Bringing the Dawn

XXIII.

Kinvara

The Red Temple of Volantis, 300AC

Visions were terrifying just as much as they were fascinating, solely down to the fact that they weren't wholly accurate and required a lot of interpretation. Few people were be able to pick them apart, it took years of training to get to a point where it was easy to tell. Kinvara had been practising for decades now, and she was sure she had learned her craft well. When she had been sold by her father when she was young to pay off her parents huge debt to the Red Temple, she was so young that she could not recall anything of her life before coming here as a follower, only how she had gotten here.

The Red Temple of Volantis was her home, had been for a very long time. She had studied for more than one hundred years before being deemed worthy enough to be trained in the art of the flames, and she had trained equally for the same length of time. Now, all she had to do was look into a flame for a split second to see what was happening. But lately, the visions had been muddled.

Their God was an enemy of the other True God. The only two Gods that mattered. One locked away in the northernmost parts of the Lands of Always Winter where their cell was beginning to slowly melt- it would only be a matter of time before they were let loose. Some of their minions were already roaming, and she could see bands of people combining into one massive force to prepare. But they would fail, that much was known. Much of the world has forgotten what those dreaded few years was like. Where the sun didn't even rise above the horizon and to the point that some people's blood literally froze within them it had gotten that cold. Much less of how it had ended. Azor Ahai driving a flaming sword still dripping in the blood of Nissa Nissa into the heart of the King of the Night- the chosen champion of the Great Other.

With this simple act, the Children were able to extract the dragonglass shard which was laced with spells and in doing so, entrap the soul of the monster within, burying it deep in a place only they had access to. Now, only a handful of Children remained in the world, and without the location known, there was no way to be able to set up more entrapments. Now, it's a waiting game. She walked over to one of the torches aligning the walls of her personal chambers within the Temple, staring deeply as the red and orange danced together merrily. Waiting on images to appear to find out what was happening in the world.

The first thing saw was a pride of lions running through a large field, meeting with another pride of lions in the open. One was larger than the rest, staring down at the cubs like it were judging them. Except, they weren't exactly cubs. Two were fully grown, a lioness and a lion, and the third was much smaller than the other two. The lioness roared back only for the larger one to let out a much louder roar and for her to step back in insult before running off into the wilderness. The sun was shining bright on their fur, fur so bright it looked like the worlds most polished gold. Then, the scene changed.

What was previously an open field was now a river, and she could see the smallest swimming around. The other three were nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, the animal was dragged under for a few minutes before escaping and running off, and she could see the trout almost glaring at it in response. Following after the beast and soon coming across a cage that appeared to be six feet square, just enough for someone to be locked inside. But it wasn't a person inside, it was a wolf. A wolf with its pup beside it, the other lions staring inside awaiting on the cage to be opened so they could pounce on their pray. The wolf was taking care to hide the pup with one of its legs, making sure its head was turned against its fur, clearly protecting the babe from what lay out there.

Now, there was a lion inside a cage and not the other way around, with a large wolf staring at it, not saying a single word. Simply staring into it with bright blue eyes, dark grey fur laced with a reddish brown almost blending in with the darkening night. Then another wolf walked up, with fur as bright as fresh snow with eyes the colour of the ripest strawberries in existence, standing a little taller than its litter mate. The lion backed off a little only for a loud roar to shake the ground which caused it to stop what it was doing as it looked around in confusion. Turning around to find the source of the noise, looking into the forest behind the cage and yelping in panic, the wolves still saying nothing at what was occurring.