Renly I

He stood nearly frozen in place, if Robert was still here he'd say he had a weaker will than the last woman he bed. He did not care; he just wished he had a grasp on what in the seven hells just happened. He was in his quarters for a final conversation with Catelyn Stark to confirm her son's desires.

Then that thing came, a shadow, then just as suddenly as it appeared it was gone, screams erupted in the camp and he followed Lady Stark out, and was at a loss for words. He saw green grass, and water in the distance past a cliffside, something would expect to see in the vicinity of Bitterbridge, but beyond the familiarity of that, all else was different. Dirt paths, Huge pieces of stone, the curve of one, in particular, caught his eye briefly.

They somehow moved location, no longer by Bitterbridge. That much was clear but nothing was recognizable. The environment did remind him much of the reach and Stormlands, but all the landscape was entirely foreign to him. He knew every corner of the Stormlands and a decent bit of the reach, and he could tell with near certainty this place wherever it hailed belonged to neither just by the presence of whatever that.

How was he to beat Stannis now?

If not for his newly appointed member of the guard. Bringing him out of his head, he's not sure how long he would've been trapped in his thoughts. He could never afford to admit such a thing he already was seen as weak, and in times being as they are now. He can not give those beliefs any weight. But Brienne would be rewarded for this.

As he escaped his thoughts the unimaginable happened again, A rough noise was heard from the tent, by the time he turned around the tent was barely standing and a man on horseback was heading straight for him. He felt he escaped certain death not seconds earlier, and here he was again on the chopping block.

Brienne did all she could to block the Armored man's wide aim, getting severely wounded in the process. Strikes intended for him... Damage to her increased each and every attack, then suddenly a strange sound was heard and a barrage of glowing blue light passed his vision directly hitting the Cavalry man's armored helm.

The sound was heard again, More light poured into the man, then more. A wide beam of blue several times the size of those earlier was deployed. His heart jumping at the sight, the attacker continued his assault, though now directed in the direction of the strange projectiles. Looking over he expected to see a catapult or bow of some sort but it appeared it was coming out of nowhere, from a crumbling wall.

He squinted at the wall and realized there was a human behind these projectiles, yet there were no weapons he could see, beyond that it was hard to make out. He heard no bow or catapult, simply the strange sounds. The horse of the attacker quickly made its way to close the distance between it and whoever the source of this strange weapon was.

Then several arrows came, crashing into the horses side. Whines in response, its direction diverted yet again away from the blue light towards the camp, He saw a group of civilians with arrows aimed at the Cavalryman. With Randall Tarly and Bryce Caron The orange. He smiled at the sight, his people fighting for him still. He truly was a great king. Arrows knocked this time into The Cavalryman directly.

The horse whined again. He saw other members of his guard ready themselves, the Cavalryman reached the bow holders and Bryce Caron stood in its way, Defensive stance ready, The cavalryman slashing diagonally. Splitting the unprotected head of Bryce caron and two of the bowmen behind him Bodies falling to the ground. Blood splashing across Lord Tarly.

Tarly proceeded to lunge his sword into the hindquarters of the horse. The Man atop it swiping his halberd in a diagonal motion chipping his platelegs substantially, The halberd swinging again this time slashing through The plateleg Blood gushing out. Tarly stood strong still. Slashing the feet of the rider, it swung its long halberd wildly, Randall countered with a thrust to the helm of the man.

He evades. Halberd comes down again, slashing the plateleg of the lord again. The halberd went through this time, the left leg of Randall Tarly, dangling still in the plateleg, blood and puss pooling into the metal and sides staining the green below. The sight triggered a memory Renly cared to forget.

This… was… his face sunk.

"Charge" He heard the familiar voice of Loras call out.

The remainder of his rainbow guard charged at the beast, with a vengeance slashing away at the creature. Blood from the horse began to coat his guard, and various knights and civilians alike began joining in the carnage.

The whines of the horse increased in capacity. It could not hope to attack even if it wished to it could not handle crimson beginning to drip from the steed, grass below beginning to match. Then the steed and calvary man made a whine of immense proportions and then finally the steed fell, to the ground man along with it. He smiled at the sight. But quickly corrected himself.

