Allies in unlikely places: yin and yang, Rhllors servant, the name that echoes through time: Arthur Valhalla

AN; it's chapters like this one that needs you to read through an entire arc as new chapters come out. This is going to come back into what was discussed in Valyria. Hope you enjoy. Not a long chapter. More of a intro. :))

Bravos

HOUSE OF BLACK AND WHITE

For over 200 years, this city, bravos has been a symbol. Of freedom. Of refusing to conform. All those who lived then to form the first part of this great city always told their descendents of the young boy who made such a thing possible.

The boy everyone expected to hate bravos on principle. Was the one who set it in motion. Even if he never got to see it.

A young man from the first lords of Valyria. Arthur Valhalla, the defiant dragon. Breaker of chains. Father of the titan.

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Amidst the black walls filled with faces to be used at their gods discretion, a group of the most high rank individuals watched their statue of the god of many faces glow in an eerie white light.

There it shows them images of a boy.

One white of hair and grey of eye.

Being punished for freeing slaves.

Beaten.

Burned.

Marked.

The bravos B for betrayal. For he'd betrayed everyone he knew for a few hundred people.

Hating the way they lived like cattle. Treated like cattle. Marked like cattle.

He always helped one's who were beaten too badly. Offering to them what little he could before being punished himself.

They watched this boy work for moons writing script into the bull of a large ship amid a cave on the sea.

Around him other glowing runes decorated the wall. Strength, will, hidden.

Over and over he wrote. Strength, will, hidden.

All until he finished. And with a drop of his blood he ship lit up like a star in the cave. Boarding people cried in joy as they rushed to find a seat. Ready to get to a new life that isn't preparing to face one of the 14 flames.

Everything was perfect. Going exactly how the boy had planned.

Steering the ship around the narrow passes betwee huge cliff faces amidst the setting sun.

The people cheered the boy. For all knew how much he was punished for helping them. How much he would receive for helping them now.

But their joy and admiration of him couldn't be contained. However, all saw the worried look in his eye. For it seemed the boy was expecting more trouble.

Such trouble arrived minutes later.

A baleful screech lit up the sky. Purple flame coming out of the mouth of a beast that looked like had the night sky in its wings.

The people panicked. Screamed. For they knew it was over.

But the boy jumped off the boat into a nearby cliff.

He knew the runes would work. For he had not hidden himself from the dragonlords eye. He couldn't. Blood called to blood.

The people disparied. Their hero was staying back to face their judgement.

Many wished to go back. But others told them to stay the course. For if they faltered now, the sacrifices would mean nothing.

All servants of the many faced god was theee by the time the vision ended. It showed them the father of the titan has awakened. And in need of help.

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VOLANTIS, RED TEMPLE, 130 AC

MELISANDRE

I've been a servant of the red god for a while now.

When he saved me he said I would council the one who was promised.

I was ready for such a task. For I had no other duty or want but to the servant of rhllor.

I had no such idea my time Would come so soon.

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After returning to the middle of the red temple. The heart. I stand before a great fire. One that never goes out. Here is where rhllor is strongest. Where his orders are the clearest.

Everyday I've come here awaiting my time. And 'await, for you're time draws near,' has been my only order for what feels like a lifetime. Even if only for a few years.

But today it was different. I knew it from the moment I stepped inside.

The usually warm orange red of the heart was today a pure, white hot flame.

Nobody but me was present. A good thing. As I feel they'd have been turned to ash had they been here.

I hesitate make my way as close as I can to the heart until I feel the liquid in my body begin to heat up.

(Rhllor, whatre my orders?)

Instantly I'm assaulted by a vision in the flames.

A white haired boy popping up out of a coffin amidst smoke. He mounts dragon and one can see they fly above the smoking sea.

next A white haired man standing with a sword of the same color his eyes are. Valyrian steel and red. Aside him is a dark skinned woman with silver hair. Both are in strange garbs of white, black, grey, and yellow.

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Beside them a white wolf with crimson eyes stands.

Above fly two dragons. Pink and black. Dancing about.

And overlooking them all is a massive weirwood. One that looks like a keep if you look closely enough.

All the sudden I'm ripped from the dream.

I hear the words of rhllor as much as I can feel them, (the one who was promise is reborn. Amidst salt and smoke.)

My breath catches. Azor ahai come again.

I immediately make my way out of the heart chamber towards my own.

For I have a long journey. Rife with variables.

But one thing remains certain.

I will meet the lord of ice and fire.

AN: quick little intro to put a bow on the things I spoke about in bravos. I do hope you enjoy this. I have a rather funny direction I want to take this. You'll just have to wait and see

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