Everything belongs to George

Many years ago, in the midst of Roberts Rebellion, Catelyn Tully waited patiently for the fighting to be over at Riverrun. After the war he new that she would have to travel far to reach her knew home of Winterfell, were she would wed Lord Eddard of House Stark. Catelyn was nervous about her betrothed and one day she went for a walk in the woods. Catelyn had heard of the Northmens religion and thought that she might try and find their gods.

As she was walking in the woods, the temperature suddenly dropped and ice crystals began to form. Everything became cold and frost creeped across the ground, up the trunks of trees, freezing all the leaves and sending animals away.

Her breath coming out in a puff, and she looked around. She lifted her skirts and ran through the forest towards Riverrun. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of her. It was a woman. The woman was all white. White hair that floated around her head, white skin, a white gown, everything except her eyes, they were a deep black. She floated above the ground, her dress was white and made of a sheer material that floated about s if it was in water. Catelyn was scared of this woman. It was obvious that she was the one causing the frost and cold. Catelyn had heard stories about the White Witch but this creature looked like a young girl, not the hag she was in stories.

"W-who are you?" Catelyn struggled to regain her voice, "H-how dare you threaten a Tully!" The witch tipped her head to the side and looked curiously at the red haired young woman.

"No threats have passed my lips" The witches voice spoke into Catelyn's mind, curling around every thought, prying open the darkest corners of her mind

"Stop that!" Catelyn cried, "Stop this assault you freak!" The lady stumbled back ward with her hands at her ears. The white woman tipped her head to the side.

"A freak am I?" Her voice became as sharp and cold as the icicles forming on the trees. "That was a very silly thing for you to say child. Insulting me is always a silly idea. I only wanted to meet you, to feel the blood rushing through your veins, to see if the North may welcome you. But know I am afraid I must curse you."

Catelyn gasped and stuttered, "W-what?!"

"There is hate in your eyes now but one day you will see what I have done is for the good of the people." The witch smiled before her eyes were consumed by darkness, nothing no whites, just, black. The witch opened her mouth and spoke these words:

"Once winter goes and comes again,

a child shall be born,

that is when

my mists shall return,

And a wolf this child shall turn."

The witches eyes turned normal again and she ssemmed to fade frome in front of Catelyn. The ice retreated and the mist cleared. The young lady took in her surroundings before running through the forest back to Riverrun. As she ran thoughts raced through her mind: what did the witch mean? Why had she come? And what was that about children?

Years later during the long summer….

Catelyn Stark was screaming. Her read hair plastered to her forehead with sweat as the contractions kept coming. She was in childbirth, her faithful husband by her side. This was her second babe. Her first was a beautiful boy and she already longed for a girl. She was glad to see the witches curse had not changed her son. She had told Ned about it but he had only frowned and told her that nothing could be done about the white witch. Catelyn had lived in fear until the day her son was born a boy, a human boy.

"One last push my lady!" the words came from the mouth of the maester who was standing by the side of the bed while the midwives did their duty. Catelyn screamed again and pushed as hard as possible. Next thing she knew she could hear crying. Her child had been born.

"It is a girl my lady," said one of the midwives. Catelyn lay back against the pillows and sighed. She watched as Ned left her arms to take the babe in his arms. The little girl was wrapped in white cloth and as soon as Ned took her she stopped her crying.

"She's beautiful," he smiled, walking over to Catelyns side. She reached out her arms and he placed the newborn into them carefully. The little girl coughed and opened her eyes to stare at her mother. Catelyn gasped when she saw they where the Tully blue.

"She has my eyes, the Tully eyes." Catelyn said to Ned.

"Yes, she does," Ned bent down to kiss his wife's hair, "What should we call her?" Ned looked at Catelyn but her gaze was still focused on the newborn in her arms.

"Sansa," she said, without breaking her gaze, "Sansa Stark, of Winterfell."

"That name is perfect." Replied Ned and he too was lost in his beautiful childs stare. Suddenly, the air temperature dropped and the candles all blew out. A cold wind blew threw the room and ice frosted over the windows. Baby Sansa started to cry and mist crawled under the door.

"It's the witches curse!" Cried Catelyn clutching the babe closer to her chest. Ned drew his sword, which seemed to frighten the midwives.

"Get Sansa out of here!" He told the squabbling ladies, Catelyn swung herself out of the bed and with the help of the maester and midwives, made her way to the door only to find the handle frozen by frost. The mist thickened into cold white smoke before rearing up in long tentacles. Catelyn screamed as the smoke seemed to smother the child in her arms. Ned rushed over to try and pull the babe from the smoke but the smoke was too cold. Catelyn screamed as she felt Sansa changing.

"Please, no!' She cried, "Witch don't do this I beg you have mercy!" As soon as she finished speaking the smoke retreated and the cold shrank back, the candles caught flame again. Catelyn looked down at the child and screamed for it was no longer a baby girl. It was a baby wolf.

Okey dokey first fanfic *deep breaths* ok please review and tell me what you think, next chapter will be like at the beginning of GOT so yeah, i love ASOIAF and imm not good at writing but im trying so feel free to criticise or point things out yep thx Georgiana