A Vision and a Mission

Summary:

Lady Melisandre has a vision that a dead woman will lead Stannis to the Iron Throne. This woman is none other than Lady Stark, who has been resurrected and also has a mission of her own. We follow them as they fight to fulfil their mission in a journey throughout Westeros from the Wall to King's Landing in a tale of magic, revenge, fantasy and politics.

1. A vision

A woman. Covered in Light. The Lord of Light. She is being pulled by the Darkness. The Lord of Darkness.He must not win. Darkness shall not win. The Lord of Light will guide us.

A woman. The woman will guide us. She will guide us to the throne. She does not want the throne, but she is the key.

The woman is a fish. The fish is swimming. She wants to run and howl. She cannot run for she is dead. She cannot howl for she has no voice. Her pack is not there to hear her call.

The woman is covered in red. Red on her hands. Red on her face.

We need the woman. Stannis needs the woman. We want the woman.

The lord of Light will give us the woman.

"Is that it? Is that all the vision told you?" Stannis asked Melisandre.

"Yes, my Lord" she replied. "And that is enough. The Lord of Light knows what to tell us and what to keep from us. We are not to judge him but to heed his call."

"How is this woman going to lead me to the throne? And who is this woman?"

"The Lord of Light will tell us in due time."

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Meanwhile, at the Twins …

"What a mess!" said Porcey Frey. "What do we do with all these bodies?"

"Heh heh, throw them in a pit, that's what they deserve, the lot of them. That's what they get for insulting the Freys of the Crossing. The Tullys never respected us. There's our respect for you. Heh heh. What do you say old Hoster Tully? Your son is my prisoner, your youngest daughter mad, and your oldest dead by my hand" Lord Walder Frey gloated from his high seat in the Great Hall.

The wedding had been a farce. Where a celebration should have happened, a massacre had taken place instead. Now Edmure Tully languished in a dungeon together with the few surviving Tully and Stark men. Robb Stark, King in the North, had been butchered by one of his trusted bannermen, and together with his mother now lay lifeless on the floor.

"King in the North, heh heh" snorted Lord Frey. "Where's your wolf now, Ser King? Heh heh. Are you a man or are you a wolf? Cut his head off and put it on a spike. Sew the wolf's head to his body. Show it to the men in the dungeons. Make sure Edmure sees it, as well. That will teach them. Heh heh. King in the North."

"What about the woman?" asked his son. "A shame to have killed her. My wife is dead, I could have used another wife."

"You want a wife, you get it yourself, you useless piece of dung. What do I need so many sons and daughters for? You're all just waiting for me to meet my Gods, but no! I'm still here. You're not getting my property until I go. None of you are. Hear that Lord Hoster. I AM STILL HERE. Where are you? Heh heh" he laughed. "She's a Tully, give her a Tully funeral."

"Should I prepare a boat, my lord?"

"No, don't waste our boats on this traitorous bitch. Just dump her in the river. Swim like a fish you are if you can now, my dear Catelyn!" Lord Frey shouted to the body on the floor.

The Freys took great delight in removing Robb's head and replacing it with the wolf's head. They bragged and sang while they were at work. Gruesome as the task was, they took great pride in defiling the self-proclaimed King in the North. His head was mounted on a spike for everyone to see. His body with the wolf's head was taken to the dungeons for all his former men to see.

Then they set themselves to the task of getting rid of Catelyn Stark's body. As they took off her clothes they felt no shame in roaming their hands on her now dead body.

"Too bad she's dead, I could have used her", said one of the men while the others agreed and guffawed as they tore her dress to pieces.

Her body was tossed off the bridge to the cheers and laughs of the Frey men.

"Swim, swim away you lying trout. Heh heh. Oh, you can't swim, now?" Lord Frey mocked as the body sank under the water. "Go meet your gods. Go meet your father at the bottom of the river. Heh heh".

TBC