Blood Child. Wolf Child.
Dark Heart.
No one.
No one.
No one.
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“Who’s out there?” Called the young Stark at the sound of approaching footsteps, a nervous anxious feeling settling in the young boy’s bones as the figure appeared in the foggy forest.
Arya heard the voice, and her heart stopped in her chest. So familiar, yet deeper than she remembered. Maybe she was just hallucinating. She hadn’t eaten or slept very much in the last few days, weary and alert.
After leaving the Hound to die, she had trudged North, walking without a purpose. Her mother was dead; her father was dead; her brother was dead. Her younger brother’s - dead, and yet…
“Bran?” she croaked out, grey eyes piercing the fog, trying to see through it. She heard Summer first, growling menacingly, and Arya’s heart jumped into her throat. “Bran!” She repeated, running forward, passed the trees, desperate to find him.
“Yes, I know.” She rolled her eyes at the man before sighing. “I don’t need you anymore though. The next names, I will take myself.” She nodded, confident and eager.
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The girl is quiet for sometime, thinking about the question and the names. Joffrey, Cersei, Ilyn Payne, The Mountain, Meryn Trant, Rafford, Dunsen.
“There is nothing left after the names,” she finally mutters, face cold and dark. “Nothing and no one to return to. Arya Stark died a long time ago. When the prayer is finished, I’ll return to the House of Black and White and serve Him.
She saw the longaxe too, still wet with blood and brains. And Arya ran. Not for her brother now, not even for her mother, but for herself. She ran faster than she had ever run before, her head down and her feet churning up the river, she ran from him as Mycah must have run.
The winters are hard but the Starks will endure. We always have.
TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.
Please preface questions with “Truth”
“She’s with her dancing master. She’s with him every morning.”
A man can go kill himself.
Where is your father? Is he alive?
