And in his brother's eyes she saw anger…

And somehow she knew that her brother was still in there somewhere…

The silence deafened her, but slowly the grave news crawled its way back into her mind.

The Night King is marching here to Winterfell… To come and take you as his queen… and more than anger, a surge of trepidation rose from within her.

She stood up abruptly with an intense force that brought back the indifference in Bran's eyes.

The Three-Eyed Raven is back, she thought.

"How can you be sure of that?" Sansa asked him with her hands balled into fists at her sides, her knuckles slowly turning white.

"It'd be better if I show you... Let me..." Bran said as he reached out for her hand.

Sansa didn't understand how her brother plans to do it, but she moved forward hesitantly and slowly lifted her hand.

"Will it hurt?" She asked.

"It depends. But I know you are brave. Are you ready?" Bran knew she wasn't.

"Yes."

And with that, Bran gripped Sansa's hand. And in a mere second they were taken to a place too familiar…

A dark, pristine forest surrounded them. She recognized the trees- sentinels, oaks and ironwoods among many others. At the center of it stood the weirwood tree with bark as white as bone, and dark red leaves slightly covered in snow. It should have a melancholy face carved in the bark, but she cannot see it.

We must be behind the heart tree, she thought.

"We're in the godswood…in Winterfell…" Sansa said amusingly as she looked around her.

She used to feel like the old gods were watching her with a thousand unseen eyes whenever she prayed in the godswood in King's Landing. Her faith had slowly thinned out over the years, but looking at the heart tree, she wondered if they could see them. She touched the giant thing curious as to how it would feel like and though it was snowing all around them, she was surprised it was warm to touch.

"It's warm." She mused.

"There is a power in living wood, a power strong as fire." Bran said, talking for the first time since they got there, recalling the words of the boy he once knew.

As if the heat seduced her, she closed her eyes and almost said a prayer but she was quickly pulled out from her enchantment as she heard someone's footsteps. It was her brother.

She had not noticed earlier but then she realized that the boy she was looking at wasn't sitting on a wheelchair, and so for a moment she just stood there…lingering… watching Bran with his back on her, treading through the branches and the roots of the tree. She realized Bran was actually already taller than her, and even though it felt sweet to see him walk again she can't help but ponder on bitter thoughts.

He would have made a handsome and gallant knight… but the gods are wicked... She quickly withdrew her hand from the tree as if it burned her.

"You're walking… How?!..." She called out to him, but her words dissolved into air for Bran, as if not hearing anything continued to walk towards the other side of the tree. Sensing her brother's somberness, she slowly followed him, carefully stepping over two humongous roots planted on the ground.

Everything around her looked beautiful, and she almost forgot why they were there, but then she remembered how the Three-Eyed Raven was supposed to show her something and when she saw her brother standing beside the heart tree with pure grief written all over his face, she then anticipated a nightmare.

But nothing could have prepared Sansa Stark for what she was about to see.

Walking slowly towards him with her eyes on the ground, she heard a girl breathing heavily, sobbing-almost whimpering. She wanted to see who it was, but she didn't dare turn around.

"Do it now, I am not afraid of you." The girl said from behind her.

Hearing the girl utter the words made her clutch her chest with her one hand as she reached her brother's side; her other hand grasped his arm. She turned around with head bent down and eyes still trained on the now icy ground.

I know that voice… She mused. She would have recognized it anywhere…for it was hers.

"Would you like to go back?" Bran asked sensing her discomfort.

"No!" She answered post-haste. "There's no turning back now…" She added.

Slowly she looked up, and the scene before her unfolded like hell…

"There is a power in living wood, a power strong as fire."

-Jojen Reed

I am so sorry for this very short chapter… I planned it to be longer but it might take a while so I decided to just post it anyway… I hope you like it. Again, I'm sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Thank you for your sweet comments from the last chapter!

P.S.: One of my favorite characters in ASOIAF is Bran Stark (although my writing would not justify him), so Jojen Reed has a very soft spot in my heart… He was that person who truly knew the magnitude of Bran's abilities and encouraged him to use them so, as a true friend would.