Hey everyone, this is my first story ever so please be gentle. This idea has been stuck in my head for the last several weeks and I just had to write it down. This will be a main focus of an OC (Lyanna Stark) twin sister to Robb Stark. In addition, this will also have my version of Telltales Game of Thrones. For this I have decided that my Character Lyanna Stark will look like Alycia Debnam-Carey (Lexa from the 100)

So with that in mind, nothing belongs to me except my ideas and OC. Most belongs to George R.R. Martin and Telltale games.

Preface:

She didn't know what path her life would take, but it would never be the path that others placed in front of her. She had seen to that the day the son of one of her fathers bannerman came visiting Winterfell and thinking her a common empty headed girl. She broke his nose and left him bloodied in the dirt. She was Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, twin sister to Robb Stark, second of her name and she swore she would never be powerless fight and destroy whatever stood in her path.

She was not bloodthirsty in life. In fact, she loved to take time and play games with her siblings. Throwing scenarios around at Robb for when he became Lord of Winterfell. Training with Jon, for she considered him a brother no matter how her mother felt on the subject. Young Sansa always made her feel like the odd one out in the family. While her mother and Sansa were off doing needle work and Ladyship classes, she was in the dirt or off hunting, but she always loved her sister and made time to be with her. Brandon was a good boy who would grow up into a fine man and husband that any woman would love. Tiny Arya and Rickon were the perfect little brother and sister she could ask for. Still young enough for her to pick on and teach those little things to.

For Robb and Lyanna 15th Name Day, King Robert Baratheon sent them each a gift to celebrate his lifelong friend. To Robb, he sent the sword he had used to start his rebellion. To Lyanna, he send a baby stag, Sigil animal of House Baratheon. Lyanna immediately saw the potential in this young stag. She fed him and watered him for 2 years, watching as he became bigger and stronger. Naming the stag, Little Warrior, she eventually started to try and teach him to carry her as her steed. To say she tasted every inch of dirt in Winterfell trying to accomplish this would be an understatement. Her family watching her only made it more difficult with the boys laughing at her. But two years of hard work and patience had paid off and Little Warrior was a steed worthy of a Stark. Lyanna took him out every chance she got, to train, to ride, and hunt. She was confident in his ability to take her into battle but had no way to test this theory.

She had seen her father leave with Robb, Jon, Theon and Bran. A deserter she had heard, from the Night's Watch. Lyanna was always careful about how and when she gave her word. It wouldn't do to have it come back and bite her. The dejected and knowledgeable look in Brandon's eye in light of what her father, Robb and even himself would have to if the law required it of him as Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. The 7 little bundles of joy and young fur were an added bonus. Lyanna took the small bundle and immediately fell in love with Shadow. Little Warrior looked at Shadow wearily but she would make sure they would both get along.

Catching Jon just outside the dinner hall, Lyanna threw her arm around his shoulder. "I see even you got a little ball of fur. You name the little bugger?"

"Aye, I'm calling him Ghost." Looking at the direwolf, Lyanna could not help but seem a fitting name of him. Pale white and red eyes, he was truly a ghost.

"Well, I am off to hunt for the next couple of weeks. Father is insisting that I take a few guards and Jory has given Varly and Tomard that fine duty. Maybe after a week with me, I may have the mercy of the Mother in my heart to let them return home." Lyanna finished with a laugh that Jon quickly joined in on, knowing exactly how difficult she could be with anyone. Old Gods and New protect the poor bastard who annoyed her.

Getting up onto Little Warrior with Shadow in a pouch since she was still too small to keep up. "Also, I'll be stopping by Ironrath to deliver a Nameday gift to Lord Forrester. If you need anything, send a raven there and I'll be back as quickly as I can." Jon nodded at her.

"Take care out there Lyanna, and watch out for trouble." Jon yelled as Lyanna and her party set out of the gate. Her response was to wave back shouting, "Please little brother, you know it's trouble that should be looking out for me!" as she took off at a gallop and left Winterfell behind.

This is just a short preface to see if anyone will actually like and read the story. Well let me know. Ja Ne