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MELISANDRE

The fires were active this night. R'hllor sent her vision after vision and though her eyes were fairly burning from staring into the flames, she could not look away. She saw a white wolf running hard for Castle Black, nearly there in fact. Jon Snow returning, she thought. A woman with green skin falling through the sky. A knight in pure white armor slaying a fool.

Ah. There.

A woman of great beauty, terrible to behold, with eyes of ice and hair of flames, and a man with the face of the Stranger. And then they were gone, and in their place a she-wolf, red of fur, and a large fierce hound, sitting in a high tower and gazing over the plains of the Gift. Has it changed?she wondered, as the vision flickered before her and she waited, waited to see if she would be able to tell Stannis what he wanted to hear...or if she would have to tell him the other thing, the thing she had not bothered trying to change, its importance seeming negligible in regards to their goals.

And then the fire leapt and sparked and there with the she-wolf and the hound was a single pup.

Well, we have come to the end :) Though there is a *small* chance that I will continue this in a second story/a part two, it's been merely a passing thought so far because I kinda like the way it has ended for now. Thank you thank you thank you all for reading and for your wonderful comments and reviews - they have seriously kept me going with this and were a HUGE part in how quickly I finished it!