This is a short story I wrote of Melisandre from Game of Thrones…
London was at the brink of doom. Brexit was on the horizon and the threat of nuclear war was likely. Donald Trump called the shots in the world and there was no true loyalty to anyone. There was no true leader amongst the living and no true loyalty to any politician.
George White was an everyday young man trying to find a belonging in the world. Life had so far been tough and testing but he persued his dreams within the army.
One night George was on duty in the tower of London. It was a dark and lonely place at night within the old confines of the ancient prison and the walls echoed many dark memories and shadows.
This particular night George walked the grounds keeping the dark alleys of the ancient tower safe. As he passed one of the gates which led onto the street a silhouette caught his eye on the draw bridge outside onto the path. There was a silhouette of a person staring at him through the bars. As it came close the moonlight lit the face of a woman. She pressed against the gate and put her arm through and summoned him. George stopped and walked close.
‘Excuse me are you ok? You cannot be here sorry about that’ Said George.
The moonlight lit her face as she grinned mischieviously.
‘Are you George? George White’ she asked.
George stopped and gazed at her. He didnt recognize her.
‘I am Private George White. How may I help you?’ He asked.
George noticed she wore a strange necklace and a hooded red cloak.
The woman smirked and breathed in heavily.
‘The cultures and lands shall change but the true royalty shall continue. Through the veins is royalty’ she said.
George stepped closer.
‘Excuse me miss but this is private property. Can I please ask you to leave? It is dangerous for you to be out on such a night alone’ He said.
‘The night is full of terror and fear – but the fire shall burn them all away’ she said.
George gazed at her unsure who this woman was before him and why she was here.
‘What is your name?’ He asked.
‘Melisandre. You are George White who fought in the second gulf war as a brave and loyal soldier to your fellow comrades. Admirable. A trait a true leader and king possesses’ she said excitedly.
George seemed intrigued by this woman.
‘Who are you? Why are you out so late? I am no king but thank you’ He said.
‘I am Melisandre. I come from a land long before England and the modern times existed. A land of the true king and queen. A time of the true God, the lord of the light’ she said.
‘England has existed here for many years. England shall always survive’ said George.
‘I am over a 100 centuries old. I thought my time done enlightening the mind of kings was finished – but it has only just begun’ she said.
George began to think she was a little insane but he remained intrigued.
‘I have never heard of the lord of the light. I am sorry but I must keep working. Careless whispers and all that in these times’ said George.
George was looking for a polite excuse to walk away.
‘There is a destiny belonging to you. A great destiny given to you by the lord of the light. By your bloodline’ she said.
He grinned ‘I have no great destiny, I am merely a simple soldier. My father was called George as was his father was called George and so forth’ he said.
‘Fathers shall be ongoing, names and faces shall change over time but the bloodline continues. I can proove it to you’ she said.
The middle of her necklace began to glow red. George looked in surprise.
‘Tomorrow you will discover your sister is pregnant. It will be a surprise to everyone’ she said smiling.
‘How do you know I have a sister? He asked.
‘The lord of the light knows everything. The lord is the creator of destiny’ she said.
She reached out her hand through the gate hoping George would take it.
A voice of another soldier was heard approaching near by.
‘I shall return. To breath life into your destiny and finally die myself’ he heard Melisandre say.
George turned to look at the soldiers direction and then looked back at where this strange woman was. But she had vanished.
Upon returning off shift George fell asleep. He had the most perculiar dream. A dream of dragons and wolves and an epic battle to the death and of the great ice. Ice engulfed the whole landscape and there was silence and calm from all. But from within his dream Melisandre rose from the ice and began to walk towards him across the ice. He awoke in fright sweating.
He pondered some of her words and his strange encounter with Melisandre. It wasnt until the afternoon that it got stranger. Because upon visiting his mother he was greeted by his younger sister excitedly confirming she was pregnant. George remembered the prophecy given to him by Melisandre. He remembered also how she said she would return. George was becoming allured by Melisandre wondering when he would encounter her again. But it would not be long before she re-appeared.
The night fell and it was late. George walked across London on his way back to the barracks. He headed over Tower bridge. It was late and there was no one on the bridge. But stood looking down the river Thames was Melisandre.He approached her.
‘Ok I dont know who you are, but I am listening’ said George.
Melisandre turned and gazed at him.
‘You have royal blood I can smell it in your veins. I can feel the Stark aura surrounding you’ she said
‘I have no relation to kings or royalty. I am from London and I am just a Londoner like everyone else’ said George.
‘You have no relation to modern fake kings and queens who possess no real power or strength. But you are the only surviving heir to the throne of the ancient kings and queens of Westeros’ said Melisandre.
George grinned and looked shocked and bemused and didnt known what was happening.
‘Westeros – I dont know of this place and neither does anyone else. I think maybe you are wasting my time or have the wrong person’ said George.
‘Westeros and the shadowlands are an ancient civilization decimated by ice. It no longer exists. But its royal bloodline continues. The true royal family continues. But only through you’ she said.
‘It is crazy that you think it is me’ said George.
Melisandre scanned the landscape.
‘Amazing how people exist in this strange place as if it is normal. Where they are slaves all their lives to people with money and wander about not caring about the darkness that covers this world’ she said.
George listened carefully and didnt want to seem rude.
‘Where you stand now was the ancient city of Kings Landing. The centre of the seven kingdoms. Of which you are the rightful heir to the throne of the seven kingdoms’ she said.
