaming blade while aiming towards the captain's neck. In one fell swoop the blade beheaded the captain without any difficulty at all. His head rolled down slowly towards the feet of both Kinvara and Melisandre.
"Minohodo shirubekideatta na" he whispered with a low tone upon the dead body. A language both women did not understand. Yet the tone and wording of it felt like pity for the lost soul that died under his blade.
The man faced them afterwards to which Kinvara responded with a quick bow of her head. Melisandre did the same out of caution as the man looked at them.
"She will see you now. Come with me." He said as he walked to the side of the door, bidding the two to walk outside the confines of the room and towards downstairs. Kinvara responded with another bow as she gently took Melisandre's hands, then they walked slowly across the corpses of the dead men they had as company earlier in hopes of keeping their lives intact downstairs.
With each step they both acknowledged the deathly quiet atmosphere. Like death was what permeated within the place. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, that's when Melisandre saw the horror of what really transpired below.
Along the fact as to why exactly Kinvara was nervous and afraid at the first place.
The scenery was horrific. Had they both not trained their eyes upon the darkest of rituals and magics, they may have not the stomach to survive seeing all of it.
Tables were overturned. Seats scattered across. The front desk was a mess, everything looked destroyed and in disarray…
Worst of all was that corpse decorated the entirety of the place. Headless bodies that had flies buzzing upon them with a distinct smell filled their nostrils and eyes full of dread. Blood was scattered in splats across everywhere and Melisandre saw that the headless corpse of the old woman she talked to earlier was leaning on the front desk. There were no heads to speak of unfortunately…
It made them both feel as if they exploded, but by what means, they did not know.
One thing was for certain. They wished to live through this night… whole and alive.
Melisandre then saw the peculiar looking woman next to the window. He aura and presence were indeed different and strange. She still had that smile upon her face as she gazed at them while they walked forward towards her. She then noticed that the other masked woman was still wiping the mugs like earlier, but instead of cleaning them from the ale and alcohol, she was wiping them of the blood spills.
Melisandre felt herself gulp in fear at the sight as she realized that this was the messenger Kinvara talked about. Her coy smile continued to haunt her as they approached. Making them stare at her as her beauty was uncanny and without equal. Her short hair was also glistening upon the moonlight sky. Her table and position was the only one that was clean and had a glass of wine upon the middle of it. The man then stopped behind them as they felt the eyes of the masked woman watching them closely as well.
Kinvara then bowed at her with a devoted disposition.
The woman then placed a hand on her chin in intrigue and curiosity.
"So… this is the woman you told me so much about my dear priestess?" she said. Her words felt otherworldly, like a deity in human form. Melisandre felt a chill on her spine with how her tone reverberated upon the entirety of her body. Kinvara responded after with a quick clause.
"Y-yes… this is her."
"Marvelous. We can finally gain ground for our Lord's will." She then looked at Melisandre, the bold red robed woman whom was confident and strong with her preaching, now reduced to a fumbling self that was scared of any such word that would come from her mouth. "What is your name dear… the priestess who came with me put you in such high regard. Based on how much I assessed you earlier the moment you came inside… I do think you are in a sense, significant compared to other humans."
Melisandre felt a bead of sweat to drop by the side of her face. The way how she said humans made her flinch. Was this messenger not human? If then, what was she?
Trying not to sound scared, she recomposed herself and spoke back.
"Thank you my lady, my name is Melisandre of Asshai. Like my sister in arms, I am a priestess of the one and true faith."
The woman tilted her head and what felt like an eternity of silence was broken once the woman smiled coyly again.
"I see. That would be of use then. It has been five days after all since I've arrived and your order has been a great help for the services of my own and the Great One I worship. I have no doubt that you can be useful as well in the coming events." She said, although it sounded like a compliment, Melisandre felt like it was a small gesture of good faith… directed towards an ant.
Nevertheless, she needed to comply. If this was the will of her Lord, then she will go with it.
