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  Thrid Person POV

  Essos, 296 AC.

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  It was night in the great city of Vontis, as the hour of the wolf was announced with the moon reag its highest point in the sky.

  Everything seemed peaceful in one of the oldest cities of the known world, which had beeed as aension of Valyria a long time ago, implementing its culture, which has been preserved to this day with the exception of the dragons and their magic.

  The city funed with the high nobility posed of direct desdants of the a dragon lord families, and they prided themselves on this more than anything else.

  The city had an a but sturdy structure, extremely beautiful this night as all the houses were lit with dles, while a rge temple in the ter of the city illuminated with a tral fme that reached upwards through an opening. The red priests ehat it was never extinguished—rain or shihe fme of the Lord of Light, R'hllor, was never put out.

  Power in Vontis was dominated by military strength and erce, trolled by two major fas: the Tigers, who relied on military power, and the Elephants, who relied on trade, both trolling all of Vontis.

  Religion also held signifit influence over the popution, from o citizens and sves. The red priests dominated public opinion, with the rgest temple in the world, the Red Temple, located iy, housing its high priests and its eternal fme.

  In that same temple tonight, without any worshippers at the moment, the priests were carrying out their usual activities iemple, and everything seemed normal until the High Priest of the Red Temple walked through one of the corridors with no one in sight withiemple. After all, he was in one of the most inaccessible areas deep underground, walking towards the end of the corridor where there was a strong light in front of him.

  "High Priest Benerro? What troubles you at su hour of the night?" A voice beside him called out, sounding slightly hesitant.

  They were heading directly towards the tral fme, or eternal fme as they called it, which burned brightly. However, they were in the lowest part, where it began—a ply accessible to the most important individuals.

  Apanying him was his assistant, known as the Herald of Benerro, due to ag as his representative and messenger for the High Priest.

  Dessun was a man of 27 namedays, who came from a on family—not a sve one—and studied at the Red Temple sihe age of 10 namedays, eventually being Benerro's assistant once he was noticed by him. He had spent his ret years assisting the High Priest in whatever he needed.

  "A calling brought me here, Dessun. R'hllor wants to vey a message, I am certain!" he spoke with a firm aed tone. While in his chamber, he had felt something calling him to this pd came after summoning his assistant, who was fused.

  Dessun only nodded, not knowing what to say, and he did not want to risk being whipped for tradig the High Priest, or worse, being burned alive. They tinued in sileil they finally ehe room of the great fme, burning this night just like any ht.

  "Let us pray tod, as the fmes call me tonight, young Dessun," Benerro said, while Dessun nodded his head.

  Benerro, already aced to the fmes, advao a point very close to it and k down. He was used to the heat but did not approach further, as he too was made of flesh and could be burned.

  "I feel your calling. If you have anything to tell me, please, this servant will give you his full attention, my lord..." Benerro spoke in a submissive tone, very different from the one he used with anyone else.

  Even Dessun could uand this, but his gaze, a little distant from the High Priest, was filled with distrust. Dessun had seen this same se dozens of times, as Benerro cimed about four times a year that the god R'hllor wao vey a message to him, and he had never seen anything e of it.

  Thinking this was just anht of the High Priest speaking nonsense, something happehe fmes, which burned tinuously at the same rhythm, suddenly exploded with force, causing Benerro and Dessun to open their eyes, surprised and stunned, while the assistant fell backward, frighteerrified.

  The fmes exploded with impressive force, and the priest put his hand in front of his face due to the intense light they were geing at that moment. However, he did not burn. The heat, which should have increased, was not felt.

  The fmes, which burned calmly in the ter of the temple, drew the attention not only of the priests and other members of the Red Temple, but the ey saw the sky suddenly light up with this explosion, causing everyoo gasp in shock, looking towards the great temple with even the fmes being visible slightly above it.

  "What is that?!"

  "It's a sign from R'hllor!!"

  "All hail R'hllor!!!"

  From the outskirts of the city to the wealthiest and highest parts, everyone looked on in astonishment, and most of the city seemed to bow before peared to be a maion of R'hllor.

  Even the less devout became submissive as all eyes turowards the temple at that moment, but none were more affected than Benerro himself, standing at the heart of it all as the fmes tinued illuminating the entire area, until he opened his eyes even amidst that blinding light.

  In the High Priest's vision, he began to see something within the fmes until the light no longer bothered him, and in the middle of it all, he saw a world covered in snow and ice, bing all the mountains, forests, and rivers, as his vision traveled across that nd. Then, something different from the frozen wastend appeared—a miracle.

  Green nds with a rge tree with red leaves, the symbol of a nation, while small birds flew around it. However, as the image drew closer, it became apparent that the tree was far from small, standing hundreds of meters tall, and what Benerro had thought were birds were, in fact, dragons flying in circles around that realm.