‘Look I accept there is something unusual about you and something intriguing. But I think you have got this all wrong. I am no king, I have no destiny and now I must go’ said George. He began to walk away.
‘You can walk away from me but not your destiny and you will never escape the wishes of the lord of the light’ said Melisandre.
‘I dont know of or believe in the lord of the light. I respect your beliefs but do not impose them upon me thank you’ said George.
‘It always interests me when people say that. Not to enforce beliefs….people shut off from beliefs…but never see it as education and wisdom. Perhaps what I teach you is wisdom you have not been taught anywhere else…and truth’ she said.
‘People wish to live the life they choose and live and love how they desire not how they are told’ said George.
‘Your ancestors possessed such wonders. Your ancient roots in your family tree there was a woman who possessed such wonderful dragons and your ancestors possessed wisdom beyond what modern mans mind can even begin to understand. This is the world you could of inherited’ she said.
‘Dragons? They have never existed’ he said.
‘Let me show you truth- Modern man has moved to far away from the elements’ she said.
She licked the palm of her hand and blew upon it. Her palm burst into flames like raging fire. George stepped back shocked.
George looked shocked and bemused.
‘Are you ok? Are you hurt?’ He asked.
She grinned ‘look into the flames and tell me what do you hear and see?’ She said.
George looked at the flames. He looked carefully in amusement as to what she was asking him to do. He concentrated….
‘I see a young blonde woman, flying above her are dragons….I see a great war….a wall…..skeletons……’ he said.
The flames flicked red and then back to normal.
‘What now?’ She asked.
‘I see a war, in England, a civil war, everyday men against men…I see…Rivers of blood’ said George shocked.
Melisandre smiled and closed her fist and the fire went out.
‘War is coming to this world again. Men shall no longer believe in the lies and corruption offered to them and seek a better world for themselves and their families. You shall become a hero of this uprising’ she said.
‘How did you do that? What was that you shown me? What are you?’ He asked.
‘That was the prophecy and message from the lord of the light and your destiny. I am a priestess from the ancient shadowlands of Asshai’ she said.
He had no real idea what she was on about but tried to take it all in.
‘But I do not have the power or control to lead so many men. There are people far more powerful than me. So many men so more dangerous and capable in power around the world’ said George.
‘The trouble with men is they think they hold all the power – but no man is a witch’ said Melisandre.
She wavered a hand back and two out of a fist over the river Thames and the waves gently moved under her control.
‘When a man has to state he is powerful or proove he is powerful – he often isnt’ she said.
‘These people, my people, they dont need war and dont want war, I have been in active combat myself and dont wish to experience it again. Guns are not pleasant weapons to be confronted with. Can we not change this path to a peaceful solution? He said.
‘A sword is operated by a man with skill, any fool can use a gun. War is what will come this world because man smells money over humanity. When man smells money, he will allow the blood of others to fill the streets just to obtain the addiction to the smell and feel of money’ she said.
George nodded and agreed with her but feared her alot.
‘I am a peaceful man if I can live in peace then surely that is the best way. What is this reason and need for war? What about the Americans? What is their part in such a war?’ said George.
‘America is a place and a people who shall be destroyed by an uncurable plague. Worlds and civilizations rise and fall and never last the test of time. The lord of the light shall dictate the tale of mankind’ said Melisandre.
‘I dont believe or want a future like the one you show me. It is not of interest to me. I wish to live happy and have family and not sure what you state will ever happen. I shall leave it here with you and say goodbye’ said George.
‘We will meet again’ she said.
George didnt smile and began walking.
‘No we will not thank you’ he responded and left the Bridge to head back to where he was staying.
He didnt see or hear of the strange woman again for a few days until one night he walked home alone down a London alleyway when he was approached by three men. They blocked his path and demanded his phone and his wallet. A fight broke out between the three men and George.
One of the men grabbed George from behind and another pulled out a knife and headed towards George. But suddenly they all noticed a strange shadow moving fast around them. A shadow stepped forward and pulled out a knife stabbing the man with the knife through the heart. He dropped his knife and fell to the floor dead. The other two men dissapeared quickly. The shadow vanished and George stood there alone not knowing what had just happened.
George returned home a bit shocked. Whatever had just happened had left him shocked. Then he got a knock at the door…
He peeped through the spyhole and seen Melisandre at the door. He opened the door…
George let her in and closed the door.
‘I told you we would meet again’ she said.
She headed to the window and the moonlight shone upon her.
‘What just happened tonight? What did you do?’ He asked.
‘I sent the shadows to save you. It was either they die or you die and the lord of the light chose them’ she said.
‘Ok I believe what you say but its hard to believe. But I accept it now’ said George.
She turned to face him.
‘You are king George. King of the seven kingdoms. Rightful heir and true descendant of the true king and queen. Your destiny is coming, you shall be king of the new world and the new kingdoms yet to come’ she said excitedly.
George was warming to the idea of his destiny.
‘In the eyes of many and myself I do not wish to be seen as king. But as a respected soul who people follow’ he said.
George walked about the room listening to the tales of ancient Westeros and the ancient kings and queens. The wall…and the white walkers.
Melisandre believed in this prophecy so much and in Georges destiny.
‘You are the rightful heir, the descendent of the ancient rulers of Westeros, the leader and the peace bringer’ she said.
She fell to her knees….
‘I have made many mistakes but you as the peace bringer is not one. Furfill your destiny for the people I beg you oh divine one’ she said.
He helped her back up and looked out the window.
He looked across the land and said…
‘When the time comes…I shall furfill my destiny….’