Homecoming
This is after the latest episode Season 6 Episode 10
"Lord Snow, Lady Stark."
Sansa and Jon looked over towards the door of the great hall. The two of them were sitting behind the long table in the back of the room talking to each other about strategy for the coming war.
The young woman with long red hair looked towards the door first. Over near it was Davos Seaworth. The longer they spent with this man, the more she trusted him just like Jon did. "What is it Sir Davos?" Sansa asked over at the man.
Davos bowed a little to the lady and looked over at the two people who were in charge of the north. "Someone is here who wishes very much to see you. She did not give her name," Davos turned around a little feeling a strange sense in his gut. His heart jumped a little at the sight of the girl standing right behind him.
The teenager had long black hair and eyes as dark as night. She walked right past Sir Davos without glancing twice at the man. She started walking across the long hall up towards the table at the head of the room.
Jon lowered his hand down to his waist where his greatsword rested. As he did, Davos grabbed the hilt of his own sword and followed after the girl walking through the room. Sansa had no weapon, but she did call out, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"Speak now, or you may be considered our enemy," Jon was not usually afraid of little girls, but this girl had a sheath at her side and did not look nervous in the least as she approached their table. He didn't recognize this young woman, but as he looked closer he thought the sheath at her side seemed a little... thin.
The young girl stopped walking when she was ten feet from the front of the table. Davos was not far behind her and he kept his hand on his hilt ready to draw at a second's notice. "Hello," she greeted, nodding her head a little to the two people before her.
Jon lifted his eyebrows but nodded back and said, "Hello yourself. Would you like to tell us your name?" He stared at this strange girl with an even stranger sense of familiarity to her.
Sansa narrowed her eyes at the girl in front of her too. 'Who is this? Why did she arrive here on her own?' The red head started confidently, "We do not have time for every citizen, Sir Davos. If you could, please refrain from letting them in during our private meetings."
"I'm sorry my Lady," Davos apologized. "But we did not let her in." Jon and Sansa both looked at the man strangely as he continued. "She came in on her own. I was watching the door but she arrived between me and the other guards."
Now Jon was alert and he narrowed his eyes at this girl as well. "Who are you? How did you get past our men?"
"Ha," the younger girl scoffed. "After living here for eight years I got to know the keep pretty well."
Sansa glanced at her half-brother and he glanced back at her. She turned to the girl in front of the table, "What do you mean by that? We have no time for games."
Arya Stark stared harshly at her sister and half-brother. "Is it really that hard to recognize me?" Both of them seemed confused and Arya just shook her head disappointedly. "Hey Jon," she began, then reached down and grabbed the hilt at her waist.
Davis's eyes widened and he drew his own weapon from his sheath. Jon Snow's eyes went wide as the girl drew her blade. He opened his mouth to command Davos to stop, but then his bottom lip lowered as the girl in front of him spun, disarmed Sir Davos, and spun back just as fast. Davos dropped his own jaw at the young woman's proficiency, but before he could pick back up his sword, he heard his new King call out, "Sir Davos, stand down."
The man looked over at Jon Snow, the King of the North, and slowly nodded his head in confusion. Sansa glanced at Jon and had no idea why he had a look of absolute shock on his face as he looked at this girl with her thin blade held out in front of her. "Oh come on," the younger girl began as she saw Sansa still clueless. "I thought you would recognize me first idiot. Guess you are still just a stupid girl."
Sansa's jaw dropped as this girl was speaking to her like no commander should. "I would remind you that I am Lady Stark-"
"Arya," Jon whispered, his voice barely carrying to the girl in front of the table. Sansa stopped speaking mid-sentence and her eyes started to widen. She glanced at Jon then snapped her gaze back to the girl in front of the table.
Sanaa's jaw dropped and the girl in front of the table just nodded. Arya said in a pretty quiet voice, "It's been a long time." The girl was trying really hard not to sprint up to the table in front of her, keeping her emotions in check as best she could. 'Jon, Sansa, it's really you.'
"That can't be Arya," Sansa stated suddenly. Jon looked at his sister and Arya did the same in more annoyance than her brother. Sansa continued with a harsh glare towards the girl in front of her, "My sister is dead."
"Hey, just because I escaped King's Landing when Dad died, doesn't mean I died." Arya narrowed her eyes at her sister. "I saw you standing right next to the Queen when they ordered Dad's death."
Sansa's eyes were slowly getting larger and she thought back to that day over five years before. "That's impossible," she whispered aloud.
"No," Arya responded in a cold voice. "Nothing, is impossible."
"Where have you been?" Jon asked, his voice full of disbelief. "Why didn't you come back sooner?"
"Come where?" Arya asked skeptically. "Winterfell?" She questioned with a scoff. She continued darkly, "I showed up at the Twins the night of the Red Wedding." Both her sister and half-brother went wide-eyed. She continued darkly, "I was seconds away from seeing mother and Robb again, but they were killed."
"Arya," Sansa whispered, no doubt in her mind that it was really her sister after hearing the tone of the girl's voice right there. "It really is you."
"I recognized you two right off the bat," Arya stated with a little bit of annoyance.
Jon and Sansa could not believe their eyes, but suddenly their bodies reacted to what they were seeing. The two of them hopped up and ran around either side of the table. They sprinted towards Arya, but she backed up away from them. Jon and Sansa saw the movement and they froze themselves. Both wanted to give their younger sister a hug, but she did not look like she wanted one.
"There is only one reason I came back to Westeros." Arya spoke and her words confused her siblings and the knight behind her.
"You were off of Westeros?" Sansa asked confusedly.
Without responding to her sister, Arya continued, "I came home to get revenge. I already started my vengeance. I killed Walder Frey," Sansa, Jon, and Davos's eyes turned huge as the young girl spoke. "I chopped up his children and fed them to him. Then I slit his throat and looked into his eyes as he left this world."
She looked into Sansa's eyes first, then turned to her older half-brother. She lifted up her thin sword in front of her body so it was vertical up in the air. "You gave me this sword Jon. My Needle is yours. Tell me who to kill next, and it will be done."
Only at this moment did Sansa and Jon see just how cold their younger sister's eyes were. Only now did they hear the tone of her voice that showed she would kill whoever he asked her to. Sansa stared at Arya nervously, 'What the Hell have you been doing these past eight years?' When Sansa first believed it was really her sister, she thought her sister had gotten away with a much easier life having escaped from King's Landing. Now that she saw her face to face however, it was hard to tell whether or not she had the more difficult life.
"Arya, I don't need your Needle," Jon began, stepping forward towards his sister. "I'm, so happy you're alive."
"You expected me to die that easily?" Arya asked with a small, fake, laugh. "I am Arya of House Stark. Daughter of Eddard and Catelyn. Sister to Robb, Rickon, Bran, Sansa, and Jon. I will survive as long as my enemies still live." Her siblings started staring at her in awe as she continued darkly, "Illyn Payne, The Mountain, Cersei Lannister. Three more names are on my list," she looked straight into Jon's eyes, "Who do you want me to kill first?"