OAN: this story has been lying around too long with out being finished. I wanted to do a super stark series any way, I got the random idea to do the sansa's one as humor. this may not be as good, as this is going to be all guns blazing kind of thing,
and I can't quite put it together even as I think about it. Yet, it must go from my head and on to paper so I won't think about it any more, as such, it's here published.
I may or may not do all the requests, but if you have any requests or ideas regarding Arya/Gendry, do ask.
"Forest is dangerous." Gendry protested.
"We are taking the kings road, stupid!" Arya hissed.
"Those gold-cloaks will come back any time now. Every one dies crossing The neck. That forest is dangerous." Hot pie supplied.
Arya stayed silent. They can go to river-run, through a forest infested with animals, following kings road, which is quite possibly infested with gold cloaks and Lannisters. She didn't want to admit Gendry is right. Even with all the dangers of marshy
forest, after some thinking, going north is a better idea. Her family may be in river-run, but her home is winterfell. Add to that, her father always said Reeds are Stark's staunchest banner-men.
Once they cross neck, she is sure she can guide them through neck just fine, there will be no one looking for them. All of them would assume they are dead. After all, in southron's mind, no one can cross neck unharmed, least of all an eleven year old
girl and company.
"We are going north." Arya decided.
"I don't want to. Every one dies in neck." Hot pie protested.
"Well, I am going north. You can come with me, or die alone in other side of forest." Arya threatened.
Hot pie looked imploringly at Gendry. He need not have. It's quite clear Gendry goes where Arry goes. Hot pie wondered what the hell Arry did to inspire such loyalty in the bull. He pouted for as long as he can, when it's clear it won't work, he just
hung his head in defeat, complied with Arya.
They trudged through miles and miles of forest. It is during night he is thankful for Arry, for all her short legs and skinny bones, she is the best hunter among them. They might have been cold and tired, but they never went hungry.
Surprising as it is, their troubles actually started after crossing the neck. The iron born raided village after village. The first village iron born ravaged only children were left among rotting corpses.
Arya refused to leave the corpses like that, she refused to leave children even more so. She even organized the children so they can harvest what ever crops left, taught two of the eldest how to hunt. She had them set up barricades, decide on a safe place
to hide and trained few of the boys basics of fighting. She told the little ones if push comes to shove, to go to winter-fell.
She repeated the same at the next village they stopped. It is when they reached Torrhen's square she faltered. She heard of the plan of iron born to conquer winterfell.
She laughed in response. Winter-fell is too great a castle to be taken that easily – she said. Yet, Gendry can see her anxiousness. At the end of the day, how ever great a castle is, it is but a pile of rocks. It's men who make it impenetrable, all of
them came to the aid of Torrhen's square.
Over night, she has acquired horses and supplies for all of them, set a brisk pace to winter-fell. They marched through the battlefield after battlefield. The silence when they reached gates of winter-fell spoke more clearly than a thousand pictures can.
Arya stopped them suddenly before they can reach the gate. She gestured to get off their horses. Wintertown, battlements and even barracks of guards are empty. Arya took a bow and quiver full of arrows, signed at Gendry to pick up a near by sword. Hot
pie picked up a short sword with out even prompting. He learned the lesson a pointy end can only be too useful quite well as they traveled through marshy forest of neck.
Bran is standing in the winterfell's front yard. Theon stood behind him, prompting him to speak. Bran surrendered winterfell, urged the people to submit to the iron born.
Mean while, Arya picked out all the iron born from the battlement, chose sufficient arrows for all of them. She has had enough of friends stabbing in the back.
Ser Rodrick spat at Theon, resulting in him being dragged over to the block. As Theon raised his sword, all Arya could see is the face of ser Ilyn Payne as he raised Ice. She let loose the arrow before she even realized it.
It hit Theon smack in the middle of his eyes.
Two more arrows struck the iron born holding ser Rodrick. It is as if a spell is lifted. All of the remaining staff and the people in town square screamed. The iron born at the ends of crowd fell to Gendry's sword.
Arya aimed at the iron born in the back, the one standing behind Theon. How ever, the man is too quick. He pulled another ironborn in front of him to protect him self. Pale milky eyes met steel gray. Some thing about the man sent chills down Arya's back.
The man slipped out before Arya can engage another arrow. She quickly found another mark, who would have over powered Hot pie had she been a second late.
Ser Rodrick already picked up the sword from Theon's hands, descended on the remaining iron born who made to attack Bran. Gendry fast approached the another iron born who made to attack Rickon, but Rickon freed shaggydog while Gendry blocked the iron-born.
Shaggy tore his throat before Gendry could even approach. Gendry stopped short at the sight, yet, Rickon moved with out a thought to the dead man and freed summer. Between Gendry, Arya, Ser Rodrick and wolves, all the iron born were defeated in minutes.
People of winterfell looked around at the dead Iron born as if they couldn't believe it happened. Every one stood around and looked at one another as they slowly digested that indeed the iron born are dead.
Arya almost crashed in to the floor as she ran down stairs in her eagerness to reach Bran. Bran looked some how a lot more mature and older as she approached him. Yet, Arya couldn't contain her happiness at the reunion.
Bran looked over come with emotion as he embraced Arya. Rickon ran to them in all his blood drenched glory, jumped in to both their arms. Arya laughed as she made to include Rickon in their hug, laughing like crazy.
Their happiness became contagious over the the crowd. It is at this moment the people picked up Arya.
"Stark","Stark","Stark" The crowd chanted their name. Some even said "Princess", "Arya" or "Winter-fell".
Arya laughed and cried at the same time. She still can't believe they were able to triumph over iron born with the odds against them. They can't let down their guard though. The odds can turn against them any moment. After all, winterfell is severely
lacking in manpower.
Robb stark paced angrily in his tent. Word came from Torrhen square just now that while iron born are defeated at Torrhen square, Theon attacked Winterfell.
Lord Bolton offered to send his remaining troops to winterfell's aid under the command of his bastard. But, Robb heard the tales of his brutality. Rumors of his cruelty has been circulating long since. He is about to give command to lord Bolton to send
his men to aid of Winterfell.
"A raven from Winterfell." Herald screamed from outside.
"Please excuse me for a moment, Lord Bolton." Robb said as he hurried out side to take the message.
It is a short message.
Winterfell safe. Theon Greyjoy dead. Ironborn dead. Arya Stark home.
Robb couldn't breathe for a moment. Arya is safe. His home is safe. Every one around him is staring at him expectantly. He smiled at them.
"Winterfell is safe." He said.
The resulting cheers around him are deafening. How ever among the happy cheers, there's one face that remained sore. If every one around him weren't so happy, Robb would have missed it completely. He would have thought more about it if he wasn't in such
celebratory mood. Roose Bolton looked surprised to hear the news, as if he expected winter-fell to have fallen.
Robb left immediately to meet his mother and convey this good news. He is not going to take another chance on Winter-fell. He will send his mother back to Winter-fell with sufficient troops to defend the castle.
They had Jaime Lannister in their hands for a while, his mother is very strongly arguing for an exchange. How ever, Robb knew better. The moment they let go of him, Lannisters will kill Sansa or worse.
AN: This is a super-arya story, so it's going to be a bit ooc no matter how hard I try. I noticed there are too few stories of Arya – so I am writing one.