I am just a silly little fan girl. Nothing more. I read the books like anyone. The author's work was exquisite and I only ever wished to be able to write as eloquently myself. Amazing stories sometimes become so real, we become lost within them. Please don't be mean. I DO want reviews though. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
The Ugly Little Blind Girl:
Arya woke up again. She was accustomed to the house of Black and White now. She could easily pull on her clothes and make her way to the kitchens by the smells and sounds. She could measure the distance each step would take her and therefore she could find her way around. By this point, she had memorized every step of every stair case in the entire House. She kind elderly man was there and the waif. She thought back to when she first came to the House of Black and White. How silly of her to ask for Jaqen.
No, Jaqen is dead. He had told her. No not her. He told Arya. Arya is also dead.
The waif has been acting strangely. Her steps were different. Her voice had changed. The Ugly Little Blind girl decided it was nothing to trouble herself with. Everyone changed all the time here at the House of Black and White. They're all servants to Him of Many Faces. As am I.
She continued down to where they kept the dead men. She removed their clothes blindly and collected their gold in a pouch. She prepared them for their fate in losing their face. She lost hers. She wondered how many people has worn the Ugly little Blind Girl before. She wondered if someone wore Arya Stark now too.
She then went to the room with the deep pool and placed a hand in the water. She could hear a heat beating from across the room. It beat slower and slower. The man who owned it lifted a cup to his lips and drank then like so many others climbed into one of the beds in the wall to sleep and never wake up. He didn't seem to be wounded at all now was he old. He was just tired. Tired from the sea, tired from the sun and tired of living. Something happened though then, the Water became warm and began to gurgle. She stood and listened for someone but none were there. Someone had to be. They were always watching her. The kindly man. He was quieter than death rendering him nearly impossible to detect by the Ugly Little Blind Girl. She ran towards the steps as the ground began to shake and she fell.
"What is happening?" she screamed terrified. Then she fell in the water. Nothing could go black for it all already was.