"There is one thing higher than Royalty: and that is religion, which causes us to leave the world, and seek God."- Elizabeth I

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Chapter 2 Welcome to the Blades

Philomela Arryn

'Why oh why does this keep happening to us?' Philomela Arryn thought angrily in her head. She is fuming in anger and huffing every now and then. She is taken again and this time it is the Blades themselves! Chaezorqo is grunting and fighting against his bounds of chains.

He is pretty upset that he had let his guard down.

She blames slowly on that pretty bastard! Philomela glared hateful which he gladly returns it to her. This Young Griff brought her here. All because the sword on the stone, plunge into the ground and she had pulled out had chosen her and not him. It's not her fault that the sword finds her more worthy then him!

You are wondering again why she easily get takes again. Well it happens like this.

Days ago…

Philomela is riding up to her horse wearing her silks to cover her whole body and hair. She convinced Chaezorqo to disguise himself. For she read that Dothraki traveled in groups, not alone.

They came across a ruined place.

Based on the location it is in ruins, big pillars are broken in half, few are still standing, some are limping sideways and some big stones lay on the dirt and grass are growing still.

{Khaleesi, it is curse!} Chaezorqo shouted.

{Why? What is this place got you scared about?} Philomela is speaking fluently and better thanks to Chaezorqo teaching.

{Black creatures destroy this place. Years ago, Dothraki would avoid this place because of the dead were eaten and killed by Heartless.}

{Heartless?} Philomela questioned. Chaezorqo nodded 'yes' firmly and frowned.

{Yes, that is what we Dothraki called them. They are terms of demons that we intend to avoid.}

Philomela tied up her horse and walked slowly. Chaezorqo groaned knowingly that she was a person who would believe action over words. Her friend got off of his horse and followed her closely behind just in case. The place looks like a main halls similar to the seven temples, but if she closes her eyes, she could imagine how glorious it must have been. There are nine statures, yet she sees their gentle eyes and face like they knew that she was coming here. She wonders since the Sevens ignored her prayers she tried to pray to the Old Gods, but the mad fish would taunted her and hit her.

Perhaps, they can hear her prayers instead.

Philomela Arryn kneeled down and knotted her fingers together in prayer.

'Oh dear divines, this is Philomela Arryn, daughter of Elbert Arryn and Edwyna Stark. I have read your books and your deeds for the people. I asked of you, was it you who helped me escaped in slavery by saying the power of YOL? Did you let your powers to flow through me when I felt the strength to fight? Tell me what to do? I will do it.'

She heard a voice that shocked her to the bone.

'Go seek the first Divine and ninth for the answers you seek.'

Philomela looked sideways quickly. She could have sworn that someone was here.

Philomela went behind the stone and she finds a cloak with sleeves. It Obsidian Mage Robe that is electric blue color and carrying the symbol of Nine Divines the diamond shape dragon silvery on the chest. She has never seen something so beautiful before.

Then she went to the ninth Stature a first mortal name Talos became part of the Nine Divines. On the bottom of the panel felt a clean air blowing?

{ Chaezorqo!} He walked up to her when she called him.

{Help me push this forward.} Together they struggle and grunting with all their might until finally, it slides opened.

Philomela excitedly saw it. A sword in plugged to the ground in the stone floor as if a knight had kneeled before Talos for guidance. Blades Sword (Skyrim) is waiting for its true holder to wield its power. Also, known as the Dragonbane!

'Pull it my child! Let the world know that you are here.'

"Recognized one of your knights." Philomela gasped hold on the handle and tugged up the sword with a loud cried as a wolf howling to the moon.

A bright light shot up into the skies and all the Nine Divines statues eyes glowed. The lines had glow as well like a water carving into the path in their languages.

Many other Blades temples had lighten up.

One from Reach where Olenna Tyrell is reading her books a light from an old temple up in the hills of Highgarden. Is flicker like a fire or light house? Olenna knew that someone out there has been chosen.

One from summer islands where the birds such as lyres birds is singings songs and the tree where the shrine is lighting up the tree as it made connection to nature.

One from the Riverlands had received a heavy drizzled rain and thunders had struck down at everything in its path. The rain stopped and the sun set as the rainbow shine over them.

One from Stormlands, Renly Baratheon is being lazy as usual as he is enjoying drinking and watching the day until….

"My LORD! My lord, come outside. Something is happening!"

He did and surprised that his mother's old small temple of the Divines is glowing brightly. Cassana Baratheon was a devoted to the Nine Divines and kept her practice to herself. He is frightened at the unknown and felt something that needs Roberts's attention.

One from Dorne the people are looking up at the blue glowing shining on the mountain top. Many are frighten yet cannot deny the beauty they are seeing. Prince Doran Martells is looking at it and wonders could there be a loud awakens they must be aware? He is not sure, but whatever it is. He must be preparing.

Five Temples are glowing in the North is shaking with earthquake is tearing the lands bit by bit until cleanest waters such as hot springs are busting up. Mountains are breaking apart as it had stop. It has gotten quiet. Lord Umber shouted at his men, "Send word to Lord Stark!" Why you ask? There is diamonds, lapis and all the silver they have ever seen. Lord Umber shouted happily up to skies that this is a blessing from the Gods. At Winterfell, Catelyn's small temple is destroyed completely and they are buried in a big sink hole. Guess this was truly punishment from them.