The battle is won but the cost of it well, that was another issue.

"Detain the rider" Lord Tarly Called as he was carried by 4 men of his company to the medical tents.

"You heard the man" He heard Loras shout. Directing the Rainbow guard, as they helped prop the man up.

"Halt, You are in the presence of Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, Renly Baratheon, Identify yourself," Brienne said

He looked towards the direction of the voice and saw Brienne of course but also another. Sitting right where the projectiles came from, Something else unbelievable, a person seemingly completely blue in color. Something straight out of the fables.

"Huh, Where did he go?"

He looked back to the carnage left at his camp, Shocked to see the rider and horse that were just in the hands of his guard gone.

"Where did he go?"

Given everything that just happened Renly didn't desire to take chances.

"Keep your guard up" Renly ordered.

"A strategic effort commended but no need for such the sentinel of the great tree has been felled." An unknown voice said, plainly.

He looked back, no mistaking it came from the strange woman of blue.

Brienne held a defensive stance near the woman, Her steps were off-balance no doubt due to her injury,

"Do not step closer, I will cut you down, I repeat you stand before Lord Paramount of The Stormlands Renly Baratheon Identify yourself"

The woman in blue seemed offended by the request

"To face persecution and threats for aid, most unusual and foul"

At that Brienne's stance became aggressive, and he heard a quiver pulled at the ready, in direction of his camp. This would not do. The women did not attack despite clearly being aware of the other party's readiness to, which was peculiar. Though he still thought an attack was not a good idea, He held his hands motioning toward the camp and Brienne to disengage.

The woman if she could even be called such was certainly an oddity and her presence suspicious, but they could not afford to get into another confrontation, especially if she was indeed the source of the strange weaponry earlier like he suspected.

"A most wise decision Nomad" Nomad? Hmm, something to ask later. For now, though he ignored the term, The woman stared with intensity, an odd face to look at, it was not just her body that was blue, her clothing white blue, and her eyes as well differing shades of blue, an oddity indeed. He took a deep breath, found the strength, and stared straight at the women with equal intensity, walking forward.

"Lord Renly, I insist…" He held up a hand silencing Brienne the blue.

"I apologize for the aggression, but you must understand we were suddenly thrust into this place no idea where. We are, then the Lord of these people was immediately attacked."

The blue woman paused, reaching her right hand towards her chin, as she raised it up he saw another hand peek out from her right side. He did his best to swallow his shock and remain neutral here. "Conflict can not be afforded. Conflict can not be afforded"

"Thrust here you say? A decision you did not make?" She eyed him curiously then glanced around. At what he had no idea.

He thought on what to say to that, it was an odd question. That he did not expect. He did not want to just admit he had no idea what was going on to the women, especially in front of his people. He, however, needed answers even if this woman may not be trustworthy, she was native to these lands it seemed wherever the hell they were.

"No… we are completely in the dark here."

At that statement the women's stare became even more intense though her eyes were not pointed at him, he glanced at the direction she was staring,

"Oh my…" he saw it… His heart was shocked at the sight of a tree. A tree unlike any he's seen. Glowing a gold that put all other instances of the color to shame. A golden holy-like glow. It was awe-inspiring, the shine of such a tree, leaves golden as well… His arms tingled with chills, What is this place?

"One has meddled with lives yet again," She said with a tone of contempt.

"What in the seven hells is going on here." He said it aloud, not caring anymore.


Catelyn I

For the rest of her life, she would regret the decision to travel to Bitterbridge to ask Renly for aid. Because of her choice to go, she now found herself stranded in another land, following the childish man and the strange thing that called itself Renna. Towards the Tyrells Tent.

The air was filled with the stink of iron and decay, a scent she was growing increasingly familiar with these past several months, She caught the king looking up at something above the sight seemed to jar him, his mouth opening in some attempt to say something, but then he simply said nothing. Renna trailing behind him gave it a look as well but seemed mostly unaffected by the sight whatever it was. She was under the watchful eyes of Brienne, not in chains as she felt she should be but at the very least being watched. . Which at the very least gave Catelyn some comfort.

