There are cowering whispers of a war that is soon to be waged on the realm, destroying castles, starving people, decimating armies. A war for the Iron Throne, and a war against it. A war to hide secrets and a war to betray them. For death is power...
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Remi stood in the midst of a grassy plain, or was it barren? He couldn't see, the sun shone all around him, and the abundance of the white light was blinding. What he did see was a massive staircase in front of him, built from stones that seemed as old as the age of the First Men. It rose higher and higher until it merged with the pure white in the sky.
Remi squinted at the top and found himself climbing the stairs, his heart racing. He could feel it in his bones - the raw power emanating from every particle on every step. It vibrated with ancient energy, a vast knowledge that could not be surpassed. And there was one other. Remi shivered slightly as he felt it's presence.
Secrets.
The stairs seemed to stretch on for eternity but strangely, he did not feel fatigue. He just kept putting one foot in front of the other, his eyes fixed at the top, an undying urge within him.
This is where he is supposed to go.
This is what he is supposed to do.
This is who he is supposed to be.
Remi blinked suddenly. He had reached the very top in mere minutes. He shook his head, shaking off the surprise as well. Time is nothing in the land of dreams, he thought.
A temple stood in front of him, bathed in sunlight. It had a large circular dome of faded yellow stones on its top as if a golden crown.
Four large pillars supported the structure on its four sides and an iron gate was forged on the opposite side of the square platform. An eternal fire burned inside it, it's flames licking the universe above. It burned with several hues, reds and greens, a shocking white, blues and violets and a gentle black.
In the centre of the sand coloured floor, a large gong hung from the high concave ceiling, like a holy chandelier that added to the purity of the temple. Remi found himself beside one of the pillars all of a sudden. He observed the two figures in the very centre of the temple, just below the gong.
There was a man with a charming face, his blonde locks falling on his back. He had one long sword sheathed at his waist as he stared into the eyes of the woman in front him.
She was a beautiful woman, with high cheekbones and narrow eyes, eyes that were as deep as a mountain valley, with blood red hair and rose tinted lips. Her scarlet robe slid through her slender hands with belled sleeves and extended into a skirt at her toes.
