Prophecy and Birth

Two pairs of feet march through the wet mud of a dark forest. Their steps are light and one pair is full of confidence, bordering on arrogance, while the other is cautious and timid. Breaking through the forest are two young girls of eleven. One wears a red dress made from expensive cloth and has long golden hair, the other wears a yellow dress and has long black hair. The two girls appear to be searching for something or rather the young blonde is searching and the young brunette is tagging along. The blonde stops and lifts her head to show a beautiful face with green eyes. This young girl is Cersei Lannister; only daughter of Lord Tywin Lannister; Hand of the King, Lord of Casterly Rock and Warden of the West. Today Cersei has come into this dark and damp forest in search of one thing or rather one woman. She has her childhood friend, Melara Hetherspoon accompany her.

"We shouldn't be out here alone." Says Melara, full of worry. Melara looks left and right before settling on Cersei who appears to be amused with her friend. Cersei can't help but think of Melara has a frightened bunny with her head moving at all sounds of the forest.

"Why not?" Asks Cersei as she walks through the mud while taking glances through the forest. Melara seems to sigh in exasperation at the question even though she knows her friend knows exactly why they shouldn't be out here. However, Melara is not stupid, nor does she have a death wish, so she carefully thinks of how to answer her friend without angering her. While beautiful and rich, Cersei does not have many friends. Melara is one of the few and she has stayed friends with Cersei by knowing what to say, how to say it and when to say it.

"If your father hears about-." Starts Melara before Cersei interrupts her and assures he will not hear about it.

"He'll never know we've gone nor will he care." Says Cersei. Melara can hear a bit of disappointment in her voice but doesn't say anything about it. Lord Tywin is usually gone for long periods of time, leaving Cersei and her brothers alone.

"But if he finds out?" Says Melara carefully before Cersei stops. Melara remains calm even as the blonde turns to her. Cersei smiles and Melara knows she hasn't angered her friend. Cersei takes Melara's hands into her own and looks at her.

"You don't need to be afraid of my father." Assures Cersei with a smile. Melara looks down and remembers the first time she met Lord Tywin. It was the scariest experience she has ever had and that was a simple greeting. Knowing that pushing it any further will only lead to an argument and anger, Melara wisely shuts her mouth and follows. The two girls walks hand in hand through the forest. After walking over a small river, the girls spot a hut in the woods with little wisps of smoke rising. Cersei smiles at the hut while Melara tenses up in fear.

"Are you sure?" Asks Melara with turning to her friend. Cersei smiles and grasps Melara's hand in hers.

"Yes." Says Cersei with confidence. Melara gulps and fearfully looks at the hut before looking to Cersei.

"We shouldn't go in." Says Melara but Cersei scoffs and smiles.

"Of course we should." Says Cersei as she drags Melara along. Cersei, full of confidence and arrogance, drags Melara up to the door of the hut. Melara feels a chill go up her spine but it is soon replaced with warmth. Cersei opens the hut and steps in, prompting Melara to follow her bold friend. Cersei takes a few glances around before her eyes land on a figure. Melara nearly chokes on her breath at how evil the woman looks. Cersei however, is not scared and steps closer to the woman while radiating an aura of confidence and arrogance. The figure in the corner is an old woman with black hair, yellow eyes and warts. Melara takes a step back and hides behind Cersei before her back hits a bird cage. The bird squawks loudly, eliciting a yelp from Melara and waking the old woman.

"Get out." Says the woman softly before she fully wakes and lurches forward in her seat, "Get out!" Melara steps forward and carefully grabs Cersei's arm and gently pulls as to not anger Cersei.

"Let's go." Pleads Melara as Cersei locks eyes with the witch.

"No." Says Cersei as she grasps Melara's hand in her own. Melara feels some of her fear wash away but still stands behind Cersei. The witch looks at the blonde girl and narrows her eyes.

"Listen to your friend." States the witch. Cersei scoffs at the statement and her beautiful green eyes scan the old woman's appearance.

"They all told me that Maggy the Frog was terrifying, with cats teeth and three eyes but you're not terrifying." Mocks Cersei as Maggy narrows her eyes, "You're boring." Maggy smirks a bit and the confidence of the young blonde.

