Wow this got a lot hits really fast, so here is a second chapter for you, I hope that it will be to your liking. There is a slight time skip now, to when the Starks are leaving winterfell, Bran still becomes crippled.
I walked away from the smithy, the bastard longsword I had ordered from him weeks ago strapped to my side, Morghon walking next to me, and Jon on the other side of me. The two of us barely spoke to each other. In his hand was the sword that we had commissioned for Arya. We ran into Jaime Lannister, and he mocked Jon a bit for joining the Night's Watch, but unlike normally. I didn't stand up for him, because I agreed with Jaime.
When we reached Arya's room, we entered and saw her repacking her chest, when she saw us she gave an exasperated sigh.
"Septa Mordane said my things weren't properly folded," She said, and tossed the shirt she was holding into the bag, "Who cares how their folded it's going to get messed up anyway."
"I wish I could relate Arya, but Septa Mordane doesn't really give a fuck about my shit." I said and Jon shook his head, the said, "Well at least you have help."
"Watch this," Arya said, and turned to Nymeria, "Nymeria, Gloves."
Nymeria turned her head to the side, as if confused. I raised my eyebrow as Arya repeated the command.
"Impressive," Jon and I said almost simultaneously, and we looked at each other, and he gave me a slight grin, but I brushed it off, my demeanor remaining frosty towards him.
"We have something for you," Jon said, and walked over to her, and began walking towards her, "And it has to be packed very carefully."
"A present," She said, her eyes sparkling with wonder as I closed the door.
He then brings out the rapier that we had gotten for her, and her face lit up with happiness.
Jon looks at her seriously as he holds it, "This is not toy."
Then he draws the blade from its scabbard, and hands it to her. When she reaches out for it, I say, "Careful you don't want to cut yourself."
She takes it in her hand, and smiles slightly, then looks at us, "It's so skinny."
"So are you," Was Jon's quick response.
"We had the blacksmith make it for you special," I said, looking at her, a smile on my face, "It won't cut a man's head off, but it will poke him full of holes if your quick enough, I'll teach you what I can during the trip."
"You'll teach me?" She said, her eyes looking like her birthday had come early.
"Everyday," Was my response, causing Jon to smile, as he asked, "Do you like the balance?"
"I think so," Arya said, as she rubbed the blade fondly. Jon bent over and touched the tip of the blade with his finger, "First lesson, stick em with the pointy end."
We all smiled, then Jon said, "I'm going to miss you."
Arya goes to hug Jon, with the sword still in hand.
"Careful," He said, and Arya stops, and looks at him sheepishly, then sets her sword down gently and hugs Jon tightly.
"All the best swords have names," Jon said, and I smile and shake my head.
"Sansa can keep her sew needles, I have a Needle of my own."
Jon then put her down and I stayed with Arya for a short while, helping her so that she doesn't have to pack all over again. Nymeria and Morghan helping us as we go along.
When we finished, several of the stark men took her chest and took it to the carriage for us.
"Come on, let's go say goodbye to Bran," I told Arya, and the two of us walked through the halls to Bran's room. As we enter, Lady Stark gives me a piercing glare.
"Leave," She said as Arya went over to Bran, her eyes glaring holes into my skull.
"I just want goodbye to my brother 'My Lady'," I replied, returning her glare wil equal force.
"Half-brother," She snapped, her lips pursed in a thin line as I walk into the room and walk over next to Arya, who had given Bran a kiss on the forehead.
"Hey there Bran," I said, kneeling next to his bed, "I know even though your asleep still, you can hear me, I'm expecting for you to get better, I didn't spend all that time teaching you to use a bow so you could die before you could use it."
Arya gave a wet chuckle from next to me, and I smiled at her, "And when you get better, you can come down and see us, or go up to see Jon at the wall, and smack him upside the back of the head. Get better Bran, get better little Brother."
I looked up from Bran, and met Lady Stark's fury ridden gaze.
"I want you to leave," She said angrily, and I stood, Arya left with me, sending her mother a glare and leaving without even speaking to her. As soon as the door closed she began muttering angrily under her breath.
"It's ok Arya, I'm used to it." I said, a hint of the frustration I was feeling leaking into my voice.
"But you shouldn't have to be used to it," She said looking at me, he voice filled with the wolf defiance, "You are just as much a Stark as I am!"
I smiled sadly down at her and ruffled her hair a bit, "I know, but the world doesn't see it that way."
"Then the world is wrong," She simply said, and walked towards the carriage that would hold her Sansa and Septa Mordane.
That very woman walked with Sansa into the courtyard, and I got my customary glare from both of them as they walked along. Causing me to sigh, and tilt my head back.
"You seem a bit peeved," Robb said walking up to me, Grey Wind at his side.
"Because I am, Jon's leaving to the wall, Bran's injured, your mother is still being a bitch to me and I'm heading to Kings landing with father and the girls." Was my reply, "But at least I have some support."
"Damn right you do," Robb replied as we walked to the stables to get my horse, "Don't worry, when I become the lord of Winterfell, things will change."
"All right mount up were moving out," I heard Jory Cassel shout, and I gave Robb a hug and said, "Watch over the boys for me, keep Rickon out of trouble, and keep Theon from breaking too many hearts."
