Volantis,
Tyrion Lannister had turned nineteen. Where Willas Tyrell was prepared to marry, he wasn't as blessed. His stature remained minute, so did his status in his father's eyes. A waste, a curse to name Lannister.
Like feathers of a chicken to be cooked, discarded, he was sent away to become a septon under Lord Septon, a man he'd never met before but heard plenty about.
Truth be told, he was somewhat interested; it was magic, after all.
So when he arrived at Volantis, the first thing he did was look around for the Lord Septon. He was fully prepared to wait and struggle to even see the man, but it was all proven wrong when he stumbled upon the loud crowd in front of the massive Temple of the Lord of Light.
Hundreds of men and women had gathered there. Many palanquins were being kept in the air atop the shoulders of slaves. He struggled to get ahead, but thanks to the few guards his father had sent with him, he soon reached the front and looked at the wide, empty area.
On one side, he saw a beautiful woman with long, deep red hair, and even her eyes were red. Her skin was pale, as if never touched; her figure was graceful, slender, with full breasts, and seemed taller than most men there. The woman was speaking, her voice melodic.
And then there was the man on the other side, whom he guessed to be the Lord Septon. The man looked so ordinary, a calm face, stubble beard, neck-length hair, dressed in a pristine white robe with golden highlights, a cloak on his back that held the mark of the Seven's Angel.
Truth be told, Tyrion felt more moved by the woman in the red gown. She seemed to truly hold magic in her very being. Her body itself seemed magical.
"You possess no right to this land, and your gods are lies. The light belongs to the one R'hllor. Return to where you came if you wish to keep living."
Tyrion watched with keen interest as the woman made threats. Yet the Lord Septon was unfazed, standing lazily, poking his ear.
"That's why you sent that Moqorro to Braavos to kill me? The guy I slaughtered like a sick pig? Your little flames do not cow me, woman. In the Seven's names, they alone are higher, their light alone is true, and I keep their vows. Should this land hunger for the Father's guidance and the Mother's warmth, it shall be given. And if you, Red Priestess, would have the Warrior's blow and Stranger's kiss, you shall have it."
An effective speaker. I see why smallfolk follow him.
"O' lands of the East, let me be your guidance,
Banish the evil demon, break your silence.
Embrace the Seven's light for the future bright,
Arise, the sun has arrived to banish the night."
Tyrion's jaw fell when Lord Septon worded the prayer, and a bright light emitted from his right hand. It was so bright that he had to squint his eyes at first. It shrouded the Lord Septon entirely in a shadow, making him seem to be standing in bright light. There was no flicker of a candle, no torch burned this bright. This truly was magic.
"May the Seven's light guide us!"
Suddenly, someone from the crowd shouted.
"May the Seven's light guide us!"
"May the Seven's light guide us!"
Slowly, the chants spread over. Hundreds of men and women shouted the same words in unison. It was the most unsettling yet exciting thing Tyrion had felt in his nineteen years of living. The way Lord Septon moved the crowd was masterful craftsmanship. He doubted the first man to shout was also the Lord Septon's man.
What next?
"Is that it? Trembling lights? It is only fire that purifies," the woman said, voice cold.
"Very well, in the Seven's sight we'll have it. You may lose your magic upon me before all gathered. If your R'hllor has strength, I will fall. Then I come at you, and if the Warrior and the rest favor me, you will fall. Should you win, I will forsake Essos and shall never walk beyond Westeros. Should I win, I'll own you, your life, your mind, all of you. Do you accept?"
Tyrion sighed, not having a drink while enjoying such entertainment was a sin. He stared at the woman, waiting for her response.
He noticed a very faint look of alarm on her face. Was she not certain of her victory? In contrast, Lord Septon seemed confident of his victory already.
"Ha. Afraid? Does your vaunted R'hllor hide his wonders unless men burn in sacrifices? Must you mumble for days in rituals? By the Seven, is that the trick?"
Taunting her? Effective strategy. The people's gaze is a weight she can't ignore.
Tyrion watched the woman look around at the people gathered. Clearly, the woman saw through Lord Septon's trick. This was a public challenge, and if she backed away, it would tarnish the name of her faith. It would become a stepping stone for Lord Septon to preach the Seven.
"R'hllor is not a mummer to make tricks to entertain the masses."
"Ha. I hear only weakness and thin faith. By the Seven and the Father above, if your R'hllor is mighty, he would show himself before these good folk. Of course, there is nothing to prove if it was a farce to begin with."
Tyrion agreed with that. He'd already seen the Lord Septon show magic while the woman had shown nothing.
A very long moment of silence fell between them all. It was truly long. The people grew restless and noisy. The chants of the Seven only grew louder and merrier. Then at last, something seemed to break in the woman's resolve as she stepped forward.
"So be it. I accept your challenge and every condition you've set. I shall begin, and I will scour your foul presence from this world in the purifying fire of the Lord of Light. The night is dark and full of terrors… and you are that terror made flesh."
Oh! She's serious now!
Tyrion perked up, excited.
For the first time, he saw a hint of magic on the woman. The red gold choker with a ruby on her neck started to glow. Then the woman started to move as if dancing, waving her arms gracefully, her feet tracing the ground with her toes only.
Her red gown fluttered in the wind as she spun time and time again; her hair seemed to glow as well, as if pure fire. She kept murmuring something, the clanking of her golden bangles a music. Yet each time she moved, her eyes remained frozen on Lord Septon
Seven! She does have magic!
Tyrion instinctively flinched back when the woman's body actually caught fire, yet it didn't burn her. It seemed under her control, only burning away her red gown. Her full breasts were bloody glorious, her belly toned, waist narrow, hips wide, and Gods, soft, fluffy legs. She was completely bare in moments.
Shhhh!
Her toes tapped in circles around her, creating a ring of fire all around. The fire grew higher, bigger, brighter. Her hair, as well, seemed to produce embers.
"R'hllor will… banish you and… your… faithless gods!"
Wooosh!
That instant, a blazing gust of concentrated fire thrusted out of her hand, aimed at Lord Septon. It was a large ball of fire with a tail behind it. It traveled fast, so large it eclipsed Lord Septon's body.
Tyrion Lannister wondered if his teacher-to-be would die before he even got to be the student. The crowd around him also gawked in silence. Watched as the ball of fire soon reached the man.
Shhhhh!
The sizzling sounds that came when the fire covered Lord Septon made him shudder. Was it the sound of Lord Septon's skin burning? He couldn't see anything as the fire covered the man.
The fire raged for a few moments. It didn't travel anywhere, just remained on the Lord Septon.
At least I can return home af—
"Is that all, priestess of the fire demon?"
"..."
Tyrion gulped.
Lord Septon's voice echoed from within the flames. And as the flames started to fade away, he finally got to see it. A strange, invisible round shield had formed around Lord Septon's body that kept the fire away. He saw sweat, however, so heat was certainly felt. But the fact remained, Lord Septon was untouched.
"Devilry holds no ground before a true blessing of the Seven. The Father sees and keeps me. As for you, a simple brush of my finger will have you kneeling in prayer soon enough."
The Lord Septon walked valiantly towards the naked Red Priestess, who, despite being unfathomably beautiful, didn't attract as much attention as Lord Septon.
As the Lord Septon moved, his hands splashed the traces of fire on the ground, dousing them. His one hand also glowed, raised high and palm towards the woman. But instead of a wrathful attack, it only produced light.
"Light serves to guide, not to scorch. By the Seven, this realm needs no blood offerings, nor droning sermons, nor lashes, but love and care. The Mother must cradle it and mend the broken."
"..."
H-How did he?
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