Dungeons
Valar Morghulis... All men must die. They all must die for what they did. To her. To the people she loved. She wants them dead. And she will make sure they all die. One by one and by her hand...
"Valar Morghulis..."
The silent whisper was almost inaudible in the darkness and solitude. Arya moved and hissed with throbbing pain. It was like a knife in her temples. She opened her eyes but saw only darkness. Where was she?
Arya couldn't remember. She was laying on a stone floor, the stones were wet and cold. And rectangular, so it wasn't a cave. More like a cell. And despite her frantic blinking, her surroundings stayed in pitch black. Was she blind?
"Oh no, not blind..." she whispered with fear. She curled into a ball, wrapping her arms around her knees, listening to her heart beating. Calm down, she must calm down. Maybe this was a dream. No, something was telling her it was real. How did she get there? What was the last thing she could remember?
The Hound. Yes, she was with him. He kept her a prisoner. She killed a man and the Hound stared at her. She held a silver coin in her hand.
"Valar Morghulis," she murmurs once again. But nothing happens. She stands there, covered in blood, and nothing happens. Then the Hound grabs her, dragging her away. She doesn't fight back. Storm is upon them, bending the trees down.
"Who the hell are you?!" the Hound shouts and pushes her on side. Three men in dark cloaks fight the Hound until one of them asks him a question.
"Did you speak the words?"
The Hound mocks him and spits on him. They turn over and look at her. There is nothing in their hoods but black holes. She feels her heart racing.
"She did," they say. She runs through the woods, breathless and terrified. They are definitely not human. And Jaqen was a liar. A traitor.
"You can't escape!"
Finally, she falls. They are above her. One of them takes the coin from her hand and she winces with the coldness of his skin.
"Let me go!" she manages to yell.
"Once you said the words, there is no going back..." they say. She screams and everything whirls in blurred stains and buzzing sounds, like a giant swarm of hornets. And she's falling, her mind drifting away. She sees faces. Her mother and brothers, Sansa and her father. Then it hazes and she hears swords clashing, splashing blood and cry and laments. Different faces emerge in front of her. Joffrey... Cersei... Tywin Lannister... the Hound... Polliver...
They keep her company. Joffrey's high-pitched voice ordering her father's death. Cersei's cold, ruthless stare. Tywin's schemes to destroy Starks. The Hound bringing Mycah's corpse. Robb's body with Grey Wind's head sewed instead of his own...
When she wakes up from her dreams, she hears flies buzzing around. She smells a horse beneath, listens to its shoes clapping. She feels the sun burning her skin. Sand scratching her neck. How come it's so hot? Like a desert... There's a sack on her head and a gag in her mouth. When she opens her eyes, she sees only bright yellow light. People talk around but she doesn't understand. Where are they travelling to?
The sound of horseshoes clapping changes. They arrive to a city. Foreign language flows through its streets. It sounds weird to her ears. They take her down and force her to walk. The sun disappears as they go lower and lower. The air is getting colder and she can't stop shivering. She knows this smell. It's a dungeon. A prison?
They cut the ties on her wrists and somebody's hand pushes her. She slips, sliding on the wet stones. Air whooshes around her head and she keeps rolling deeper into the tomb until she stops on the very bottom, hitting her head against the wall.
And there she wakes up.
Arya was staring into the darkness. It could have been the weirdest dream. Except it was real. And that time, reality was far worse than the most horrible nightmare. She had absolutely no idea where she was or what was happening. She couldn't see as there was darkness all around. She was so deep in the dungeons - considering the long fall - she could almost sense the weight of hundreds of stones above her. And she was completely alone.
She crawled a few metres, touching the ascending wall. The slope was too steep, it was impossible to climb up. She tried screaming and shouting into the nothingness but only the echo of her own voice kept returning. She stopped with that soon. The cell fell back into utter silence. Arya laid down on the stones, exhausted. She felt like never getting up again. If only she would wake up back at Winterfell...
Arya froze all of the sudden. Something moved behind her. Silent, shuffling sound. Like a slithering snake.
"Who's there?!" she said, keeping her voice from trembling. She had no weapon to fight. With anxiety, she pressed herself against the stone floor. Was it an animal? She hated the idea it could attack her any second and she wouldn't see it nor hear it.
"Hey! Who is that?!"
"You don't know?" a deep voice spoke from the cold darkness, making Arya hold her breath and clench her fists.
"A girl has a very poor memory... A man thought it was better..."
OK, the first chap is done, hope you like and let me know what you think :-)