  They tinued slig through the air, passing above a massive city beh the tree, as if they were dang in the air above it. Benerro could hardly believe he was seeing dragons, especially in suumbers.

  His vision was as if he were flying above this kingdom, passing by the dragons and moving toward a castle before the giant tree, even with the sun above the castle obscured by the branches.

  Then Benerro found himself entering the tral part of the castle, finding a throne fag a massive entrahat offered a view of the city from that very spot, and upohro a man. His eyes were gray, but around them was a green hue unlike anything the priest had ever seen.

  Suddenly, the man's serious expression ged to a more narrowed gaze, and Benerro could tell he was being seen.

  "Are you spying on me again?" the man suddenly spoke in a fierd authoritative tone, making even Benerro swallow hard.

  "I've told you before, you are not wele here. I have ods besides my own, and I will not accept you, R'hllor."

  Benerro finally realized that the man was not speaking to him but to his own god?!

  "What is this, how he speak like this to the great R'hllor?!" Benerro couldn't uand how a mortal could speak to a god in such a manner. But Benerro simply stood there, now silent, while the image of the man remaiill, seated in his chair with a calm posture, though his gaze was sharp. He stared at the man who seemed to be in his forties for some time until an a voice echoed.

  "The salvation of humanity already lies in the North. The chosen one was born in the West and touched by ods. He does not submit to me but helps me survive. After all, there are no gods in a world covered in id death. That is why he must be aided in his path. Even though he is not my follower, the fmes burn within him more than in any other living being in this world. A song of id fire in a single man. His life is worth more than anything in this world, and my sword must be given to him."

  Benerro aralyzed as he heard the distorted voice, clearly not that of a human.

  When the a voice finally stopped, Benerro trembled, uo believe that for the first time in his life, his god had spoken to him beyond images—perhaps R'hllor had never spoken to anyone before him.

  Then, before he could think much more about it, the image began to ge. The man remained in the vision, but the se ged along with his clothing and posture, exging his silken robes of a monarch for Valyrian steel armor with glowing symbols upon it. The world was different—it was frozen, cold, and ominous. There was no sunlight, but it could still be said that it was day.

  Around him were hundreds of thousands of soldiers c the horizon, with dragons flying above the army. The same man that his god had decred to be the chosen one wielded a sword that glowed at its ter, like the sword from the old tales, and Benerro could even uand the symbols inscribed upon it—Dawnbreaker.

  Benerro took his eyes off the man standing at the front of the army, with his sword pnted in the ground while he looked ahead, letting his gaze fall to the side, to the men in armor surrounding him.

  Benerro could see that there was a crowd in well-made armor with the same symbol the leader bore on his chest, symbolizing warriors from his try, but they were not the only ones.

  The red priest could see beyond the giants, dwarves, and Arti soldiers—soldiers with symbols of famous houses of Westeros. Not only that, there were symbols of Braavos, Pentos, even Vontis, the Dothraki, the Unsullied, and red priests. Even the people from the East, whom he knew as samurai and others, were gathered there, with what seemed to be their shogun. It was as if the entire world had gathered there, behind that man.

  Besides the dragons, there were also wolves as tall as men, bears, and many other animals that Benerro did nnize.

  His gaze shifted to the opposite side where all the men were fag. The field en, almost like the Dothraki Sea, but covered in snow.

  And there, it was filled with an opposing side of enemies—he couldn't even call them men, with thousands and thousands of beings with blue eyes, even more numerous thaire army behind the man.

  "My greatest enemy... The Night King." R'hllor's voice returned.

  In their midst stood the one R'hllor had pointed out—the Night King, a figure that sent shivers down the priest's spine, making him tremble. It seemed even the fmes froze just by showing him. He looked at the opposing army as if dealing with flies.

  Suddenly, his gaze shifted to the side, aared at Benerro, making him freeze. But he looked at him as if he were nothing, before looking fain, while the white fmes burned where he sat.

  He was mounted on a winged creature that seemed to be a dragon, but it emitted a cold smoke all over its body, cealing its true form. Only its outlih the white fmes was visible, as diabolical as its master.

  "My servant... you have had a vision of the battle at the end of the world," the voice spoke again. "But you ot take this vision to the world, only parts of it... and you will suffer for it. I want you to help him..."

  "My god... I am willing to do anything for you," Benerro said immediately.

  Benerro then saw the vision begin to move, as the leader of humanity became covered in something while one of the dragons desded, nding beside him with its enormous body crag the frozen ground.

  Then he mouhe giant dragon—white as snow, with green patches. He soared into the sky, raising his sword, which glowed amidst the otal darkness.

  "For humanity!!" he shouted, pointing his sword forward before his dragon fpped its wings and advanced as well.

  "Let's go!!" Thousands of voices excimed, preparing for battle with giant shields and arrows. In the sky, bck, red, blue, purple, yellow, gray dragons—all possible colors. There was a surreal number of these creatures, advang towards the army of the dead, along with all of humanity, following their leader.

