The Red Priestess

The prayers could be heard throughout the red temple like songs. The voice high as sky, the commoners praying to the red god. Looking down one would think there were a numberless number of people, men, woman and children praying outside the red temple. The fire shining through the darkness. Casting the shadows away and let the light come in, Pyre burning as people prayed and burned for the true god. The Red God. R'hllor.

"The Night is Dark and Full of Terrors" they said in union. Their red robes could be seen because of the fire, red like blood, red rubby shining in their necklace like the sun itself. Hearing the prayers made her smile and feel powerful, she was glad to be servant of one true god. She slowly walked inside the hall, the floor made of stone, her footsteps could be heard around the hall, on her sides were people praying, to a candle or any fire they could find. Thee roof and walls were red like blood with drawings of a man with a shining sword. Lightbringer, the sword of one true hero. Azor Ahai.

The air itself around the temple was warm, some people would say very warm, candles and torches were the only thing bringing light inside the temple. The fire casting light and shadows, her face slowly revealing. Her long dark-red hair reached to her waist. Her face a shape like a heart, full breasts and eyes looked to pierce everything.

Her hands softly went to touch the rubby in her necklace, her red robe reaching to her feet and a hood hiding her face but not her red eyes shining in the darkness like fire. She wore three rings in her right hand made of gold. She murmured under her breath when she touched the necklace, for luck, prayer to the true god. She wasn't sure.

Her eyes looked at the flames as they dance, their beauty like no other. She looks deeper as she feels a warm feeling on her face and her whole body. The Fire within slowly shape into a person. It was high in the sky, his dragon roaring bringing Law and Justice. The fire changes again, a blue creature with blue eyes and no shadow behind him, with a large spear on his hand. Larger than a giant, he throws it as the spear fills the sky with blood and screeches of pain and agony.

She moves her face away as they fire shines, she put a hand on her chest trying to catch her breath, her breath quickened as she felt her heart beating on her throat. She moved her eyes away from the fire, almost afraid of the creature from the fire.

"I need to go"

The giant black door made of strong ironwood, the handle of the door made of strong metal showered in gold. Each side of the door had the symbol of The Red God. A Burning Heart.

The door opened not making any sounds, the door was ten feet tall. She walked inside the heart of the temple, candles burning everywhere around the large room, shining through the darkness, painting of fire around the wall and even in the roof. In the center of the room was the man above everyone in the Red Temple. His skin almost red, one couldn't tell if it was because of the fire of the candles around him. In front of the high priest was a black stone. With markings around the edge of the stone, and a spiral symbol in the center.

She remembered the stories saying that it was brought from 'The Fallen Kingdom' or as some people still remember it. 'Great Empire of The Dawn'. The greatest empire to have ever existed. Some said that it had been twice the size of 'Westeros' itself.

Despite being thousands of years, that kingdom was still mentioned and remembered from some people. The stories of the emporer who prayed to the giant black stone. The cruelest man to have ever existed. Some stories said that he was 'The Other' some believed that he was 'Azor Ahai' of his time and few believed that he was "R'Llor". The red woman wasn't sure which one he was. Or maybe he was all three.

The silence took over the heart of the temple as the high priest turned his eyes at the priestess in front of him. Just his look alone made her flinch, and lowering her eyes slightly.

"What can I do for you Priestess Melisandre?" Benerro asked with a pitch tone.

Melisandre kept a neutral face, her hands clenched together in front of her belly.

"I would like to go to Westeros high priest" she requested respectfully with a small bow at the end. She noticed his eyes looking at her form, his fingers moving through his other hand. His eyes looked up almost expecting an answer from someone, he looked down at a candle to his right. The candle wasn't burning, the candle was a dark deep color. Some priestess said that it had black flames if is ever ignited. After a moment of silence he slowly looked at her again.

"The Father of Dragons is Azor Ahai, he has brought the dragons back to the world. He has 'Dark Sister' a Valyria Steel Sword, the one who will become Lightbringer. He will need our guide, from now on you're his servant and advisor" he replied with the same tone. His eyes looking at her necklace.

"Thank you high priest. I will leave tomorrow morning" He nodded at her and she bowed her head to the high priest. She turned and walked away with a small upper edge at her lips.

Howland Reed

The view had not changed, he could see the landscape in front of him, four more steps and he would fall from the edge of the world as most in the south thought. The wind hitting his body from behind him, the edge of his clothes dancing with the wind. Howland's nose burned in the frigid air, the wind making his naked skin of his face shiver, feeling that his skin would fall off. His black clothes like a crow could clearly be seen from the bottom of the wall.

Howland had seen the same view for four years now. And still it always relaxed him to see it, many of his brothers had warned him that he might fall to his death and so did the old bear.

His hand moved inside his pocket and grabbed a medallion his wife had gave him. Looking down at it made him feel his family close, the medallion was red color with white lines on the edge. Just the thought of them made him feel sad. His family had visited many times, his son most of them. Each time asking how he had been, Jojen would sometimes ask him how to rule.

