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A Clash of Fairies

Chapter 16: Lucy

Lucy sat down in the ancient archives of Dragonstone. She had been down here for days, pouring over every single little document that the ancient Targaryen kings kept. She was searching for the key to her, well, keys. The old Lucy would have grown incredibly impatient with all of this searching and reading. But one thing Melisandre instilled in her through training was patience. And a great deal of it. Lucy heard the iron door to the archives open and a servant came in and placed a glass of water and some bread next to Lucy. She quietly thanked the servant before she exited leaving Lucy alone once again in the candlelight. Lucy ran her eyes over another leathery scroll interpreting the ancient writing of the text and taking notes down on her own piece of parchment. Things were coming along so far. She had learned that the Targaryens had also possessed a great deal of magic at one point and that they could wield it with incredible effectiveness. But the question now was how? How did these ancient dragon kings do it? What was their secret? If she could find that, then maybe she could unlock her keys once again.

A sudden thought came to Lucy. It was of a mermaid with the most terrifying of glares on her face. Lucy paled.

Do I really want to unlock my keys? She shook her head, Of course I do! They are my friends, and I'm sure they are worried right now. And I'm worried about them. Lucy began to munch on one of the bread rolls that was placed beside her. Stale, just like everything else on this rock. If Stannis doesn't move soon, then he won't have food to feed an army. What is this guy waiting for?

Lucy finished the scroll she was looking at. No answers, no clues, nothing. Lucy sighed, rolled up the ancient text, and set it next to the mountain of others that were piled around her little chair and desk.

I really wish Levy was here. She'd figure it out in just a few minutes. Bemoaned Lucy in her mind. Lucy sighed again and leaned back.

"This is taking forever." she muttered, "Not a single clue." she stared at the ceiling for several minutes then caught a glimpse of something in the rafters. It was a piece of paper. A small scroll tucked away and hidden by the dust. "What are you doing up there?" Lucy stood on her chair and reached, but just could reach it. She then put her chair on the desk. Still couldn't reach it.

"Fine then!" exclaimed Lucy, her curiosity at an all time high. She grabbed a stack of books and began to work.

A few moments later, Melisandre was descending the stone stairs of the palace as she made her way down to the archives. She hadn't seen Lucy in days, it might be a good idea to check on her fellow priestess. She really was hell bent on the return of her old magic wasn't she. Was it that powerful? Could this celestial magic really be worth all of this trouble? Melisandre heard a muffled cry behind the iron door. Then she heard several massive thuds. Melisandre panicked and swung the door wide open.

"Are you ok?" the red witch called into the a cloud of dust. She waved her hand in front of her face and covered her nose. She may be a red priestess, but that doesn't mean you don't sneeze.

"I'm fine." she heard a female voice say. The massive dust cloud settled and Melisandre saw Lucy half buried in books with her arm raised to the sky and a very ancient scroll in hand. "My tower just fell under me." Lucy explained.

"What?" asked a puzzled Melisandre.

Lucy pointed at the rafters in the archives. "This scroll was up in the rafters for some reason. I couldn't reach it so I piled some books up and climbed up to it. Just as I grabbed it the books fell and," Lucy sneezed and a puff of dust was stirred up next to her face, "You see the results."

"A scroll in the ceiling. Intriguing. What does it say?" Lucy shrugged and looked at the bound piece of paper. It was held together by dust and an iron collar with a dragon carved into the collar. A three headed, red dragon. The symbol of house Targaryen. None of the other scroll and books had this. Why this one?

Lucy carefully pulled the collar off of the parchment and unwound the scroll. She looked inside and saw a small letter written by the great conqueror Aegon himself to one of his sisters. She read the letter and her eyes widened. That was how!? It made sense now!

"I know how to do it!" Lucy cried victoriously as she pumped her fists in the air.

"How to get your true magic back?" Melisandre felt a pang of fear. She didn't want to lose her power over Stannis. And if Lucy regained her strength exactly that would happen. She had to make Lucy bend to her. To know that getting ahead of her was impossible. A sneer appeared on her face, a little ceremony was now in order.

"Yes!" Lucy was giddy with excitement, "All we need are dragon's to be alive in this world and to capture one of them. Isn't that great!?"

Melisandre blinked. Capture a live dragon!? Talk about high demands. She sighed, "Lucy a dragon hasn't been seen in this world for centuries." She saw Lucy's face begin to drop, "And even if we could find one, how would we capture it?" Lucy smile was now gone, "I'm sorry my dear." Melisandre placed a hand on Lucy's shoulder, "But it may be gone for quite a while."

Lucy nodded in understanding. "I guess I better get back to my training then." she mumbled.

"Yes!" replied Melisandre, "But first, Stannis is ready to make sail. And he wants us to perform a ceremony."

"UGH! Another boring ceremony!?" cried Lucy. She heard Melisandre chuckle a little.

"This will be anything but boring my dear." Melisandre ascended the stairs and Lucy followed. Melisandre looked at her former pupil, "The lord of light's demands are high in order to receive his blessing. You know this right?" she asked Lucy as they walked out of the archives and towards the courtyard of the castle.

"Of course, he demands absolute faith and loyalty. In exchange he will drive out the darkness in the world and provide us with power." replied Lucy as she recited what Melisandre taught her months ago.

"Correct, but how does the Lord of Light rid this world of darkness?"