The fact Renly Baratheon was allowing someone who claimed to be a witch into his camp at all. Much less someone who looked like this woman. Robb never would have done such a thing.

Upon walking by the area they looked up at she decided to take a glance as well, A Dead body hung Insects eating at it, torture evident across the corpse despite decay, glancing ahead she saw another body hung up evidently one hung up much longer features on it gone or burnt away, the whole body seemingly charred.

"Oh, Ned…" She thought

She wanted the loving arms of her husband… a rough man always gentle with her. She wanted his voice in her ear, comforting her. How could the gods be so cruel to her?

Is this the punishment they believe she deserved? Marooned in another land, likely to die without ever seeing her family again.

"Lady Stark" Renly himself was the one who spoke the words, he was looking at her pity clear in his eyes,, She hated it. He thought he was above her, stronger than her. Looking for excuses for her to not be informed.

"Perhaps it'd be best if you sit this meeting out" Renly stated.

"No Lord Renly I am fine, I simply was surprised, you looked shocked by the sight as well?" She stated plainly.

After making light of his Vulnerability the king simply nodded. No longer voicing protest

The King continued the path to his tent

They reached the tent minutes later, The camp was much smaller now than it once was, only a portion of it being brought with them, Despite this the camp felt packed with people even if the amount actually present now was in practice much less. As Renly passed a path was made, when the witch passed that path got even bigger.

A septa in the crowd seemed to cry at the sight of Renna. Unable to handle the strange look of her. Something Catelyn did not blame them for, Gods she has 4 arms and is blue. She looks like some combination of the children and the wight walkers.

The conversation in the tent proved enlightening but equally terrible. A small group huddled in Catelyn apart of it, along with Renly, Brienne, Margaery, Loras, and a Maester.

"These lands are Limgrave then?"

"Thou, are correct the lands you find yourself upon, are Limgrave, part of the greater lands between"

"Does the…" The whole of the tent could hear Renly swallow "Glowing tree lie in these lands?"

"It lies beyond Limgrave past the great trench, In the capital city of Lyendell, rooted in the waters of the Atlus Plateau?"

The Maester spoke up

"Lady Renna, What do you know of the Tree. How is it illuminated?"

"The tree," The woman spoke with contempt in her voice. Is the holding place of the Elden Ring, and Queen Marika The Eternal, it is said it shined from its the day it sprouted."

The Maester nods his head, seemingly unconvinced but says nothing.

"Yes, thank you Maester Murtur, if you may pardon interruptions." Renly stepped forward giving the man a heavy glare.

"Yes yes of course Lord Renly, Apologies"

"Very well, Now you called yourself a witch? Does proof exist of this claim"

"Thou would call such a thing a claim, sorceries were seen with thine own eyes, against the tree sentinel moments past"

"So that man who attacked me, and my people was a guard of that tree."

Renna nodded,

"A bit far away from its post would you agree?" Renly questioned, glaring at the women.

"I suspect the creature lost sense long ago, I have watched it for a time"

Renly nodded but continued his glare.

"I still would like proof of this supposed magic, we do not have such things like what I saw against the sentinel in my lands." Renly smiled at the mention.

"Very well, unbeliever The simplest of spells then."

Renna Takes her arms out, the maester jumped at the sight. She waved her hands, a glowing formed, a blue energy circling and condensing very quickly, in front of her into a pebble, Catelyn almost admired the beauty of it.

The pristine glow was a blue-green. It looked lovely, like a gem. The feat of creating such a thing she could not imagine, then just as she marveled at its beauty it suddenly shot forward at a high speed, through the base of the chair Renna was sitting in.

"By the gods!" Maester Murt

Loras Tyrell jumped to the ready at that, "You will be…"

Brienne gripped her sword.

"Stand down both of you… It seems we have much to discuss. "


Margaery I

The day was fading into night, again? She still was very much at a loss for words at what happened, at what was said. However, she could not afford to dwindle on such thoughts, just with all things life does continue. This was the most vulnerable time for her people, dissent was likely. If not properly addressed, a duty Renly and her brother recognized, but failed to see the full extent of.

So she let her own questions about things sit in the back of her mind. Focusing on the concerns of others. First dealing with the issue of highest priority to her.

