Hello, this is my new fic so i thought i clear some things up. Arya went to Bravos for two years then returned to Westeros and has been there for a year so far. Gendry is still with the BWB. No one has heard anything of the stark children so everyone thinks their dead. Arya is 16/17 and gendry is 20/22

Run, run, run. She ran through the halls that were painted with her family's blood, her fathers, her mother's, her brother's and her sister's. She turned her head to see the wave of blood coming towards her, ready to take her and drown her. She was ready she wanted to see them; she wanted to be held by them. She turned her body around waiting for the wave, waiting for death. She stretched her arms out ready to embrace the red wave.

Arya bolted forward panting, her body covered with sweat. She looked around at the empty shack she had found days before abandoned, the shack was simple but there were no major problems that she could see that would make someone leave. She pealed herself off the stack of hay she had been using for her bed and strode over to the basin she had filled with water, ready to engulf her face with the cold subtance but found it empty. Remembering the stream she had filled with basin up with originally she slipped on her breaches tying them tightly at her waist and pulled her shirt over her chest which dropped to her knees. She hadn't grown much since she was last in westeros but had gained the body of a woman. Her breast and hips had swelled twice the size of her body when she was two and ten.

Arya wrapped her cloak around her shoulders and stepped into the bright sunlight pulling her hood over her face, it was colder that she was used after spending two years in bravos and then another year in kings landing and the westerlands near casterly rock searching for the names that had betrayed her family. Arya walked through the thick woods that towered over her with thin pale trees; it wasn't like the woods at her home in Winterfell. These woods looked sick, like they were about to die. She treaded lightly being careful she didn't make any noise, these woods empty and no hade live here for at least a month but Arya knew things weren't always what they looked like. The stream came to view and Arya nearly leaped towards it but controlled herself and walked towards it slowly then drenched her face in the fresh crisp water

It had been a day since she left the shack she had found in the creepy white woods, Arya never stayed in once place for more than a half moon. She always moved, it was better that way as she would get attached to places or things. The only objects she had with her was the sword her brother had given her when she was a child that was more like a dagger now and her horse Rhaenys, named after Aegon the conqueror sister-wife.

Arya had been riding hard all day looking for some form of shelter from the heavy rain; she had no plan apart from to kill any Lannister, Greyjoy, Frey or Bolton on sight. She didn't care for any of the land or the titles that were rightly hers but she longed for the vengeance her family deserved. She was just about to give up ad sleep rough for the night which she didn't mind but she saw and middle aged couple ride up in a wagon being pulled by a mule. She slowed down warily not sure of the figures approaching her but the seemed more scared of her then she seemed of them, though she was not scared of anyone.

Arya pulled down her hood to expose her face knowing no one would recognise her as Arya and guided her horse into of the road then stopped

"How long till the nearest town?" She asked shouting through the thick rain

The couple seemed surprised by her, Arya assumed it was by her boldness

"You shouldn't be out here alone lass, not at times like these" The small man yelled back, Arya resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the man, she had survived for so long without anyone and she didn't nned this ,am to tell her what to do.

"I need shelter is there any where close?" Arya aimed her question at the plump woman that was sat beside him

"Aye but its a day's ride" The woman stated coldly, no one was open to strangers any more in Westeros. Arya nodded to thank the couple but the woman's voice stopped her "Miss?" Arya turned to head to the plump woman "If I were you I'd turn back, wolves have been spotted past greywater" Wolves If the woman was right she couldn't turn back

"Wolves?" Arya asked failing to hide her smile

"Aye large packs of them lass, they'd rip you from limb to limb" The small man interrupted

"Where?" she couldn't contain her excitement any longer if the there were wolves one could be Nymeria

"Near Wintertown, they say their waiting for the Starks to return and take their home"

Arya silently muttered the Starks words to herself before bolting off in the direction of the neck. Her horse would grow tired soon but she had to keep going the still had to go past the swamps of the neck and day was nearly gone but she'd ride on until her horse refused.

She had been riding for two more hours but she then she smelt it, the smog of the swamps. She was finally in the north, her home.

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Gendry sat alone in the corner of the inn whilst the other men of the brotherhood sat with the women of the ale house. He never enjoyed the company of women who worked in ale house, they reminded him of his mother and the times he'd watch at the inn flirting with the men for extra coin. He had few memories of his mother but the only one that would bring a smile to his face is when she used to sing.

A startled plump woman ran into the inn, Gendry watched as she rushed over to Harwin

"We saw her" the woman breathed at a very surprised Harwin

"Who?" Harwin asked sitting up properly so he could hear the woman's words

"The she wolf, the ghost of Lyanna Stark" the whole room went silent, the ghost of Lyanna stark had been spotted all over Westeros apparently slaying all the houses that had betrayed the Starks

"Mya you know that's just a wives tale" Harwin waved the woman called Mya away, Harwin never believed in any of the gossip around

"It's true Harwin i was there, she even said the words" A small man stepped out of the shadow behind the large woman. Harwin's eyes grew wide at the small mans words like it justified the rumours

"She rode like a man like you said" Mya added, Gendry had only ever knew one girl who rode like a man but she was dead "And when we talked of wolves she smiled, the she wolf has returned" The womans words caused mutters in the inn

Harwin snapped out of his daze finally to reply to the woman "It's a pretender trying to scare the small folk but were heading up the on the at sun rise, we'll take a look" Harwin rose from his chair and head to the stairs for his bed

"She's no pretender. Her hair was brown as the bark in the wolfswood, eyes as grey and hard as steel and skin as pale as snow" Harwin's face had paled slightly but he walked away leaving the inn to go back to its normal chatter. Gendry sensed that Harwin was genially worried about the gossip. But Gendry didn't know what to think about the gossip but all he knew was the girl the woman had described sounded a lot like his dead friend.

Thanks for reading, Please review they help a lot. I hope you enjoyed it and there is more to come

P.S sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes