It is widely known that gods can be fickle, even to their devoted advocates. So when these advocates fail in the name of their god, the punishment can be quite severe. Melisandre was kneeling before a ritualistic fire praying to The Lord of Light. She was begging for forgiveness of failing to be a reliable Oracle for Stannis during his battle. She was not doing a good job of defending herself in the matter.
Melisandre felt an unnatural shiver run up her spine despite the fire in-front of her. The Red Woman watched in fear as the goblet of blood grew in her hands. Soon it was to heavy and she dropped the goblet which spilled all over her dwindling body. " My Lord, how will I sing your praise in this diminutive form?" Her voice becoming higher in pitch as she spoke. Soon she reached five inches as the shrinking stopped as a feeling of queasiness due to the shrinking. As she looked around the dark Chamber she genuinely feared for her safety from what lurked in the darkness. Unfortunately for her an even more dangerous predictor than she could ever have imagined opened the door revealing
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