At the Kingslanding, they have in history the Biggest Tremors that the kingdom has ever had. Buildings are destroys, but the most destroyed one is, The Great Sept of Baelor of the Seven Gods. It has been split in half and statues are destroying except the Strangers for the Nine Divines had always respected him more than other Gods. The cleanest water had bursts out and wipe away it's filth from flea bottom are being clean and people rejoice that it was blessing in disguised.

The Free cities are shifting and moving around the buildings at collapse that aimed at corrupted rulers and their riches are washed away and giving it back to the people.

The westlands had over flooded by the sea, but Casterly Rock is still standing strong, but the Lannisport is flooded. After the flood it will take time to get the place fixed up and clean the Lions that were kept in cages had escape and traveled in groups to find a new home somewhere in Castamere.

Finally in Valyria the Biggest Temple had glowed like star guiding ships to safer passages. The dragon that was laid enteral sleep is awakening and let out a greatest Roar ever. The Dragons' are alive.

The Wall beyond the North, the old ruined temples are giving life. The wildings are surprised and saw fresh tree is bearing fruits and water streams are not iced. Mance, the new King beyond the wall wonders was this sign is telling them to not give up hope.

Magic is slowing returning to the world.

Back to Philomela hold onto the robe and sword and fallen on her butt, but her good friend help her off her fallen self. She was breathing heavily.

"WHAT IN THE NINE DIVINES HAPPENED!?"

They both turned and saw a young man, probably closed to her age or older. His hair is blueish black and purple eyes. "Handsome, but arrogant", Philomela thought to herself.

He narrowed his eyes at them. And snarl angrily.

"THEIVES!"

He raised his sword at them and about to strike at them.

"HALT, Young Griff. Seize your sword!"

Another person, came and wearing an armor that is brilliant in her opinion.

"But, General Tullius…!"

He raised his hand in silence command. This older man looked like an old Veteran. Chaezorqo positioned himself to shield her.

He raised his eyebrows at her and Chaezorqo.

"I believe that two of you should come with us."

Annnnnd there you go. Here she is tied up on her own horse and Chaezorqo is cussing and angrily shouting many threats at them if anything happens to me. Isn't he the greatest friend that she ever had? She smiled at herself.

"Can you tell your savage friend to shut up and we do understand him a little?" This man called Young Griff orders her.

Really who does he thinks he is?

"Sorry, but I don't follow your command. If you say please." She scoffs at him. Young Griff face is getting red and was about to tell her.

"Enough, we're here."

As they were leading them, she watches men and…women fighting?

They looked like training or better yet this is like some sort of army. Few people spotted them and paused when they are all staring at them.

"Why they are all staring at?" she asked, but received no answer.

They stopped and Tullius help her off the horse which she thanked him. While Young Griff struggled to get Chaezorqo off of his horse, it was pretty sad that a Dothraki is taller and stronger then him. He is a kid compare to him.

{Chaezorqo, get off the horse. It's sad enough that he can't get you what he asks.}

He laughs and swings his leg off the horse. Young Griff slipped and fallen on his stomach and face kiss the floor. Few chuckles and laughs are heard.

Young Griff scrambles to stand up and hatefully glared at Chaezorqo then at her saying in accusation, 'You enjoyed that.'

Philomela smirks and led by Tullius into some sort of meeting hall.

"General Tullius."

"Jon Connington."

Jon Connington is alive and became one of the few trainers. She is surprised that he is still alive. She heard that he chose exile and drink himself to death.

Who would have thought?

"What have you called this meeting?' A female voiced called.

"This is Lady Philomela Arryn. The daughter of Elbert Arryn and Edwyna Stark. She had enter the temple and found the objects. The Obsidian Mage Robe and…." General Tullius he waved to her come closed and showed them a sword.

"The Dragonbane."

The all awed by it.

"So it's true..."

"Unbelievable…"

"This girl is chosen…"

"What can we do?"

Jon Connington scoffs. "And you expect me to believe that this little girl pulled up the sword?"

"Better than a man who chose exile then going out to get it." Philomela retorts him. Jon look like he was about to argue her.

"Enough, this girl found them and all of us who has been searching often send our trainees to seek them out."

The kind High priest step forward and looked deeply into her eyes.

"It is my belief that we should honor the request of Nine Divines. For you see, I saw the image of a falcon flew away from its nest. Kill one of the slavers that we could not touch him. Free her Dothraki friend from slavery. You have the Phoenix in you."

The kind priest escorted her inside along with Chaezorqo, but not before he asked her this question.

"Tell me, my dear how would you like to join the Blades?"

"WHAT!?" they all shouted at once. Even Young Griff.

They all argued about and Philomela wonders and she looked at Chaezorqo and he nodded knowing what she will do.

"Alright, where do you we sign?"

"WHAT?"

The kind priest clapped his hands together and smiled, "Wonderful, Young Griff shall escort you both."

Young Griff grumpily and leading them to their room together.

Philomela looked back, Young Griff just glared, "You don't deserve those items." He slammed the door behind her.

"What did I just have myself into?"

Sorry, for the wait. I hope you enjoy. Give me your thoughts, reviews and comments are welcome.