This is a story created by two friends who came up with it one night. We are taking turns posting chapters, so this should be interesting. The other user that is working on this with me is thekidisnotyourson...she is amazing. We hope you enjoy. Sansa/OC
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Run
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"Find her and bring her back to me!"
Sansa ran as fast as she could through the wood. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she saw the torches through the trees, "No!" It came out in a mere whisper, but the panic within her was rising. After jumping over fallen branches and sliding down hills, she came to a small cave and quickly climbed inside. The howl of the Hounds chasing her made her shrink back against the small caves wall, waiting for them to pass. Just above her, a voice called out, "She is nowhere to be found, Ser." Horse hooves trampled the dirt and leaves, making them fall into the caves opening, but she remained silent.
"Check the river for a body. The girl probably fell in while coming down the hill."
With her hand covering her mouth to steady her breathing, Sansa closed her eyes and slide down the wall as the horse began to ride away with the howling dogs following them.
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It all started when Petyr Baelish took Sansa away from Kings Landing on the day of Joffrey's wedding and death. They arrived in the Vale and then everything went downhill. Her Aunt Lysa was killed by Petyr, Robin died from poison, which Petyr blamed on a handmaiden, and then came the time when he began to harm her. Sansa still shudders at the thought of Petyr grabbing her arms and shaking her as he yelled.
She did not mean to kill him, but it happened.
Just an hour ago, Sansa was in the throne room of the Eyrie, standing next to Petyr as he sat on his throne. An argument began and Sansa knew it would turn sour. Petyr had been asking her to take his hand and be his Lady wife, but the girl wanted nothing to do with him in that way. When he grabbed her arm and pushed her into the wall at the top of the stairs in the throne room, Sansa panicked and began to push him off. Petyr, in his blind rage, missed the top step and fell to his death. Sansa ran down the steps to check on him, but she saw blood seeping from the back of his head and his neck was at an odd angle.
The guards knocked on the doors and their muffled voices questioned, "My Lord, is everything alright?" Sansa did not know what to do, as they would surely believe she pushed him down the stairs on purpose, so she took a deep breath and ran to the moon door. The door had remained closed since her Aunt's murder and now, Sansa must dispose of his own dead body. When she pulled the lever, a great wind rushed up and nearly pushed her over. Sansa hurried back to Petyr's body and as she began to pull him by the robes, she heard the guards yell, "My Lord, if you do not answer, we shall break down the door!" Sansa thanked the Gods that he had locked them inside to talk, for if they found her dragging him to the door now, she would be killed. As they reached the edge, Sansa looked down at his pale face one more time and leaned over, kissing his cheek before she whispered, "I have never loved you and would never have learned to love you, but I will never forget what you have done for me." With one great push, Sansa rolled him through the door and watched as his body seemed to float down to the bottom rocks.
The doors began to rattle and Sansa gasped before quickly grabbing her robe that laid at the bottom of the steps and running towards a back door. This back door had been hidden for years, but thankfully, Petyr showed it to her. This door was used for prisoners to enter or exit the throne room after receiving punishment and it would lead down to the dungeons of the castle. Sansa knew if she could get through that, she would be able to exit towards the bridge and run out of there. Unfortunately for her, Petyr's blood still remained on the floor, and a piece of his black robes was stuck to the edge of the moon door.
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Now, Sansa was running for her life. There was no time for her to get a horse, so she ran on foot, her gown and cloak getting ripped and dirty on the dirt and branches. They were after her for the murder of Petyr Baelish and she had nowhere to go. Of course they knew she was responsible, since she was the only one in the room with him, and if they ever found her, they would find the dried blood on the front of her gown and under her nails.
After sitting in the small cave for an hour, Sansa opened her eyes and saw the sun was finally starting to set. It was always best to travel in the dark. This way, no one would be able to see her or her kissed by fire hair.
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In the North, the wind and snow flew through the air with a fierce force. Wildlings were camped just a few miles south of the Wall, preparing to climb over it again. The Wall was never easy to climb and they all knew it, but every few months, they climb it and go back.
"Lairion, your stew is beginning to freeze. Shall I put it back on the fire?"
A tall man stood at edge of the woods, looking out at the white and barren land before him. His long, nearly white hair whipped in the wind as his cold blue eyes seemed to be empty. Suddenly, he blinked and looked back, "Yes, place in on the fire." His name was Lairion Rayder and he was the only son of Mance Rayder, leader of the Wildlings. Lairion was given his own clan years ago when he was just ten and nine as his father pushed him out into the world. Now, at the age of thirty-two, he ruled a large clan of men and women Wildlings, and they knew him to be their leader.
The cold has never bothered him and he found wearing several layers of fur bothersome. He laughed at the thought of being just like his mother. Being born to a Wildling King and a Highborn Lady, Lairion had a confusing life. His grandfather was Lord of land in the west, and as the story goes, when his father took his mother away, they fell in love. Tradition as a Wildling man goes long back through time. After a male Wildling is born, he grows watching his father to learn everything he must. When grown, the men will take a bride and most likely by force.
Lairion had no bride. He had his way with women of the clan, but he never took a bride. The day would come, however, he would have to take a woman for them to become his true wife. For him, being different was key to leading on your own.
"Lairion?"
He blinked and turned around, walking down the small hill, "I am fine. It is turning dark, my friend, make a bigger fire."
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Neither Lairion or Sansa knew that one day their paths would cross and that both of their lives would change.
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So there it is! Lairion is modeled after Thranduil from The Hobbit for his looks. We hop you enjoyed! Please review!