Howland sighed heavily at the thought of his family, his wife had taken charge and was ruling the Greywater Watch. His son was still young to rule and his daughter wanted to be a warrior like the old warriors of The North. Like House Mormont, she had told him. It made him proud, a small smile slowly appeared on his face.

His son was learning how to be a lord and that was enough for Howland. He wished he could be there with them, to see them grow, find love and have their own children . . .

Howland's hand slowly touched his cheek, he felt a hot tear on his cheek, it was the only warm feeling in the Watch. The tears, that was the only thing he had.

Sometimes he thought to leave the watch, to go back to his family and see them again, see Meera, Jojen and Jyana. He had thought of it many times . . .

He shooked that thought away 'again'. I'm a man of honor, I'm paying for my crimes, Howland thought determined. Many times, he had told himself the same thing many times now.

Howland sighed heavily, his breath visible. He took another glance at the view in front of him and decided to go back down, he saw as snow had covered everything around the wall. The roof of Castle was covered in snow but most of it had fallen in the ground due to arrow shape of the roof. It had started snowing for one month now and getting colder snd colder. He couldn't remember that it had stopped snowing since it started. He moved the handle down and lift started moving down.

Reaching the bottom he saw many of his brothers walking around doing their duties. Some had grabbed shovels and removing the snow and piling it up in the corners that had reached two meters now. Soon enough they would have little mountains of snow inside the Castle Black.

Howland noticed some his brothers having the symbol of House Baratheon carved with stone, or knifes in their swords. Many of them were lords that refused to bend the knee to the dragons. It didn't took long for Howland to know that no one here had love for the dragons, except for Benjen Stark, Lord Commander and the maester. He wondered sometimes how the old maester was even alive, he figured that they either had forgotten that he was a Targaryen or thought that he wasn't worth their time.

The thought of Benjen Stark made him flinch slightly, when he had explained to the lord commander why he had come here, Benjen had tried to attack him when he understood that he had known the truth about Prince Jaehaerys.

You're no man of honor.

Walking through the training yard, ignoring the sound of steel hitting steel. The sound of man falling in the cold ground. Feeling the thick snow under his boots. He opened the black door made of wood from beyond the wall.

The wood was in poor condition, it had small holes and cracks around, because of the weather, weapons? Howland didn't know and didn't really cared. He opened the door that made enough sound to wake the whole castle.

He walked inside through the long corridor that lead to the great hall of the Castle Black. Through the long corridor were many torches burning to brighten up the place. They were many other door that lead to the rooms where they slept at night.

Calling them rooms to sleep was generous, it was no bed, only a few sheets covering the frozen floor and a small pillow like a rock to rest the head.

Howland walked inside and smiled to see the lord commander with Maester Aemon and Benjen inside. He noticed the old wolf glaring at him, his brown eyes piercing him like a sword. He decided to ignore and made his way to the old commander.

"Lord Commander, do we have anything to do?" Howland asked looking at the old bear and ignoring the wolf. He sighed sadly snd The old bear shooked his head slightly.

"Howland there's no need for you to be in every mission. You need to rest and not look for any opportunity to do something" his commander replied with melancholy in his tone. Howland sighed and sat down close to them. His hand moved to the bread close to him and eat it down with some water. The bread was tasteless. Howland was sure that was a good thing.

"Lord Commander is right Howland, it won't do you any good to work all the time" he heard the old master telling him. His voice old but strong. He swallowed the bread and drank water again. It was cold water, making his throat feel like ice that was breaking and cutting him inside.

"What else can I do here? Is not like I can do anything else" he replied annoyed and took another piece of bread and followed it with a small piece of meat. It tasted sweet in his mouth, the only sweet thing in the whole damn castle.

"Well, tomorrow the new brothers will go beyond the wall to swear their vows. I will come along and if you wish to come?" He heard his commander ask. His eyes looked at the old bear. It wasn't really a job but better than being alone in your own guilt.

He nodded his head in agreement when a sudden wind came through the window making everyone shiver in cold. Howland noticed the look of concern on his eyes, his eyes looking at the window. He opened his mouth to say something.

"Is getting much colder than usual" Benjen commented instead glancing at the broken window before turning to the old bear. Without pulling his eyes away, the lord commander nodded in agreement and so did the old maester who raised his clothes higher and trying to cover more of his body.

"I know but must have been this cold before!" Howland commented and looked at everyone's faces. "No?!" He asked but knowing the answer he would receive. The lord commander moved his eyes from the broken window to Howland.

"No. I have been here for many years and was never this cold. Is almost as cold as beyond the wall" the lord commander replied with what Howland thought was 'Dread'. He swallowed a huge breath at the seriousness of his tone. If is so cold now, then, what will happen when the true Winters comes? Howland asked himself as he crossed his hands on his chest and trying to keep them warm. Just the thought of that cold made him shiver, his mouth suddenly dry and cold.