She opened the flap of the tent.

"Lady Margaery, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I simply wanted to check up on you Lord Tarly"

"What business do you have checking on a cripple lady, there must be things of greater importance"

"Do not speak of yourself in such a way Lord Tarly"

"If not for that idiot Lord Caron, I told him to wait for my signal… if the kid was not so eager to play savior, perhaps he'd still be alive."

Lord Tarly brought his right hand into a fist.

"Lord Tarly, remember on my 14th name say when I talked of my concerns with Willa's, do you remember what you said to me? "There is strength within you lady Margarey you will overcome this"

"You are most kind lady Margaery, but I fear my leg will be gone soon enough"

"I say the same to you Randall Tarly, you are a key part of my family and provided my father means to see reason. Without you, my family would not be in the place they are now. A feat like that takes immense strength you to have the strength within you and you will overcome this Lord Tarly"

Lord Tarly nods.

"Lady Margaery, is it true what I hear? About the witch with 8 arms and 2 heads? "

She wasn't surprised he asked Word got around fast. It seemed she took a short breath.

"She has 4 arms and 1 head but yes it is true"

Randall began to chuckle, and Margarey glared at him.

"You're serious? By the gods, I thought it was a case of the servants gossiping again"

"Well it was it seems, but I assure you the woman is very much real"

"What do you make of her?"

This was a question Margaery did not know how to answer. The woman had a cunning to her. A cunning that scared her in truth. Clearly holding secrets and knowledge close to her chest, it's something she recognized in the woman after only a short bit of time observing her. Something she was thankful Renly himself picked up on as well.

"LADY MARGAERY" He heard a brutish voice yell into the tent.

She looked over and saw one of the septons, Not one she knew well but she did at least remember his name.

"Septon Eren what is it?"

"I just wished to have a conversation with you I believe is of the utmost importance"

She looked over to Lord Tarly

He nodded in acceptance.

"I am sorry Lord Tarly"

"No need, Lady go serve your people," The man said lips curving into a soft smile

With that she stepped out of the tent and put on the best smile she could muster

"Septon what did you wish to speak with me about?"

"Something most important concerning faith, Lady Margaery"

Her face went into a frown for the briefest of moments at the mention, which she quickly brought back into a smile.

"Of course, faith, is most important in times like these, what is it you have realized?"

"There is a man native to these lands who talked of a formless mother, I believe this is a sign by the seven that they want us to bring the faith to these lands, I believe The Mother is trying to make her presence known in this land. Then I prayed and in my rest, The Mother told me "Spread the light of the seven across these lands, I try only to speak with my children here and cannot"

She could not have a Septon trying to convert the native population of the seven and risk conflict with the local population who based on what Renna said, sounded quite Militant in their beliefs.

The man seemed to take her lack of reply as a denial

"I'm quite aware how you nobles think about religious whims, but lady Margarey, look around you this was not some simple accident this was the work of the gods, the man talking of the mother is proof of this"

She could not fault the man there if what Renna said was even half true, divine providence was not out of the question, as bizarre that was to admit. However, this did not change the facts. They could not afford to gain the ire of the public with their resources and company depleted to a fraction of what it was. Since only a fraction of the camp was transported. It could not be afforded simple as that, with that she took a breath and spoke again,

"No Septon Eren, I simply was thinking upon what you said, and, "I think it best if we wait for such things septon. As The Crone said "foresight comes with patience.". Wait things out septon live the crones wisdom for a time.

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"I… Never thought of that lady Margaery, So focused on the mother I was not respecting The Crone, still as The Crone, I must reconvene with the crone, and apologize for my lack of respect."

"Yes of course Septon Eren, I think that most wise" She smiled and nodded

Thankfully that was taken care of at least for now. She took a breath to relax.

Then a trumpet blared.

"Force of 30 soldiers marching this way"

Margaery tensed.


A.n. This chapter was hard for me to write, had a lot of trouble with the POVs so I'm curious what everyone thinks of them. Also if anyone is concerned the conversation Renly had with Ranni will be talked about more in depth next chapter. Finally, I was wondering if anyone would be interested in being a Beta for this story