"Don't worry I will, Watch out for Sansa and Arya," Was his response as we broke apart and I mounted my horse.
"See you when we return," I said.
"We'll be waiting for you when you do." Was his response as I rode out of the stable, Morghan running next to my horse.
I quickly caught up with Father and Jon, but almost as soon as I did so, we reached the point at which we would have to seperate.
"There's great honor serving in the night's watch, The starks have maneed the wall for a thousand years," Father said to Jon, and I resisted the urge to snort at that, sure once maybe that was what the order stood for, now it was just an escape for common criminals.
"Is our mother alive, does she know anything about us and where we're going, does she care," Jon asked and my head shot up, hoping beyond hope that he would give us something, anything about her.
Father gave a sigh, then looked over to me, then said, "Then next time we are all together, we will talk about your mother, I promise."
I look at the ground, angrily thinking how foolish it was to get my hopes up. Father road away, leaving Jon and I alone.
"Take care of yourself you hear," I say to him, and he snaps his head up, this being the first time I had directly spoken to him in almost two weeks, "I don't want to get a Raven telling me that some wildling or murderer got to you, then I'd have to come up there and kill the bastard responsible."
Jon looks at me, and I look away from him, tears glistening in my eyes.
"I'll miss you Rys," He said, and I nodded my head, "I'll miss you too."
We met each others eyes again, then gave each other a nod, then rode our separate directions.
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I was riding slightly away from the rest of the company, enjoying the landscape as I rode along, when I heard someone ride up next to me. I look over and see the white and gold armor of the kingsguard and the bright blond hair of Jaime Lannister.
"Mind if I ride with you?" He asked, and I shrugged and looked away.
"Your different than the other Starks," He said matter of factly, and i saw fit to correct him.
"I'm not a Stark, I'm a Snow."
"Well, finally I get a word out of you," Was his overconfident response. I turned my full attention onto him, and raise my eyebrow skeptical, trying to figure out exactly what he was attempting to do.
"You remind me of my brother when he was your age, quiet, calculating, measuring people by their actions," He said, a grin on his face, "So how do I measure up to the stories told by your father."
I hesitate slightly, then ask, "Will you take offence if I speak bluntly?"
"No not at all, I have undoubtedly heard worse."
"Well, you kind of remind my of Theon, you are very frivolous, and seemingly careless to the ruin left in your path, you toy with women's hearts, but you don't bed them, so that makes me think you still take your oath seriously, which raises up the question, if you take your oath seriously, then why would you kill the mad King, granted he had it coming, but if you were willing to keep the smallest part of the oath."
I trailed off, seeing his genuinely surprised look, and I raise my eyebrows, and he realises that I was expecting an answer. He looks at me long and hard, and then asks, "Are you implying that you want to hear my side of the story?"
I nod my head then say, "Sure, the landscape was getting boring anyway, and I know from experience that there is always another side of the story."
"You hear of Wildfire?" He asked, and I nodded.
"Of course you have, well, the mad king was obsessed with it, your grandfather wasn't the first, nor the last to burn," He said, and I saw the pain on his face, "He burned his enemies, and anyone who was against him. Before long half the county was against him, so he had his Pyromancers place cases of wildfire all around the city, even under the red keep itself. The when the day of reckoning came, and my father's armies were at the gate. I begged him to surrender peacefully, but the mad king didn't listen to me. The mad king let them in under the influence of Grand Maester Pycelle, and my father began to sack the city. I came back to him again and begged him again to surrender, he told me to bring him back my father's head, then turned to his Pyromancer, and he told him to 'burn them all.' I killed the Pyromancer first, then when the king turned to flee, I drove my sword into his back. He kept repeating over and over in a chant, 'Burn them all,' and I don't think he expected to die, no he thought he would burn with the rest of us, and rise again as a mighty dragon and obliterate his enemies, I slit his throat to make sure that didn't happen."
"You saved hundreds of thousands," I said, looking at him with understanding, "and my father branded you an oathbreaker."
"He didn't even bother to hear my side, not many do, you're an interesting one Ris Snow." He said to me, and road off, leaving me to think of what I had just heard.
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Dream
I see a large area that the convoy has stopped at, then I see myself teaching Arya how to fight with two long branches, Morghan and Nymeria playing nearby, we practice long and hard. But we were interrupted by the screech of Sansa's voice. The prince them began to mock the both of us, and then he attacked me, and Arya attacked him from behind, he knocked her down and began to threaten to stab her with the blade. Nymeria reacting to the threat upon her mistress bit Joffrey's arm, causing him to drop his sword, Arya grabs it and throws it into the waters of the river. The image blurs and I see all of us standing before the queen and She called for all of our wolves to be butchered because of Joffrey's arm, and father goes out and kills all three of them quickly and painlessly.
Dream end
I shot up from the position I was sleeping in, my breathing erratic as I reached over to where Morghan was sleeping next to me, she raised her head, and looked at me concerned. I hug her closely, and I wonder what the hell that was, I never dreamed that lucidly.
Dun Dun Daa, what is it, does she have the greensight or is it something else. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review, it always shows that the more reviews the more my creativity wants to work.