Helllllooooo! It has been a while, but I am back with a new story. For the ones of you who have read my other story, Not Today, welcome back! I have brought you all a new story, one that is an AU. It will not follow the book or the show. This one is completely and totally my own besides the Characters that you recognize. Those belong to GRR Martin and not me of course. Anyway, the characters are the same, but everything else is different. This story is actually an original story that I wrote. I am just adding the GOT characters in it. I hope you all enjoy this new adventure!
Arya Stark ran as fast as her legs would take her down the empty hallway. The sound of her shoes crashed upon her ears like a mighty wave. The horrors of what were about to happen caused her to be unable to breathe. She had no time to think, no time to plan. Gendry was in danger and it was all her fault. He needed her now, more than he had ever needed her before, but was she too late? Would she be too late to stop what was about to happen? A sound of desperation left her lips, drowning out the sound of her feet running. How had it come to this? How had it turned so violent? So ugly?
As she rounded the corner, heading towards the courtyard, her mind drifted to the events of the past month. She thought of how her life felt as though it were ending, only to be saved by the most unlikeliest of persons. Now, that person was in danger, and she was the only one who could save him. But was it even possible to save him at this point? Her father would have to listen to her, have to listen to reason. She had not gotten the chance to give her side of things. Her father would have no choice but to listen now, for she would lay her head on the block if that is what it took.
The cries from the crowd began to grow, and Arya knew she was almost there. Some were screaming for blood, while others were screaming for mercy. The sun cast its bright rays down upon her when she broke through the darkness of the castle. The crowd stood in her way, blocking her view of the only face she wanted to see. It could only mean one thing and that one thing had her gasping for air.
Without thought, she pushed her way through the body of people. Some yelled at her as she bore through them, while others recognized her instantly and stepped from her path. Arya gave them no thought, continuing to make her way through the sea of people. Above her head, she saw her father sitting their, his hard face looking down upon a scene she could not see. Beside him sat a monster, a man that caused her skin to crawl. In that moment, she felt as though she could send a dagger straight through his heartless chest.
Suddenly, the crowd parted and Arya was finally able to see before her. What she saw stilled her movements, her breath. The crowd became deathly quiet. As her father noticed her there, rising to his feet and calling out to her, Arya met those deep blue eyes. She saw such love, such devotion within them even as the horrors unfolded around them. The only thing that could break their stare was the sword slowly raising in the air. As if time itself stood still, Arya watched it inch further into the air, until finally it stopped. She had only a second to think, only a second to react and react she did.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed, running towards Gendry. As she ran, the sword began to fall.