"You don't know what I am." Says Maggy with a threatening tone. Cersei sticks her head up as to look down at the woman.

"I know you're a witch and that you can allegedly see the future." Says Cersei with a smile as the wind blows. Maggy looks outside to see the wind before looking to Cersei. Cersei narrows her eyes and Melara clings to her back.

"Tell me mine." Demands Cersei, making Maggy scoff and sit back in her chair.

"Everyone wants to know their future until they know their future." Says Maggy, while Cersei narrows her eyes and steps closer.

"This land belongs to my father and in turn belongs to me," says Cersei while Maggy smirks, "tell me my future or I'll have your two boring eyes gouged out of your head." Melara holds onto Cersei in an attempt to quell her friend's anger. Maggy chuckles silently before grabbing a blade from the table next to her. Melara gasps and instinctively steps in front of Cersei. Cersei widens her eyes at the sudden bravery shown by her timid friend.

"Your blood," says Maggy as she runs her finger across the blade and looks to Cersei, "give me a taste." Maggy extends the blade while Melara glares.

"So you can kill or poison her, I don't think so." Growls Melara before Cersei grabs her shoulder and smiles. Cersei steps forward and takes the blade.

"My friend here is a very fast runner, so should you kill me she will run to get help and you'll be dead before you can utter another word… that will be your future." Says Cersei, making Maggy smile. Cersei cuts her thumb and blood flows. Maggy grabs her hand and pulls her forward while Melara gasps. Cersei remains unfazed, even as Maggy licks her thumb. Maggy's eyes seem to haze over before she snaps them wide. Maggy seems to laugh in a mocking tone with a bit of fear.

"What?" Demands Cersei before Maggy sits back.

"Three questions, that is all." Says Maggy while Melara sees a bit of fear in Maggy's eyes.

"Will I marry the prince?" Asks Cersei as Melara steps close to her.

"You'll never marry the prince, you'll marry the king." Says Maggy with a smile. Cersei seems content with that and smiles.

"So I will be Queen?" Asks Cersei to confirm the answer.

"Oh yes, for a time, until another comes, one who is younger and more beautiful, to take your place and… hold your heart." Says Maggy as Cersei becomes worried of her future.

"W-Will the King and I have children?" Asks Cersei, having longed to bear the gift of life in her womb. Maggy seems to smile at this before the wind breaks through the hut. Maggy looks out the doors and chuckles with some fear.

"The King will have 21 and you will have four." Says Maggy as the wind picks up. Melara looks around as the hut creaks.

"That doesn't make sense." Says Cersei with narrowed eyes as Maggy looks around. The hut creaks some more and Maggy looks to Cersei.

"Three will be born with golden crowns and gold will be their shrouds, while the other will be a perfect union between the King and yourself, this child will love you and you will return that love with whatever the child's heart desires." Says Maggy, making Cersei listen.

"The child will be blessed by the Seven-Faced God; Divinity of the Father, Strength of the Mother, Beauty of the Maiden, Wisdom of the Crone, Skill of the Warrior, Endurance of the Smith, and Acceptance of the Stranger but, she will have a destiny that will lead her to many-" Says Maggy before the wind blows the hut open, making the girls hold on to each other. Maggy looks to the sky and widens her eyes. Cersei and Melara run from the hut and all the way back to Casterly Rock.

Years Later- The Red Keep

Cersei snaps her eyes open as she yells out in pain. Her mind drifts back to her talk with Maggy and she can't help but resent the old woman. She did not wed Prince Rhaegar Targaryen but instead wed King Robert Baratheon. 20 kids indeed as Robert has fathered many bastards, some when he was married to her. However, none of his children are part of the Royal family. Joffrey, Cersei's first born is Jaime's and her own child. Of course passing him off as Robert's child is needed. Now she is here giving birth to another child all the while thinking of Maggy's words.