Lucy thought hard about it, "I don't know." she finally admitted. They arrived in the courtyard and Lucy saw it. And she was horrified. There were three massive pyres build up in the courtyard. And on all three of them were a single person. The people were crying for mercy. Pleading for their king to stop what was coming. Lucy looked at Melisandre and saw something she hadn't seen yet. Evil, in her red eyes.

"He rids the world of darkness," Lucy felt magic power surge around Melisandre, "With FIRE!" Melisandre sent a stream of fire out of both of her hands and the pyres lit aflame instantly. Lucy stared at them. The people screamed in agony. The screams, they etched themselves in her mind. No, this wasn't getting rid of darkness, this was murder.

Lucy built up her own magic and lashed out at Melisandre catching the red witch off gaurd. The crowds that had gathered stopped and stared at the two red priestesses as Melisandre slowly picked herself up off of the ground. Blood dripped from a cut on her lip. Lucy struck with a wave of heat from a simple spell Melisandre had taught her. Only she amplified it and sent it out with a wave of killer intent. Lucy could tolerate many things. A stubborn teacher, an emotionless king, stale bread, but murder was certainly not one of them.

"So, you do not agree." Melisandre observed with menace now apparent in her voice.

"Damn right I don't!" shouted Lucy, "This is murder!" she pointed at the now dead bodies on the pyres. Their flesh crackling and burning before her eyes.

"I thought you would understand my dear." Melisandre closed her eyes. Lucy then felt a shockwave slam into her and send her against the stone walls of the castle. She felt her head smack into the stone with a sickening crack and her vision blurred instantly. "You do not like the sight of the wicked burning." Melisandre growled at her. Lucy tried to stand but the magic pressure being exerted by Melisandre was too much. It was pinning her against the wall. She couldn't fight it. She had no strength. She felt Melisandre place her thumbs over her eyes. "Then see it no more!"

A massive burning filled her vision and her vision turned blood red. Lucy screamed in agony as it felt like flames were entering her skull. Lucy screamed until her voice was hoarse. She felt like she was going to die. Then she felt the thumbs leave her eyes. Lucy tried to open her eyes but couldn't. Whenever she did a massive stab of pain would enter her body and she would howl and shrink even further into the stone. She finally managed to open her eyes. At least she thought she did. But her vision was still black. A blank nothingness. She then felt a hand on her neck and a mouth near her ear.

"No longer with the sight of the darkness dying disturb you my dear. In fact," she heard a soft chuck from Melisandre, "Not a single sight will ever enter your eyes again."

My eyes! Am I- Oh God! Lucy tried to cry but no tears came out of her burned sockets. Just sobs racked her chest.

"My King. Leave this whelp here for now. She is of no use for your siege of Storm's End." she heard Melisandre say. "Lock her up. She has run her course." a pair of rough hands grabbed her under the arms. Lucy didn't even try to fight. She was broken and defeated. There was no point. After a few minutes the armored hands released her and she slumped into some straw on a cold stone floor. She then heard steel bars slam shut and a wooden door lock. She was in the dungeons, and the blackness that now accompanied her was terrifying. All she could do was cry… cry… and cry some more.

….

Lucy now stood on a massive stone wall overlooking a drab city. It was Dragonstone. She could see it but how? She had been blinded by Melisandre. Then she saw herself be pulled away from the walls of dragonstone. Water flowed by her faster than the eye could keep up with. She then saw land and a small city that was surrounded by a massive army. It had banners with a rose on it and another with the Baratheon stag as well. On the walls of the city were the blazing heart of Stannis Baratheon's house. He had won the city, and got himself surrounded. How lovely. The scenery changed again and she saw a city of tents next to a three pronged river. In the city of tents was woman with a red dress and a brown cloak and hood. She couldn't make out any details but she made a note to remember this. Another encampment came into view. A motley crew of tents with a man in the center this time. He had multiple scars on his face and torso. All of which looked like they were fatal at some point or another. Next to him was another man and Lucy gasped. A red priest. But this one was different. He didn't give off the terrifying glow that Melisandre did. His was warm like light. A true red priest. The ground flew by her again and this time there was a massive wall of ice. The wall of the north. The northern boundary of the seven kingdoms. Lucy knew of it. It truly was a sight to behold. Then the scenery went black, a voice was heard in the darkness. It was smooth and elegant, a male's voice as well. Well practiced in talking to and persuading others.\

"You will learn to not just to see with your eyes. But to see with your mind." it said. Then a crow appeared. It sat on a dead tree branch surrounded by a sea of snow and ice. The crow's head turned and Lucy gasped. It had three eyes!

The visions ended abruptly and Lucy realized now that she was awake. How did she know, she couldn't see anything. The cell was cold now, it was probably night out. And nighttime on Dragonstone was usually quite frigid. Lucy brought her legs close to her chest as she tried to stay warm. Soon she would learn to see with her mind? That made no sense! How can one see without eyes!? Lucy felt herself shake her head. It was impossible. A terrible thought entered her mind now. Melisandre could soon be returning. And if she thought Lucy was of no use now, then what would she do when she returned. Lucy's felt her spine tingle and she shivered. Fear was a constant thing now.

DUN DUN DUN! WOW! Lucy is blind now! Melisandre turned on her at the drop of a hat. But I guess we should've seen that coming. I mean Lucy would never have been ok with human sacrifices and would've done everything she could to stop them. Melisandre knew this which is why she didn't even give Lucy a chance. And now the three eyed crow has entered the story. What will its impact be. Or for that matter, who is using it and why does it want Lucy? As always I hope you all enjoyed, please rate, review, and have a nice day!