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(POV The Red Priestess)
I am a Watcher of the Fla. I am a re servant of the Lord of Light, the Red God, R'hllor, the Heart of Fire, and the God of Fla and Shadow.
I have but one purpose in life. To aid the Prince Who Was Promised in his battle when the dark night cos.
And that dark night is approaching. The great evil has begun gathering strength, and it will be no more than a few years before war erupts. The flas have told as much.
For decades, I have waited for the Prince Who Was Promised. During all those years, the flas had remained still. No chaos, no flickering, no visions. But they were steady, calm, watchful.
That changed a few months ago. Suddenly, the flas began to flicker, as if chaos were brimming beneath the surface.
It was a sign. A sign that the prince's arrival was near. The Lord of Light was beginning to reveal the path.
I have waited patiently these past months, watching closely, seeking clarity.
Even as the days passed with no clear vision, I was not anxious. I knew I had to remain faithful and patient. When the ti was right, the fla would reveal the one.
And then, it happened, suddenly and without warning.
R'hllor rewarded my patience.
The flas flared with clarity.
The path stood before .
The vision had been granted.
I had been shown the way but before I could walk it, I needed to find soone. Before I searched for the prince who was promised, I needed to search soone else. Soone who was part of the greater destiny.
Whether it was fortune or coincidence or a blessing of the Red God, I do not know but that person was not far away from . She was the key through which the prince who was promised would trust .
I cut through the densely packed square of Braavos. I had arrived in the city a few months ago to preach the ssage of the Lord of Light and what an opportunity he had granted with.
With every few steps I took, my neck would instinctively tilt upward, my eyes drawn toward the horizon.
The red cot was still there. It had been there since the past 2 days. Faint now, almost faded, but still visible. Most likely, it would disappear completely by the end of the day.
It had all happened two nights ago.
As usual, I had begun my nightly ritual. I was gazing into the flas, hoping for a command, a vision, a whisper from the Red God.
At first, nothing happened. Just as it had been for months. Only chaos, only flickering. No vision. No direction.
I was about to leave the ritual chamber and retire to bed when the flas suddenly burst apart. They erupted like a volcano from the cauldron they had been burning in. The flas were thick, dense, and wild, and they were roaring as though they would consu everything around them.
But I was not afraid. I was ecstatic. Elated. Thrilled. Excited. The flas had finally shown the vision.
The Prince Who Was Promised stood before . He was tall and handso, radiating such overwhelming power that I could barely look at him without feeling weak. His re presence demanded my complete devotion.
In his right hand, he held a sword, a sword made of purely of flas.
A fire that could burn through anything, yet felt sacred. It was as though the Red God Himself lived within that fire. It was not just heat. It was holiness.
Strangely, I could only see the right half of his body. His left side remained hidden, obscured by the fla.
Still, I knew, instinctively, that he was holding sothing else in that hand. Perhaps another weapon.
Why was that part concealed? Was it a ssage? A test?
I did not know. And in that mont, I did not care.
The flas roared higher, and the path before beca clearer and clearer.
Then, as quickly as they had erupted, the flas had cald down, settling back into their usual dance in the cauldron. The chaos and instability that had plagued them for months was gone. They were steady and stable.
I stepped forward and moved to the window. There it was, the red cot, traversing in the sky before .
The Prince Who Was Promised had arrived.
Finally, after walking for so ti, I reached my destination. The Port of Braavos.
I did not have to search long. Within monts, I spotted the person I had been looking for.
She was a young lady. Her hair was dirty silver, and her eyes held a slight purple hue, clear signs of Valyrian descent.
Her face and her hair were sared with dirt and, most likely, charcoal. Her clothes were ragged, and she was holding a small bundle of clothes in her hands clutching them to her chest. She looked no better than one of the smallfolk. It was an obvious disguise, an effort to make herself appear as unremarkable and unattractive as possible.
Yet anyone with a discerning eye could tell that beneath the dirt and rags stood a woman of remarkable beauty.
"Young lady," I said as I approached the girl with a small smile on my face. "Perhaps you're looking for a companion to accompany you on your journey?"
The girl instinctively took a couple of steps back, clutching the small bundle in her arms tighter to her chest.
"Who are you?" she asked, her expression wary and cautious.
I smiled and pulled down the hood covering my head.
"I go by many nas," I replied. "But you can call the Red Priestess."
My title seed to spark recognition in her mind. There were not many who had not heard of the Red Priests and Priestesses.
"The Red Priestess," she murmured. "What do you want from ?"
"I want nothing from you, my lady," I said gently, my voice as soothing as possible. "I am here to offer my help. To accompany you on your journey. To assist you in reaching your destination. To join you on your voyage to ereen."
Her mouth fell open in shock as I uttered the na ereen. Clearly, she had not imagined anyone knowing where she was headed.
"How do you know I am going to ereen?" she asked, still reeling from shock.
"I do not know many things," I replied, "but there are certain truths that I do know. Just as you had dreams, I too was granted a vision."
The bundle of clothes slipped from her hands as she stared at , eyes wide in disbelief and wonder while I stood there, smiling.
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