He heard many of his brothers from the night's watch saying that dying from cold is like burning, even worse than a dragon some said. You feel cold in the beginning but then your body start heating up, until you die.

"Well. I will come tomorrow" Howland said keeping his hands close to his chest.

"Very well. Tomorrow at midday" Lord Commander said with a firm tone and stood up and left the hall.

Howland heard a growl beside him and turned to see Benjen standing in his feet to his right. His long hair had reached his shoulders.

"What can I do for you brother Benjen?" Howland asked standing up.

"Outside"

Daemon Blackfyre

He reached the main room of his house, just looking at it showed the richness of his father. Beside him were two of his king's guard. Ser Darmony Tero and Ser Akstan 'The Fearful'.

Ser Darmony is known soldier of The Golden Company, he has joined the company a year ago and already making a name for himself. He used a small sword, that was only a foot taller than a dagger. The hilt decorated to look like the body of a snake. He had a long face with with a sharp nose. His lips thin almost not visible. His eyes were a dark brown almost completely black. His forehead short and a scar that reached from one side of the head to the other. His left ear missing the earlobe. No beard and mustache, and very short brown hair.

Ser Akstan had a shape face like a triangle, his nose slightly moved to the left, purple lips and dark blue eyes. His white hair reached to his cheeks, a small scar on the left side of his neck. Missing two fingers from his left hand. A long silver chain handing from his neck. Despite his white hair, he was young around his thirties.

His soldiers opening the door, he saw an old man that only could be described as a peasant sitting on the other side of the table, close to him were sitting a man with a big nose. But Daemon's eyes quickly went to the girl standing behind. She was lean and long legged, with dark eyes and black hair cut short. Her face thin, with a big sharp nose, and wind-chafed skin. Daemon could see on her neck a faded pink scar.

He glanced at her for a few moments which was noticed by the girl who licked her lips slightly. Daemon turned his eyes to the old man standing in the chair, his chest high and his hair a mess. He was wearing a thin dark shirt made of cotton, in his chest a plate of metal showing the kraken symbol of house Greyjoy.

His hand was old, his nails blackened underneath, Daemon couldn't smell perfume and his smell was that of shit. His eyes glanced at his left hand and Daemon noticed a small smirk spreading on his lips, daring to mock him making his blood boil.

How dare he thinks himself better than a dragon!

Daemon kept his chest high and 'Blackfyre' tightened to his hip. He wore a golden chain around his neck, three golden rings on his right hand, one of them with a big ruby in the center. He was wearing the most expensive perfume, it smelled like sea. He had earrings with the shape of a dragon.

"Lord Greyjoy" Daemon said with a cocky tone and a smug smile on his face. The old man frowned at his tone but kept quiet. The lady behind him glared at Daemon.

Daemon didn't sit in the chair instead, he stood in front of it and looking down at the man in front of him.

The old man growled slightly at him, and the soldiers beside Daemon moved their hands to their swords.

"I'm here about your call to support your conquest to take The Iron Throne" the old man said and murmured under his breath but Daemon didn't hear him.

"I'm a king by right and you will call me as such. And you will support me to take it" Daemon stated with a small smirk on his face.

The old man stood up on his feet but was stopped when he felt cold steel near his neck.

"I would be careful if I were you. Only a slip from my guard and you will fall like many other people who raised their swords against me" Daemon stated enjoying the pale look of the old man. The lady beside him kept her right hand on the small dagger tightened to her hips, close to her womanhood.

Daemon glanced at her form before turning to look at the old man in front of him.

"Why would I support you kid?" Baelon Greyjoy almost shouted at him. Daemon growled at his tone and made a small sign with his finger. Ser Akstan suddenly grabbed his right hand and stabbed it in the middle of it.

"AAAAHHHHHH" He yelled in pain causing his girl and his men behind him to raise their weapons but were stopped when they were surrounded by Unsullied. The cold steel of their spears at the back of their heads. The old goat was still morning in pain as his blood spreaded around the table and started dropping on the floor.

Daemon smirked and slowly pulled out 'Blackfyre' and in front of the old man's face. He was greeting his teeth tightly and only now Daemon noticed blood coming out from one of his broken teeth.

"I'm not a 'boy', I'm a King. And you will support me" Daemon stated loudly looking at the girl standing behind the old rotten man. The old goat was panting as the sword on his hand was moving slowly around causing more pain and the wound to open wildly.

"Now your girl will stay here. If you don't support me. I will send you fingers until you get the whole package" He stated slowly and with a quiet tone that was heard by the old man who's eyes widened slightly.

Daemon made a sign with his hand and the short sword was pulled out, Baelon Greyjoy glared at the kid in front of him who dared to give him orders.

"Of course, your grace" he replied quietly and with venom on his tone. Daemon saw as he was holding his wounded hand with his other one. The girl glared at him but in same time a small smirk not leaving her face.

The old goat was send outside along with his men leaving him alone with the girl who didn't looked intimidated even in the slightest.

"What's your name?" Daemon asked taking a step forward.

"Asha Greyjoy"