Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 77 Azor Ahai

The red priestess, Melisandre, closed her eyes and prayed silently:
"King of Light, Heart of Holy Flame, Master of Shadow and Fire, let me see the prince in the prophecy, your agent in the world."

The air was so hot that her lips were already chapped.

This is no surprise.The fire in the fireplace had never been extinguished since she had lived in this hotel room, even when the midsummer sun was shining in.

Undoubtedly, priests of the Lord of Light must live with the flames.

She knew that R'hllor, the Lord of Light, spoke omens to his chosen followers in the language of ashes and flickering flames.

And he is best at watching and interpreting ambiguous omens from the holy flame.

She opened her eyes and stared into the flames.

Before her, visions flickering and flickering in the flames.

Faces and figures are erratic, one phantom just takes shape, then begins to dissolve, fading into another;
The color is suddenly golden, now scarlet, and now bright white;
The shape is weird, terrifying, charming, holy;
She couldn't see the prophesied prince.

Failed again.Melisandre tried to forget the disappointment and bewilderment in her heart.

She sat in a daze in front of the holy flame of the Lord of Light.

The ancient book of Yashai predicted, "After the long summer, when the stars weep blood, Azor Ahai will be reborn in the land of smoke and salt, and awaken the dragon in the stone."

Melisandre believes that "the land of smoke and salt" is Dragonstone.

Therefore, she trekked from Asshai and joined Stannis, expecting to lead the prophesied prince to complete the mission given by the Lord of Light.

But.Stannis is dead.

Melisandre had to accept the fact that she might have misinterpreted the prophecy.

She no longer knew where to go.But Dragonstone Island soon received news-Joffrey Baratheon, the heir to the Iron Throne, became the "Prince of Dragonstone Island".

Later, an envoy of the Iron Throne with a dragon egg stopped at Dragonstone Island.

She woke up: she came early, Stannis was just a forerunner for the king, and the real prince was in King's Landing.

So she came to King's Landing City again, to spread the gospel of the King of Light to the ignorant world, and even saw the face of the new king, but the holy fire remained still.

Could it be him too?

A picture was suddenly drawn in the sacred fire, and it was torn apart by the dancing flames in a blink of an eye.

Tears of excitement glistened in Melisandre's eyes.

Even if it only appears for a moment, every stroke in the painting is clear and distinct, and cannot be forgotten.

Although the face of the figure in the holy fire was blurred, the seven small crystal towers like toys around his legs were a clear omen—the Great Sept of Baelor.

Melisandre stood up from the flame.

Today is July [-]th.The date of the so-called promise of the counterfeit Seven, the day of the coronation of King Joffrey I.

The High Septon of the False God will crown the King in the Great Sept of Baelor.

She walked out of the room and down the stairs to join the throng that thronged the streets toward the Sept of Baelor.

The crowd moved slowly along the wide muddy road, the midsummer sun was high above their heads, and the air was full of sweat, human, bread and perfume.

Rich and poor were talking about the coronation of the king, and Melisandre listened.

"If you ask me, Your Majesty is a very good man. His Majesty Robert must be very pleased that it took so many days to hold the coronation ceremony."

"I think His Majesty looks like the reincarnation of Saint Baelor. The coronation will be on July [-]th, how pious, and the seven gods bless you!"

"Whatever you say, I only care about the silver deer promised by the golden robe."

"Hmph! Your Majesty is rich in the Seven Kingdoms, so why would he send you a silver stag? Don't say that you are only rewarded with a silver stag for those who attended the ceremony, so what if each person has a golden dragon?"

"We have a total of 10 people, a golden dragon! Give it to me!?"

The crowd suddenly burst into laughter.

Melisandre's whole body was covered in a red robe. Occasionally, someone would look at her curiously, but they couldn't see anything, and then looked away boredly.

"I heard," said a mysterious voice, "Your Majesty Robert was killed by the spell of the dark wizard Bloodraven."

"The Duke of Blood Raven."

"I know him. A wicked wizard with a thousand and one eyes. My mother used to scare me with him when I was little."

"real or fake."

"He's not still alive, is he? Counting the time, he's over 100 years old."

"who knows."

"Actually, on the night the Great Sept bell rang, Lord Renly ran back to Storm's End with his soldiers. Think about it carefully, hehe..."

"Wow! How dare you say Lord Renly!"

"According to this, do you still doubt His Majesty? His Majesty has not accused Lord Renly."

"That's right, who would doubt their relatives first?! Even if Lord Renly returns home, so what? Could it be that he will launch a rebellion and fight for the succession to the Iron Throne?"

The figure hurried to another place, and the surrounding area was rarely quiet for a while, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Melisandre also watched the holy flame for this a few days ago, and there is indeed a powerful force hidden behind King Robert's death.Bloodraven, Brynden Rivers, do you belong to light or to darkness?
The mobile crowd is alive again.

"I heard that Blood Raven is the Green Prophet of the Children of the Forest."

"I saw it. Those little things His Majesty brought back from the Great Wall are definitely not human! They have maroon skin! Three fingers!!"

"No. Blood Raven is a human being, and the Green Prophet of the Children of the Forest is definitely not him."

"It's a mistake."

"He and the Children of the Forest must be enemies!"

"Yes."

Someone asked worriedly, "The children of the forest are all true, will the White Walkers and those strange prophecies be true too? Long night, doomsday or something."

"Bah bah, don't talk nonsense!"

"Impossible! It's all just nonsense from the frightened Asshai people!" The voice trembled uncontrollably.

"We also have legends. Grandpa told something similar."

"The long night thousands of years ago can't be all fake, so many legends and stories, the children of the forest and the last hero."

According to legend, in the winter that lasted for a whole generation, the king and the slaves could only shiver and freeze into zombies, leaving only endless darkness, monsters and ice in the world until the last hero saved the world.

"What's the name of the last hero?"

"The Yashai people said that he is Azor Ahai. His reincarnation will become a hero again, holding the 'Lightbringer' to stop the darkness and doomsday, and bring an endless summer."

No one denies it anymore.

A voice was full of fear, "This summer has lasted for almost ten years."

People are more silent.

We all know that every long summer is followed by a longer winter.

More than ten years, or even longer winters.

Gods, will there be a new spring?Am I still alive to see it?Can my children see it?
Melisandre under the red robe frowned.

Recently, there are more and more people in the city promoting the end of the long night. She can smell them, full of lies and deceit, and they are definitely not devout believers of true gods or false gods.Not all the people around me who spoke were sincere.

Who made them do this, and for what purpose?
The crowd stopped completely.

Melisandre raised her head, and in front of her was the central square full of figures.

(End of this chapter)