"One more push, your Grace." Says the wet nurse as another nurse wipes Cersei's face. Cersei pants and ignores the woman as she focuses on delivering her child. Jaime sits by the bedside and watches in worry. Cersei grabs onto his hand and pushes. Cersei pants before the cries of an infant echo through the room. Unknown to the occupants other than Cersei, the child was born at first light of the day. The rays of light shine down on the bundle as Cersei grabs the child. Cersei widens her eyes when she sees midnight black hair and blue green eyes. The size of the child is bigger than Joffrey. Maggy's words whisper on the wind; a perfect union between the King and yourself, this child will love you and you will return that love with whatever the child's heart desires. The child will be blessed by the Seven-Faced God; Divinity of the Father, Strength of the Mother, Beauty of the Maiden, Wisdom of the Crone, Skill of the Warrior, Endurance of the Smith, and Acceptance of the Stranger but, she will have a destiny that will lead her to many-. Cersei curses the woman for her cryptic ways and not finishing her words. Cersei looks down at the baby in her hands and at first feels nothing but disgust. Disgust at having her womb violated by The Whoremonger King. However all that fades when the baby in her hands coos and reaches for her. Cersei feels the instinct that all mothers feel for their child and lifts her close.

"My baby." Coos Cersei as the baby babbles. Jaime watches with a smile and stands. Cersei looks to him and holds the baby close.

"I have to keep her Jaime, I have to protect her from whatever that old bitch prophesized." Growls Cersei as she holds her baby close. Jaime looks to her sister and sighs, having heard all about her talk with Maggy.

"Please, help me." Pleads Cersei, making Jaime look to her and spot tears in her eyes as well as fear, fear of losing her child.

"No harm will come to her, if you so wish I will train her myself." Vows Jaime as he takes his sister's hand into his own. The doors open and the High Septon arrives. Cersei looks to the old man who is nothing like the other priests who indulge themselves in many vices.

"It is great to see you alive and well my Queen, I hope the same is for the child." Says the High Septon as Cersei nods and hands the baby to the old man. The High Septon takes the baby and looks her over while a young man writes down everything the High Septon says. The High Septon looks at the baby and smiles as the baby tries to grab his beard.

"We've been waiting for you." Whispers the High Septon before the doors once again open and Robert Baratheon enters the room. Robert use to be muscle and built like a wall but now he has begun to put on weight. His face is red from drinking and his beard is wild and thick.

"Well where is my boy!" Shouts Robert making the baby begin to cry. Cersei glares at the fat man and reaches her arms for her baby. The High Septon hands her over and Cersei begins to rock the baby whose cries die down. Robert steps forward and Cersei hesitantly hands the baby to him. Robert looks at the bundle and blinks several times before spotting a small, black haired and blue green eyed baby.

"My you're a big one and those eyes, hah that's my boy!" Shouts Robert as Cersei rolls her eyes.

"Your grace, it is a girl." Says the High Septon, making Robert double take. He leans his face in and stares at the baby before the baby grabs his beard and pulls. Robert is startled and pulls back.

"Ouch, let go." Says Robert as the baby keeps pulling and giggles. The High Septon comes to the king's aid and hands the baby back to her mother.

"Hmph, I was hoping for a boy who is not as wimpy as Joffrey." Grumbles Robert, making Cersei narrow her eyes.

"How fatherly of you." Says Cersei in a sarcastic tone, making Robert narrow his eyes. The High Septon feels the tension and clears his throat before looking to Cersei.

"Ah, you have not named her yet." Reminds the High Septon, making Cersei smile and look down at the feeding baby.

"Joanna, after my mother." Says Cersei with a smile before it leaves her face.

"No, she will have a Baratheon name." Says Robert, making Cersei livid.

"What does it matter what I name her!?" Yells Cersei in anger, making Robert surprised, "I will be the one raising her while you eat, drink, fuck and hunt yourself to death!"

"Her name will be Cassana, after my mother!" Shouts Robert as Cersei growls.

"I will not name her after the person who bore you!" Shouts Cersei, making Robert angry. Robert steps forward only for the High Septon to stop him.

"Your grace, your wife has gone through the hardships of birth so I believe it is fair that the name you choose should be okay with both of you." Says the High Septon as Jaime narrows his eyes at Robert.

"Very well." Agrees Robert as he folds his arms. Minutes go by with each name being discarded as King and Queen can't agree.

"If I may be so bold," interrupts the High Septon, making the King and Queen look to him, "perhaps I could choose a name."

"I see no problem with that, as long as I don't have to talk to this fool any longer." Says Cersei, making Robert scoff.