  The dead did not remain idle, as their leader fpped his wings with the terrifying dragon, advang into the sky, while the dead ran towards the army.

  It was at this moment that Benerro's vision began to break. His st sight was of the first tact between that man, mounted on his dragon, raising his sword in the air and charging against his enemy, while the dragon turned upside doroag the Night King, who was also mounted on his winged creature, wielding an ice on.

  Both rushed fearlessly towards one another until the csh betweewo bdes, striking like a symphony amidst chaos, geing a sonic impact that reverberated throughout the battlefield, heard by millions.

  Suddenly, the vision stopped, while the fmes began to calm down at that moment, losing all their brightness and vision, and everythiuro normal after a few dozen seds, as Benerro remained paralyzed until his sight returned, with the fmes burning as they usually did.

  "What was that..." he murmured as his memories began to blur. Then suddenly, an immense pain invaded his eyes and ears, while his stomach turned.

  "AHHHHHHHH!!!!" Benerro began to scream as his eyes glowed before burning with intense pain, making his assistant see blood dripping onto the ground as he rushed closer.

  "High Priest Benerro!!" Even feeling the heat, he grabbed the High Priest, who groaned in pain, and dragged him away from the ter of the fmes, notig even Benerro's ears starting to bleed.

  "Benerro..." Dessun was trembling, uo believe what he was witnessing, as the ma blind, his eyes catg fire while he began to vomit beside him.

  "What was that?" he murmured, looking at the fmes in fear, until all the dles on the walls suddenly exploded, f a line like an invisible wave that extinguished the fmes for a sed before they returo normal.

  This spread throughout the temple, as they saw the fmes behaving strangely, flowing like a wave to the temple's limits. It didn't stop there, as the ey experies own invisible wave, with every fire iy exploding for a moment, though without burning anything—only startling the people wherever they were, with the st occurrences iy's farthest parts.

  Jon was with Rhaenys and Ygritte in bed when the fmes in the room exploded, causing him to sit up.

  "What was that?!" Rhaenys murmured as the fmes returo normal in the dles.

  "Jon?" Ygritte murmured with a dazed look.

  "I don't know, but I'll find out..." Jon said as he put on his clothes a outside, while his meed that this happened with all the fmes on all the ships, like a wave ing from the pce they were heading to.

  This spread beyond that region, and a few hours ter, Westeros felt the explosion in the fmes of their castles and houses, but it caused no harm beyond a scare, leaving them w what had happened.

  At that moment, almost all the red priests in the world knew what this meant—a divine sign. While Dessun dragged his High Priest, who wept in pain without his eyes, keeping a terrified expression as he tried t him to the surface, many people woke up, dazed, seeking their fmes to see if there was any sign from their god.

  A woman in the Shadow Lands, wearing a mask with her eyes exposed through the holes—each a different color—was stunned as she looked west after seeing the explosion in her fmes.

  Even ieros, at Dragonstone, Melisandre was looking at the fmes once again before they began to explode, causio widen her eyes. Whehiuro normal, she nearly put her fato the fire, seeking any sign, any clue, while she heard other fire priests scattered around the pce she had verted, exg for R'hllor.

  To the south of Westeros, while another red priest was with his pany, Thoros of Myr felt something and immediately sought his fmes. However, like everyone else at that moment, nothing came in response.

  But everyone uood what it meant—it was a sign, as if their god had made tact with the mortal world, affeg all the fmes of the world, even if some ods did not appreciate it.

  "Listen, Dessun!" Benerro's voice called out amidst his cries.

  "Stop talking... High Priest... We're almost there, I'll call for help!" the young man pleaded, nearly g in fear.

  "Please... listen to me..." Benerro insisted before tinuing. "The great R'hllave me a vision... He showed me the chosen one. Azor Ahai, his return." He began, while his assistant looked on in turmoil, hearing this.

  Even with blood flowing down his face from his eyes and ears, he tinued.

  "He is ing here and will arrive in the ing days. We must wele him. He is the savior chosen by R'hllor, and we must help him prepare for the final war!!" Benerro said immediately.

  Dessun was flicted, unsure whether it was real or if Benerro was halluating... but with everything that had happened, he had to believe... Somehow, their god had indeed maed to the High Priest this night. He tinued dragging him out with great effort to seek help.

  Quickly, a rge-scale meeting began at the Red Temple. After all, it wasn't hard to identify that whatever had happened came from the temple's tral fme.

  Meanwhile, the Arctic ships were getting closer to Vontis in the darkness of the night, as the Artis tried to decipher what had happened with their fmes.

  Ra here:

  I found myself in a bit of flict at several points in this chapter... after all, I made Jon forty years old iure. The final war will not be easy to clude, and it won't be in the North.

  Besides, R'hllor acts differently from the Old Gods. I thought the price to pay with one's eyes seemed reasonable for a religion that burns people as s to their god.

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