The cruel hand of fate (POV: MYCAH)

The sky's above consumed my vision with nights as dead as I was soon to be, deep purples blurring into vicious black's as I lay there upon the cobbles of the kingsroad my body crumpled and broken my hip sticking out at an angel, the agony nothing more than a numbness sting in my spine, my legs lifeless upon my command. Her face was still there with me, her words sketched upon her sweet lips.
"Run Mycah, Run"
It was the dawning of my 8th name day when I first met Arya Stark, I had a woke early and fled straight to the woods in hope of seeing the night time animal's which always brought me joy, the wild hares with their speed and agility could run faster than any man, any knight in a story. And the stag's. The stag's were my favorite, majestic, proud, my farther said they were the Sigel of the king and therefore were sacred to the realm, I could believe this of them. And so I crept as quietly as I could though the dark undergrowth of the Gods wood. At first I thought it was a ghost a simple mind trick being played upon me as a joke of the moonlight, a wolf bounding towards me, vivid white and snarling eyes a blaze at the scent of fresh prey. It was almost at my heels as I began to run my breath frozen in front of my eyes and the shock made me stumble and fall. Just as its snout was loomed of me it s teeth becoming sharper bearing down at me more blood thirsty at ever look I dared to take I heard her. Her voice sharp and sweet from behind me.
"NO Nymeria, Bad wolf, Leave him"
The great beast stopped dead then slowly began to walk towards the grass bank for behind which the voice had emerged. I followed cautiously my heart in my mouth, it was incredibly early for a butcher s boy to be wondering in the Gods wood, people could suspect me up to no good, in Winterfell strange acts were rare and morning wanderings in the best of times were frowned upon.
"Hello, I was walking ser, not spying or up to nothing"
I called And then I saw her, from the bushes on the far side of the clearing her head emerged her dark hair limp over one side of her face, and her features warped from the cold. I m just walking to she said with a strong stance and confident poise. A moments silence passed with only the snowy wolfs heavy breathing and the look of shared curiously between us.
"I'm Arya, and this is Nymeria, she's a direwolf sorry if she scared you, I am training her but she does like to hunt" she told me.
"I'm Mycah and it didn't scare me" I paused "But that wolf it's huge, and it crept up on me, you could have told me you were there
" She grinned and her eyes lit up with pride and humor "I know, she's one of the only direwolf left this side of the wall, my brothers have the others but Nymeria is the best hunter other than John's maybe"
I was still a little taken aback by this girl she was short maybe 6 years of 7 and was dressed in a white woolen gown with a black fur cloak several sizes too big for her draped across her shoulders. I returned my gaze to the wolf who's eyes seemed less daunting even kind and at this I remembered something my father and sister would say about how the Lord Stark of Winterfell found his children direwolf s as a sign of the house. I looked back to the girl in shock and wonder. I knelt on one knee as I had seen my family do when the Stark's would ride though the town
"Lady stark" I said to the ground as I blushed deep red.
At this she seemed to deflate, he body slumped over and she mumbled something to herself.
"Excuse me my lady?" I asked still on my knees in the cold snow, I wounded weather I should rise but her eyes had locked on me in what seemed like rage.
"That's my mother, not me. I'm not a lady. I'm Arya" she walked beside me and pushed me on the floor sharply. My fingers caught sharp rocks as I stumbled and fell onto my side. I'm sorry, "I'm sorry, I've never met a Lord's daughter before"
"Well I'm just Arya"
her voice broke as she saw the small cuts forming on my hands the slow trickles of blood down the side. She knelt down beside me herself and wrapped my hand in her fur cloak
"I'm sorry too she said It s just, my scepter tells me I'm meant to be a lady. It s expected of me and Sansa, my sister. But she's perfect at it, she's makes gowns girls cry over and when she smiles all the boys try and talk to her and ask her for her kisses"
She looked bitter at this but the sadness brought out a new side in this girl I had just met, for the first time she seemed like a girl to me, her face was very pretty not soft but confident. Sitting there in the Gods wood with her she seemed like a goddess herself and all too soon I became aware of her soft grip around my injured hands.
"Not that I care, I want to be a knight, my farther always speaks about the kings guard, brave knights like Ser Barristan Selmy who can conquer lands and bring fear to whoever they want, no one would dare call them a lady" and once again her smile returned at this. If only I could find someone to practice my sword fighting with, I could train I could I don't remember ever making a conscience decision to befriend this lord s daughter in the woods, but it seems as if my brain could not stop itself. She stared at me in disbelief yet she her smile grew even wider at this.
"Have you ever fought with swords before? Sticks? Mycah would you, would you really?" she said
"Well, no and I don t think I would be very good. In fact you should probably ask your farther for help, I wouldn't do, I m a butchers boy" The doubt was clear in my voice.
"NO you said you would, you have too now!"
Her eyes bulged at me the startling blue was all I could see now so of course without knowing what I had got myself into. I agreed. The dawn was breaking over the tops of the trees and the woods around us was starting to awaken with the noises of everyday life.
"I need to go back to the castle, before they realize I've left"she said
this thought seemed to sadden her and although I would never admit it, I felt genuinely sorry to see this Arya leave. I told her at which butchers my father worked, where I would be found. And with only a nod and a slightly promise of another meeting Arya stark and her direwolf sped away.
As i watched her walk away all i could think was how much i would like to have told her she was indeed more beautiful than her sister.