"Then might I suggest the name Amelia of House's Lannister and Baratheon?" Asks the High Septon and waits for a response. Robert thinks over the name while Cersei looks down at the baby.

"Amelia." Says Cersei and the baby opens her eyes and looks to Cersei.

"I like the name." Agrees Cersei with a smile as she wiggles her nose against Amelia's. Robert debates the name for a while before looking to the baby.

"Whether or not you like it is irrelevant, her name will be Amelia." Says Cersei as she smiles a true smile at the baby. Robert sighs and rubs his head before nodding to the High Septon.

"Then you have both agreed to this name?" Asks the High Septon, making both parents nod their heads. The High Septon looks to his assistant who writes the baby's name down in a book.

"Now get out." Demands Cersei, making the High Septon bow his head and leave the room. Robert leaves as well, making Cersei sigh in relief. Cersei hums a soft tune and rocks Amelia to sleep.

"I know that tune." Says Jaime with a smile as he sits next to the bed. Cersei looks at him with a soft smile.

"You should, it's the tune mother hummed to us all the time." Says Cersei as she looks down at Amelia. Cersei hums the soft tune with a smile on her face as Amelia sleeps soundly. The sun shines on the child with a soft breeze following.

The Great Sept of Baelor

The High Septon steps into the sept and walks forward. As he does, the other septons and septas bow their heads to him. The High Septon returns the bow but continues to walk forward. He soon arrives in a room with a seven pointed star on the floor. Around the room are the statues of the Seven. He closes the doors to the room before falling to his knees in the center of the seven pointed star.

"Father give me strength." Prays the High Septon as he looks to the statue of the Father.

"It is as I feared, the darkness is coming." Says the High Septon as he looks to the statues of the Seven. He then looks down to a large book in his hands. He flips through the pages and stops at a page with ghastly creatures.

"They are coming." Says the High Septon.

"When the cold winds come from the far North, a child will be born to shine a light through the darkness," reads the High Septon before turning the page, "with the Light of the Seven, she will cut through the darkness and bring peace to a divided world." On the page is a depiction of a female warrior in knight armor facing down a dark figure. Behind her are other female warriors with the sun shining in the back.

"So it begins." says the High Septon as he stands and steps back. He then picks up a tile from the floor to show a secret compartment. From the compartment he pulls out a long sword. The handle is black with gold engraving. The guard is of the same color and appears to have two projectiles embedded in the guard itself. The blade is silver with and gleams in the little light.

"The sword of the Seven, with whom ever wields this blade will destroy all foul things that linger in the dark, even gods, so it was named God Killer." Reads the High Septon before sheathing the sword.

"May the Seven protect you, Amelia Baratheon." Prays the High Septon.

Ok guys, here is a new Game of Thrones story for you all! This story will revolve around Amelia Lannister Baratheon and her rise. I've been thinking of this story quiet a lot lately and have decided to start it. We all know that all of the other Game of Thrones Religions have made an appearance, one way or another. All except the Faith. This is a story about a Champion of the Faith. Jon Snow is sort of like a champion of both the Old Gods and R'hollar.

Now right off the bat, I'm not pairing Amelia with Robb or Jon. I have no idea who I will pair her with, it might be no one.

As I said when I wrote Last Dragon, I don't believe Cersei would hate or dislike her Baratheon child. Why? Simple, despite all of Cersei's… faults, the one positive thing you can say about her is that she loves her children. Even though Amelia was born from Robert, let's be honest; Robert is not going to be a father. Which means Cersei will be the one to raise and care for the child while Robert drinks, whores and eats. I just can't seem to accept the fact that OC Heirs choose the Starks over their own family. I get the Starks get the hell beaten out of them but- got to stop ranting.

Also Amelia's build has already been picked by me. Amelia will be very beautiful; Beauty of the Maiden. But she will be quite tall and have some muscle. I for one love Amazon women. Not the ones who have nothing but muscle but looks and power. She will have long black hair that she usually has flowing freely She will be well endowed and have an hour-glass figure. I haven't decided the exact height but I want her tall. Not Mountain Tall but taller than Brienne.

I know "God Killer, really?" But it is hard looking for good sword names! It took me 2 days to pick out that name! Took me several months to decide on the name Amelia.

Next Chapter- Amazon Princess