Headnote: Hey, this is my first Game of Thrones fanfic. It will include Arya, Syrio, and later on Gendry as main characters aside from the OC. Still have to come up with a name for her... I will follow along the plot as much as possible aside from the fact that the OC is a certain someone's sister that no one knows about except for Syrio! There will be eventual GendryxOC. But I will explain in later chapters how she fits into everything. So please read and review! Hope you enjoy!

I never knew my mother. Syrio, (or papa, in the rare occurrences I use that name) talks about her rarely. He has never given me a description of her looks, but only of her personality. When I was younger I would imagine her in different ways, sometimes with short brown hair and a smile that would bring yet another smile to anyone in sights of her, even though she rarely used it, which made it so special. Or maybe she was a blonde beauty who was a graceful dancer, which would explain my golden hair and blue eyes. If I wasn't in the sun a lot I would probably have white locks. I look nothing like my father, who had dark brown curls poofing out of his head, dark almond eyes, and bushy eyebrows. Yes, we look nothing alike.

The only things that are similar between us are that we are graceful on our feet, as swift as a deer, as slippery as an eel, and are as calm as still water. We think the same way, because his teachings are seared into my mind. Ever since I could walk Syrio started training me in the water dancer profession. It is very difficult, even having 23 years of training, I will admit that every once in a blue moon I will slip, or stumble on a turn, or be a heartbeat late on my timing. Swordplay is also one of my many talents. I could beat all but few of the many knights of the Kingsguard. And for me, I like to know that I can. I would bring it up whenever Syrio would scold me for stumbling on a turn, but he would then reply, "You shouldn't boast about being able to knock a sword from most men's hands, if you cannot say the same for every man's hand."

I would let out an exasperated sigh and return, "But they are not any man's hands, it's the knights of the Kingsguard! And they are supposed to protect Kings Landing, and how can they do that if they can't stop 'a little girl!'" That's what men would say to me, that I'm a "foolish little girl who just has a very great amount of luck on her shoulders", whenever I would beat them in swordplay. I would give them a scoff and then take the money we had bet on. I always win. They're technique is so hard and brusque, that they will fall to their knees when hit on the back of their knee, because it is firmly locked. They would go down and I would raise my blade to their chin and say, "And now you are dead." As my father would say when he would beat me.

I would then remove my blade and grab the money and flee, before they had the chance to all jump on me at the same time and "give me a lesson" as some knights had done the one time it happened when I was young and foolish. These knights had beaten me till I was well bruised and bloody, and when I returned home Syrio put me through three non-stop days of training. I would cry and exclaim "I'm hurt and can barely stand! Please, oh please papa, let me stop! Please, I need rest to heal, not training! I'm just hurting myself more!"

I would whine and cry and he would respond, "Do you want to feel this way again? That pain you feel right now will only happen again in a matter of time… That is if you are not ready, as you were this time. You must train so you can become ready for the next attack. They will not give mercy to you, so why should I? If you expect them to go easy on you because you are a girl, and they learn you are better than them, do you believe they will let you win and steal their gold? No, they will not. They will hurt you and make you bleed, but you must not cry, for you will give them the satisfaction of hurting you. You must fight back, or flee, but whatever you do, do not let them see you hurt for they will continue until you are dead. And then who will give you mercy? Death? No, Death will not give you mercy; he will hurt you more than they had. Which is why you must never give in to Death, he will torture you for the rest of your days in the seven hells."

He then grabs my face and dries my tears, for I have stopped crying while thinking through what he just said. "So sweet child, what have you learned?" he asks me.

"To never let Death catch me." I say.

"And what if he finds you, what will you say to him?"

I thought about my answer for a heartbeat before I answered.

"Not today."