Witteric of the West
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Witteric of the West
ES ZEUS
276 A.C.
The three girls had wandered into this part of the camp that had been made outside of Lannisport for the Tournament. The sun was setting, and it was said that a witch was here, who could see the future and make a man fall madly in love... Thus, young Cersei Lannister entered the tent.
"I saw a Lion Cub coming this way... Leave now Little Lady, for you do not want to know the answer to your questions."
Those words riled up Cersei, her green eyes glaring at the old woman as Jeyne Farman fled. No one dared to tell her what she ought to do -at least no one that was not her Father or her Uncle Kevan-. Thus she went inside, stood right in front of the table in a manner as intimidating as a ten year old could. Then she spoke.
"I will have my answers, or I will see to it that my Father ends this hut you call a business" Her tone was cold and demanding, too cold for a ten year old girl. The witch pulled out two small vials of glass, and set them on the table before pulling out a knife.
"Very well" Her voice was neutral, the accent made it clear that she was from far away, but it could not be pegged down to either of the Free Cities. "A drop of your blood, and I shall tell you, but I insist that you may not want to know."
Cersei ignored that warning. making a small cut on one of her fingers and letting a drop of her blood fall on the vial. The witch drank it, then closed her eyes.
"When will I marry the Prince?" She demanded, Melara watched as it unfolded.
"Ah, the prince... A Prince you shall marry, tall and handsome. And he will make his realm tremble." Maggy's words were followed eagerly by the girl, the latter half made no sense, but obviously she would marry Prince Rhaegar...
"Will we have children?" She could see them in her mind, some carrying the silver hair of the Targaryens, others with the golden hair of the Lannisters. She could see them running and playing and growing and ruling.
"Yes, And like their father, their realm shall tremble at their name, and by the sword they shall live, and by the sword they shall meet their end."
"Will I be queen?" She finally asked, Melara watching intently as the witch took a few moments to reply.
"No... Purple and Gold shall be your coat, and many jewels upon it, but a crown you shall never wear. And you will be spared the suffering of your children, but your own suffering you cannot escape, for the Valonqar will come, in the shape of an Eagle, and with its talons around your throat, it will choke the life from you."
Melara was about to speak, but Cersei, who had taken the seat opposite to the witch stood up, anger in her face, but she said nothing, instead Melara felt her friend's hand tighten around her arm, and soon enough Cersei was dragging her away from the tent.
"We should not speak of this, I've heard that it can help in avoiding a prophecy come true" Melara said, Cersei stopped and eyed her oddly...
The three girls had wandered into this part of the camp that had been made outside of Lannisport for the Tournament. The sun was setting, and it was said that a witch was here, who could see the future and make a man fall madly in love... Thus, young Cersei Lannister entered the tent.
"I saw a Lion Cub coming this way... Leave now Little Lady, for you do not want to know the answer to your questions."
Those words riled up Cersei, her green eyes glaring at the old woman as Jeyne Farman fled. No one dared to tell her what she ought to do -at least no one that was not her Father or her Uncle Kevan-. Thus she went inside, stood right in front of the table in a manner as intimidating as a ten year old could. Then she spoke.
"I will have my answers, or I will see to it that my Father ends this hut you call a business" Her tone was cold and demanding, too cold for a ten year old girl. The witch pulled out two small vials of glass, and set them on the table before pulling out a knife.
"Very well" Her voice was neutral, the accent made it clear that she was from far away, but it could not be pegged down to either of the Free Cities. "A drop of your blood, and I shall tell you, but I insist that you may not want to know."
Cersei ignored that warning. making a small cut on one of her fingers and letting a drop of her blood fall on the vial. The witch drank it, then closed her eyes.
"When will I marry the Prince?" She demanded, Melara watched as it unfolded.
"Ah, the prince... A Prince you shall marry, tall and handsome. And he will make his realm tremble." Maggy's words were followed eagerly by the girl, the latter half made no sense, but obviously she would marry Prince Rhaegar...
"Will we have children?" She could see them in her mind, some carrying the silver hair of the Targaryens, others with the golden hair of the Lannisters. She could see them running and playing and growing and ruling.
"Yes, And like their father, their realm shall tremble at their name, and by the sword they shall live, and by the sword they shall meet their end."
"Will I be queen?" She finally asked, Melara watching intently as the witch took a few moments to reply.
"No... Purple and Gold shall be your coat, and many jewels upon it, but a crown you shall never wear. And you will be spared the suffering of your children, but your own suffering you cannot escape, for the Valonqar will come, in the shape of an Eagle, and with its talons around your throat, it will choke the life from you."
Melara was about to speak, but Cersei, who had taken the seat opposite to the witch stood up, anger in her face, but she said nothing, instead Melara felt her friend's hand tighten around her arm, and soon enough Cersei was dragging her away from the tent.
"We should not speak of this, I've heard that it can help in avoiding a prophecy come true" Melara said, Cersei stopped and eyed her oddly...