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She was stabbing and slashing. All the faces that brought harm and unhappiness to her and her family lay dead at her feet. She was agitated but finally felt accomplished; the nearest emotion to being happy in five years.
Her eyes were fixed on bloody golden hair that once belonged to the queen when a helm rolled to her feet.
It was the bull-helmet. Her eyes followed the blood road it made, it traced back to a rotting corpse. Arya knew whose body it belonged too. It was the first body she slayed. He abandoned her and he deserved worse.
Instead of feeling the fulfillment revenge brought her heart clung and her stomach felt sick.
...
Arya woke up with tears streaming down her face. She never allowed herself to cry but it was inevitable to wake up with a wet face. No matter how hard she kept training or how hard she became she was never able to escape the tears while dreaming.
Some tears would be brought by her headless father some by dead friends and others by a bleeding bull-head boy.
Arya knew her sister was ruling the Vale, she also heard about her natural brother leaving his vows and marrying the Dragon Queen. The younger brothers were rebuilding Winterfell. They were alive, the people that she once loved, still loved, were alive. Otherwise there would be no tears when waking up.
The war had been over for several months but Arya was not in a hurry to leave Braavos, everyone thought she was dead anyways.
...
Jaqen H'ghar found her in Braavos. She knew he would.
At first he thought her were Syrio had left off. Eventually she became his henchman. Jaqen had given her everything she wanted and needed but he left her too.
Every night Jaqen left her for another woman. A woman he loved more than the air he breathed. But in the mornings he would be back to teach her.
"A man knows, Arya but a man does not understand." Both Arya and Jaqen were dirty and sweaty, they had been running for their lives but as soon as they were safe he began.
Before every departure the same conversation would start, it never changed.
"What is that you know and what is that you do not understand?" Arya knew how this conversation started and how it would end but nonetheless she complied.
"A girl is lonely. A girl suffers. A girl has nightmares. A girl misses her family and home but a girl will not let herself be happy." They walked in silence for a couple of minutes before she gave her usual reply. "I will not be happy here or in Westeros. Family or not, there is no need to chase memories that died long ago."
That would be the end of their conversation only Jaqen pressed farther for the first time.
"Some have survived." He stopped walking, a couple more steps she stopped too. "Why will a girl not leave?" Arya did not expect him to continue, she turned around and kept walking, Jaqen pressed again. "A girl is scared but of what. Arya does not fear death, does she fear love?"
That made her stop walking again. "I fear nothing. I am nothing. I am no one." She refused to look at him. "No girl. I am no one. You are Arya of House Stark. You are a highborn lady."
Arya felt her heart speed up, "I. Am. Not. A. Lady." To her amazement Jaqen sniggered. "Ay, Arya is not a lady. Arya is just a scared girl." Arya would of taken needle out and threaten him to stop but she knew better. Instead she looked at him in the eye.
"I am not scared and I'm not a girl anymore." Her words were full of challenge and Jaqen stepped closer. "Then a girl needs to leave."
His words stung and hurt her. "Are you so eager to get rid of me Jaqen?" Arya's voiced stayed strong but her eyes betrayed her.
"A man loves Arya like a sister, a man only wants her to be happy. There is no life for a girl here." He hugged her for the first time and she knew he was right.
At dawned she found herself on a ship leaving Braavos behind. Arya had bitten her tongue the night before, there might be no life in Braavos for her but what life waited for her in Westeros. As soon as the surprise of her survival would die down, her siblings would be jumping at each other to marry her off to some lord or another.
If that was the case Arya would go back and not to Braavos, she would travel as far east as possible. She would runaway again.
Her nightmares got stronger as the ship got closer to Westeros. Every night she would wake up crying and with motion sickness, she would kill everyone in her list but someone she loved would always end up dead too. The last two nights she refused to sleep.
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The memory of Arry, kept hunting him. It was his fault she was dead. She was a child and she was dead because of him.
For three years he lived in regret and grief until he realized how many times she saved his life, he had to keep living for her memory. Gendry tried to be happy, he bedded Jenny a couple of times but she got sick and died. He had never loved her but he had grown fond of her.
Out of grief Gendry promised himself to never bed a woman or even look at one, he would only get hurt at the end. After Jenny's death he went to King's Landing were Jon now lived. Gendry still didn't know what possed him to come south but he did.
When he met Jon it was like a light had flicked inside him, a small spark, but a light nonetheless. The similarity between the two Starks was shocking.
Gendry introduced himself and Jon didn't give him the chance to stopped talking about their little Arya. As a favor for helping his sister out, Jon gave him a forge of his own and the Dragon Queen agreed to legitimize him as long as he had no craving for the Iron Throne.
Gendry felt like he only deserved death for what he did to Arya but Jon saw it differently and helped him cope with the grief. Both bastards grew fond of each other and ended becoming close friends. Gendry was invited to court but would only visit the castle on extreme rare occasions, he rather forge steel all day.
His smithy had become popular therefor he had found an apprentice but today he send him off as soon as the he arrived. Today was one of the days he would drink his fill. Arya's ghost hunted him worse when he got drunk so he only drunk little on special occasions.
This was one of those special occasions, he was welcoming her ghost. It was Arya's naming day, she would be seven and ten if she lived. Today Gendry would welcome her ghost.
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Arya arrived to King's Landing the same time the sun rose. She walked the ports aimlessly to procrastinate her arrival to the castle. No one expected her so there was no hurry.
Around midday she found herself anxious and knew she couldn't brush it off any longer. She made her way to the Red Keep and only hoped the guards would let her through. After getting refused several times she found her way into the castle through the caverns that once had led her out.
She ended up coming out only two halls away from the throne room. It surprised her how much she remembered.
To her dismay the throne room seemed to be holding court but she would take that to her advantage and make a grant entrance. After all she was a Stark and her return should not be small.
She had slipped into the room; there was a merchant complaining about some thieves. Arya spotted Jon standing beside the queen.
A warm rushed through her body, she was about to step out the crowed and show herself when a drunkard beat her to it.
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