"Thank you my lady. Your words humble me."
The woman then slightly giggled at her response.
"You were the only one who noticed me the moment you came in. Your friends weren't even able to see me. That's very commendable enough. My servant over there, cleaning the drab and dirty glasses and mugs of this place managed to fool your minds in thinking this whole town was completely normal. Funnily enough, the moment you stepped on to this building, they were all dead before then. You… were the only one who could see through the illusion made by my servant, and I was quite surprised that you did. Maybe you are worthy as your fellow priestess' says."
Melisandre looked at the masked woman behind her. Realizing that it was all an illusion at the first place. A trick of the mind that she was able to somehow disperse, even for a little. All of the interactions earlier, all of those people, even the townsfolk was dead.
"You ruined the surprise. I wished to see you both scared at the reveal, but I guess it won't help at all if you're far too scared to serve the Supreme One. Now that you're both here, we can attend to some business. Business that includes you, Melisandre of Asshai. So please, take a seat for both of you."
The two looked at each other before taking the seats for themselves. The woman smiled at them, like nothing was bad at all as the two silently prayed in hopes of them surviving the night.
"I have to say to you both, I was never really a violent person. I did not like killing the likes of humans nor do I care at all if they die. But… if they do in fact serve a purpose for the Supreme One, then I am open to accept their services, if they warrant it." she then directed her attention towards Melisandre with a quick glance. "You have proven to me that you warrant that worth so you are safe in that aspect. This whole thing was a test after all, a test on how far you're willing to take your faith further. If you accomplish it fully then your job will be given. Understood?"
"Yes my lady." Melisandre replied.
"Good. My task for you is simple. Gather as much people that you know are worth saving in the expanse of the time I will give you. Every individual that has use and purpose not only to the faith but for what is to come once we complete our objective. The next part of the task is rather… difficult. One that will warrant a full explanation of the situation you are all in and if you're ready, we can do it if I have your consent."
Melisandre looked at the woman who was waiting for her reply.
"The faith in our Lord is important Melisandre of Asshai. I wish for you to be part of the grander purpose. A purpose that will sweep these lands into a new dawn. A dawn of a new age. Paradise if you will. Don't you want that?" the woman offered, and with that said, Melisandre saw no reason to decline. Even Kinvara nodded at her in subtle way and there were no lies to the blatant truth presented towards her. Powers of a greater kind greeted her, and if this is the coming of their Lord in flesh and bone, then she would accept it without any fear.
"I accept. My lady."
She laughed in appeasement.
"Great. Then I think it's time. Don't you agree Kinvara?" She said as the priestess replied with a devout 'yes'. Kinvara then smiled at Melisandre. The red robed woman was scared at the back of her mind but was ready to continue. She understood that the woman was to show her the same thing that Kinvara saw within her visions. A thing she was most curious of.
"First thing's first… I wish you to drink the wine upon the glass. After it, take my hand and I will show you… Everything."
Melisandre took the glass slowly and with a bit of caution, she sipped on its contents down until there was no more. She did not feel anything at all, but the woman smiled as she slowly opened her hand towards her.
"Do you trust me?" she asked.
Melisandre slowly inched her hand towards her, multiple emotions bubbling on the surface of her head. But one thing was certain, her belief was tantamount to her mortal feelings.
She reached and placed her hand upon the mysterious woman. The woman yet again smiled afterwards before she spoke again.
"Do you believe in our Lord?"
"Yes."
"Then I… Brightest of the Seven Stars, Holder of fate within Nazarick, Guardian of the Cherry Blossom Sanctuary bestow upon you, Melisandre of Asshai the truth of the Supreme Ones."
Melisandre's vision shifted. Behind the woman lay a garden of eternal beauty. Trees that had flowers blooming in pink petals that slowly fell from the area around them. A solace and peaceful place with the woman in the center of it, holding her hand.
After that… the next few images and visions she saw would change her completely.
Inside… and out.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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