Okay, so here I am with ANOTHER fanfic, this time...you guessed it, Game of Thrones~ to those that are following my other fanfics, I promise I am working on those, I have not given up on them! Things have just been really busy and I've sort had some writers block. So I thought I'd write on something new for a while and I'm a huge Game of Thrones fan I thought it was time I took a shot at it!

Now, I am still reading the books~ my best friend Bree got me hooked on the show (Thank you Bree), so the first thing I ever knew about Game of Thrones was the show. I've been watching ever since and I am now starting the books. So this story will be a mixture of the TV series as well as the books~ Sorry if that bothers anyone but it's just what I want to do~ please review~

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES! I AM NOT GEORGE R. R. MARTIN! I DO HOWEVER OWN MY CHARACTER FAOLAN STARK!

Prologue: Lone Wolf

The black direwolf ran as fast as she could-away from the large stone castle, away from the villagers walking by or making their way out of her path, away from it all. The night air was cold and crisp, the dirt felt cool against her padded paws; the wind howled and whipped as she made her way, she wanted away from all the noise and all the people and into the darkness of the forests.

Her father had taken her, her twin brother, and her half-brother out here once to pray with him to the Gods, she sometimes came here when she wanted to be alone. She weaved in and out of the grove of tall white trees with the leaves red as blood; her golden-amber orbs locked onto their craved faces, their hallowed eyes with blood as tears seemed to follow her as she raced by. The direwolf ran deeper into the woods, the faces of the trees still following her, she slowed herself to a trot, she remember this part of the woods, her father's earthy scent covered the place; he had been here many times.

She continued down the dirt path scattered with the fallen red leaves of the trees and patches of soft green grass, the colors here were alive and vibrant unlike inside of Winterfell where the colors were dead and dull, but she guessed it was because this was the home of the Old Gods, there home should be beautiful, mystical, and full of wonderful hues. The direwolf paused for a moment, remembering where she was, her father's scent was stronger here-she ran on, the cold wind whipping throughout her black fur seemed to cause the sensation of freedom to flow through her veins. Many times she had pondered on running away, leaving all the hurt and mockery behind, but she couldn't, she couldn't leave her family-they truly cared for her-but other people, they thought she was a demon, a curse upon her father for being unfaith, and many other things.

Finally she reached her destination-a small area in the heart of the woods, groves of trees normal and ones with faces circled this place, a small pond glistening in the moonlight, and in the center stood an enormous white tree; the tree where her father came and prayed.

She remembered this place perfectly, the wolf walked towards the large tree, it's bleeding eyes watching her as she stopped before it. Her golden-amber eyes met it's hallowed crying ones, its face seemed to be alive while the other faces seemed dead or sleeping. The wolf sat down and slowly laid herself in the dirt and grass, a tear trickled down her fur as she closed her eyes listening to the sounds of the night. The wind rustling throughout the red leaves, an owl hooting in the distance, booted feet coming towards her-the wolf rose quickly, her ears laying flat on her head, a low growl escaped from her mouth full of sharp teeth.

They were approaching fast and she caught a whif of their scents: the burning smell of ale, the fowl stench of manure, and their burning torches. She braced herself, her ebony fur bristled up, standing on ends as she continued to growl, sensing them coming closer and coming for her. "Faolan!" A familiar husky voice called,

The wolf settled herself as the voice called out for her again. Her eyes widened, her father's scent filled her nostrils, her heart hammered inside her as she calmed herself down; she took a step forward; the voice yelled out again and she began to run towards it. The direwolf ran faster now, her claws digging into the dirt with each hastened step she took; the glowing flames of the torches and the outline of a horde of men came into view as she exited the forest. Her eyes were searching for the man who had called her but then her gaze locked onto the group of men before her. Some she knew, some she had never seen before, a mixutre of emotions could be felt within this mob and it seemed tobe cloaking each of them. Relief. Hatred. Violence. Kindness. Fear. The direwolf took a step backward, tucking her tail between her quaking legs.

"Stupid girl," One of the men cursed incoherently, "your father should have ya locked up."He glared narrowing his glazed over eyes at the wolf, he then coughed horribly and spat in her direction.

"Hold your tongue!"

The direwolf glanced over, a tall man who appeared to be in his mid-thirties stood to the side; his chestnut brown hair which was styled half pulled back while the rest of spilled to the tops of his broad shoulders, was blowing in the nightwind. His beard was closely trimmed and well kept and his grey eyes, which met her golden-amber ones, were as soft as the morning fog. His attire was dark like the other men who were with him but different, his long cloak was long and was the pelt of an animal long ago, the shade was a brown so dark it appeared black; under that was a dark brown leather tunic and his hands, which were gloved were made of the same material. Standing behind him were two boys, both appeared to be ten years of age; the one on the left had a head of dark curls and his eyes matched-Jon, her half brother, her father's bastard son. The one on the right had brunette hair and it was pushed back away from his face, his eyes were a pale shade of blue-Robb, her twin brother. Both wore clothing which matched the man before them, their father, Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

Eddard slowly removed his cloak, "Here Robb."He said softly placing it into the hands of his son on the right. His movements were slow and gentle as he knelt down, he outstreched his arms, "Faolan, please come here."He spoke in a hushed voice, beckoning to her.

The direwolf lowered her head and leisurely made her way towards him, "That's my girl."Ned said a crooked grin formed on his face. She sat before him, her head hanging down, ashamed of herself, a low whimper rumbled in her throat. "Shhh, now Faolan," He whispered gently rubbing the spot behind her pointed ears. "Now, how about you change back? For papa?"He grinned.

The direwolf closed her golden-amber eyes and exhaled, suddenly the wolf disappeared and sitting before Eddard was his ten year old daughter, Faolan Stark. The girl was naked and her porcelain skin seemed to shine in the moonlight, she slowly opened her eyes which were now a sapphire blue under her full dark lashes; she glanced up at her father and frowned with tears rolling now her cheeks. "Robb, Jon, wrap the cloak around your sister."Ned replied his hand still stroking his daughter's long black curls.

"Yes father."The boys replied. Faolan's twin brother and half-brother stenched out their father's cloak and then gently wrapped it around their younger sister's trembling body, hiding her nakedness.

"F-Father...I'm sorry."She cried. "But.."She paused, remembering the cruel and harsh words which had provoked her into transforming.

"Shh Faolon."He cooed, she didn't need to explain to him, he knew. "We should get you home. Your mother's worried sick."

Faolan nodded calmly. Her body felt weak, it always did after transforming, she pulled the cloak closer around her small form and attempted to stand but stumbled into her father's arms, which were ready to catch her. "I'll carry you, do not strain yourself."Her father said scooping her up in his arms as if she weighted nothing at all. She closed her eyes as her father turned and walked away with his son, his bastard and his group of men, all heading back to the insides of Winterfell.

Author's Note: Chapter 1 will be ASAP~ I'm working on it as we speak~ Please review :)