Asshai
Melisandre sat down in front of R'hllors gift.
Her eyes were drawn to the high roaring fire and she concentrated to see the Visions that her beloved God send her.
She saw a Dragon no, many Dragons, made of Stone and clinging to each other. Their numerous bodies together were formed like a Castle and this Castle was standing on an small Island.
The Dragons seemed clearer and purer that any Vision she had ever had before. Melisandre was excited, she could see that every Dragon looked different. Some of them were sleek and some were robust, many were small and some were huge and quite a lot were of medium size for what she knew of normal Dragons of the Times of Old.
The flames crackled when Melisandre leaned even closer to her God's gift. One of the Dragons, one of the small ones, looked away from its brethens and seemed to stare back at the Red Priestess. Melisandre was fascinated, her left hand got closer and she was nearly touching the flame.
The little Dragon detached itself completely from its siblings, it opened its little wings and flew away from the Tower it formed with its own and the other Dragons bodys. The other Dragons shuffled closer together to close the hole that the small one opened.
The little Dragon was flying away from the Vision of Island in the flames and flew closer and closer to the borders of the flames. As it approached, it also became bigger, from the tiny thing in the Walls of the Tower on the Island, to a size that now filled the fire completely. Melisandres fingers were now touching the flames then she could touch a scaly head.
The Red Priestess gasped. Her Visions had never been before become so real. She pulled her hand away but something incredible happened then, for the scaly head followed her fingers. Melisandre looked fascinated at the head of the Dragon that now was halfway out of the flames. More and more the head pushed out of the flames, an elegant neck and body followed, long wings fluttered rapidly upwards and finally the tail was out too. R'hllors gift of the Vision of the Island disappeared while the Dragon hovered above the fire but the priestess doesn't even realize it, for she was too fascinated by the Dragon itself.
Now she could see that the whole Dragon was black, it looked like the skin was made from smooth stone though but this stoney skin was now cracking open in the air. Everywhere there were cracks to see on the Dragon, even on the still fluttering Wings.
Tiny pieces then started to fall off the floating Dragon and every piece of Stoney skinflakes burned in the Air and was reaching the floor as ashes.
The whole room was now unbelievingly hot, it nearly was unbearable, even for the Red Priestess but she didn't even acknowledge it. She was too fascinated by the Dragon that shed itself more and more rapidly of its stony outerlayer.
Finally it was completely renewed, the wings were now leathery and the rest scaly and the Dragon now landed in front of Melisandre. She smiled at the creature that was now standing on the floor, it reached now a bit more than waist-high in comparison to her. It could not see the smile though, for its eyes were still closed, but it surely would open them soon.
The Red priestess kneeled before the Dragon, so that her head was at the same level as the Scaly's one. She smiled and touched the head again, now with both hands and with a wondrous expression on her beautiful face. The little Dragon growled and hissed a bit but accepted easily the petting from the Priestess.
Melisandre touched and petted the scaly head, her hands now going from the top to the lower parts of the scaly head. The scales on the left side of the jaw felt different than on the right side, nearly like cold stone, while the rest felt like warm scales.
The Red priestess tugged gently at the skin of the left side, while she petted reassuringly the right side to calm the Dragon down. Surely this was the last few pieces of the outer stone skin, the priestess said to herself and she must help the Dragon to be free of it. That must be R'hllors will and wish.
The bits of cold stone just wouldn't come off, no matter how hard she now tugged and while the priestess was fully concentrated on the left side, she didn't see that the small Dragon fletched its talons. Melisandre now looked closer to the stony skin parts and as she leaned so close that her breath mingled with the huffing one of the Dragon, she suddenly felt something entering her back.
SHE SCREAMED and screamedandscreamed...
A small but powerful jaw opened quickly and then snapped shut around her throat and ripped it open. The Ruby that the Priestess always was wearing around her neck was swallowed with the first jawful of blood and flesh.
The screaming stopped and the small Dragon starts to feast. The now rapidly aging Corpse of the Red Priestess was the first meal of the Dragon in this World outside of the fire. And while it was eating its fill, the last pieces of stony skin finally fell of and was landing as ashes on the floor.
The little Dragon opend its jaws again and then restarted the flames that the Priestess watched before with its own firey breath.
It finally opened the eyes. They were blue.
Volantis, the Red Temple
The Flame of Truth, High Priest Benerro stepped away from the all-knowing flames and looked over his shoulder to the only other occupant of the room.
Moqorro looked still into the fire but then he too looked away. Both men's eyes met and the High Priest nodded to the other one.
The little priestess in Asshai had been a good sacrifice.
The two Red Priests left the private room of Visions and closed the door behind them.
They should have looked back, for in the eternal flames, two blue eyes followed their every move.