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FATHER FRANCISCO GARUPE- ADAM DRIVER

FATHER SEBASTIAN RODRIQUEZ- ANDREW GARFIELD

JESUS CHRIST- DIOGO MORGADO

FATHER ALESSANDRO VALIGNANO- CIARÁN HINDS

Cathedral of Saint Mary Major. Lisbon, Portugal. January 13, 1640.

The holy mission in Westeros started as all things in this world must surely start: with a dream. Father Francisco Garupe slept soundly in his cell in the cathedral. His was a bare room with only a cot and a desk for reading and writing.

The life of a Jesuit was not for the faint of heart by any means. It was a hard existence, especially when one was sent on a mission to convert those who had not heard of the Christian faith. Garupe thought that he had known what to expect when he offered his life to the society of Jesus once he had reached his 18th year. He knew that life would be hard and that he would be expected to deny all pleasures of the flesh. Francisco had thrown himself into his calling. He worked hard, prayed harder, and consumed only as much food as he needed to live healthy. He slept only as much as he needed to function day by day, for sloth was a sin in itself.

However, his already limited sleep would be disturbed this night. As Garupe laid upon his cot, a bright light filled his near empty cell. The Jesuit was awakened from his slumber and shielded his eyes to keep from going blind. Eventually, Francisco saw the shape of a man emerge from the light. As he got closer, Garupe saw that the man had hair as long as a woman's, his skin was tan as if baked golden brown in an oven, and his eyes shined like sapphires reflecting light. Garupe sat up on his cot, feeling much afraid.

"Who are you stranger?" He asked carefully as the man gazed upon him.

"Who do you say that I am?" The being asked as Garupe took in the sight of said. His eyes gazed down to the man's hands where he saw crude holes in the man's wrists that went all the way through. In an instant, father Garupe leapt from the bed and fell to his knees in reverence.

"O Lord…my God…" Garupe muttered as he could hardly believe that he was looking upon the living Christ, much less speaking to him.

"Look upon me Francisco, as I look upon thee." Jesus spoke as the padre raised his head.

"Speak Lord…for thy servant hears." Father Garupe spoke as he locked eyes with those of the messiah.

"Go to the land that I will show you and speak my name to all who will listen. Show them the love that I have shown you and make disciples of them." Jesus gently commanded.

"What is this land, my Lord?" Francisco asked.

"The land of Westeros. The 7 kingdoms that live within it. They do not know me, but I know them and I have seen their suffering. I send you to minister to them and to save them." Jesus answered.

"I am to go alone, Lord?" Garupe inquired with fear in his voice.

"It is not good for you to go alone, lest you fall and can not hoist yourself up. I have seen the growth of your friend: Sebastian. Take him with you so that you may uphold each other and draw strength from one another." Christ insisted. Sebastian Rodriquez had joined the Jesuits at the same time as Garupe and they had both studied together to be priests. They were as brothers and Garupe was thankful that he would have such a brother in Christ as his ally.

"Shall we return from this Westeros?" The Jesuit priest asked, feeling fear for his fate as Jesus touched his cheek.

"You will suffer temptations, toils, and snares. You shall also know love and glory and all people of that land shall praise God because of you." He assured Garupe as he knew that he and Rodriquez would die in Westeros. Whether from old age or from martyrdom, he didn't know. But they would never return from this mission.

"My Lord...I fear that I am not strong enough for this...you should send another; If father Ferreira was still with us...perhaps. There was none stronger than him." Garupe insisted as he remembered his former mentor who had guided he and Rodrigues through the faith. He had apostatized under torture in Japan and it still felt like a knife plunged into Garupe's heart.

"I want no other, I have chosen you Francisco...you are stronger than you believe." Christ replied tenderly.

"But...I fear that if I am challenged in my faith...I may fail you." The padre explained, feeling guilt at his own fear and weakness. It was always easy to say that you would never falter when tested, but Garupe feared that if push came to shove, he might be weak in the face of persecution.

"I did not bear my cross alone...neither will you. You must not ask God for an easy life...but the strength to endure a difficult one. For it is easy to have faith in joy. It is when we are in sorrow that we find our true faith." Jesus reminded the priest as Garupe knew that if Jesus had faith in him, he must have faith in himself.

"Not my will, but yours be done." Francisco declared as he knew that he could not turn down this mission, no matter what the cost. Christ Jesus had given his life for the world. Garupe could do no less. Despite his fears, all Francisco could do was trust that he would be given the strength to do what had been asked of him.


The Next Day.

When he had awaken from his sleep, Father Garupe all but demanded to see Father Alessandro Valignano: the priest above all in that cathedral. He also requested that Father Rodriquez join them. When they had gathered in the Priest's study, Garupe told his fellow Padres about his vision of Jesus Christ. Sebastian Rodriques had always wanted to be a hero of the faith like St. Peter and St. Paul before and his chance had finally come. After Garupe had finished his recollection of the previous night, Rodrigues looked at him with shock and pride while Valignano expressed only shock.

"You claim that our lord Jesus Christ…appeared to you?" The elder Padre asked awkwardly.

"Yes and he has called me to preach the gospel to the people of Westeros. He asked for Sebastian to act as my mission companion; Christ has requested him personally." Father Garupe insisted.

"There is no such place on any map." Father Valignano pointed out to both men.

"With all due respect Padre, nothing was on the map until a sailor made it so. Perhaps it is a country that has not yet been discovered? If our Lord says it exists, then it does." Father Rodrigues shot back. His heart full of determination and pride that Jesus had called him by name for such a mission as this.

"You would go to a land that no one has ever heard of before by yourselves?" Their superior grilled intently.

"Father Valignano…our Lord Jesus has given us this mission. These people are out there and we have a duty to bring them the most precious thing we have to give them: the knowledge of God's love." Francisco declared with intent as the old paste looked the younger of the 2.

"And you, Rodrigues?" He asked.

"Our Lord spoke my name to Garupe, if he desires me to go, then I shall go." Sebastian vowed as Alessandro heaved a a sigh.

"If our messiah has commanded this of you…then I would be damned if I defied you from doing his work. If this is your hearts, then I must trust that the Lord has put it there." Valignano replied solemnly as he looked upon both priests. "You have the order's blessing to make this voyage. You will spread our faith among the people of Westeros; an army of 2."

THIS IS A STORY THAT HAS NEVER BEEN DONE, BUT ONE THAT SHOULD BE DONE. LET ME KNOW WHERE IN THE 7 KINGDOMS YOU THINK GARUPE & RODRIQUES SHOULD LAND & IN WHAT SEASON I SHOULD PUT THEM IN. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED