Much like the burning of the fallow field allows new seedlings to grow and flourish so too did the burning of the Great Sept of Baelor.
~Unknown
Fourth Day of the Festival of the Mother, 303 AC
Starry Sept, Oldtown, The Reach
Gone.
All gone.
Septon Kardens' robes fluttered as he raced down the hall clutching a letter tightly in his hand. The Raven had arrived just mere minutes ago and the news was devastating. The Great Sept of Baelor was no more. The High Septon, no more. The Most Devout, no more. The Faith Militant? No more. He must act quickly. He must be decisive and sure of himself.
He had known. He had always known.
What had Mother told him? Mother was right; the wickedness of impious women would be their downfall.
Who was currently trying to rule the fractured Seven Kingdoms and failing spectacularly so? A woman without piety, a woman who stands accused of the gravest of sins. Who was rumored to soon cross the Narrow Sea? A woman with unnatural magic and beasts offensive to the Seven. By the holy Seven faced God he'd even heard of a woman masquerading as knight!
The time has come; we are all that's left. The balance must be restored or we are all doomed. I must move now and restore the faith militant. Our power must never again be questioned.
The wind whipped through the halls of the Starry Sept as Septon Karden continued at a frantic pace. Reaching the doors of Septon Erock, he burst through.
"Brother wake! There is grave news from the east!"