Hello, people! I am REALLY sorry I couldn't have updated for a long time,

I was just busy. I'll try to update sooner:-)). So, enjoy! GOT belongs to G.R.R.M.

Arya

The Hound groaned in pain and agony. Beric told her to keep Nymeria away. She paid him no heed, she was so happy to have her wolf back. In the end, seeing that the direwolf was not going to attack someone, he surrendered. Thoros started treating the Hound's wounds with water and boiling wine. Afterwards, the red priest told the Hound that fire was next, or else the bite will become infected. He cursed and swore and objected, even when Arya finally looked up and reminded him of Rorge's bite a few years ago. He stood up and kicked the tree he was slumped against.

''Fuck your fire, fuck healing, fuck your Lord! I will not have it!''

Suddenly, Arya knew what to do. She prodded Nymeria and they both set off. The wolf was fast and strong, and so was she. Quick as a snake, she thought. Swift as a deer. She ran all the harder. If only I had a horse. She heard footsteps behind her, catching her up. What do we say to the God of Death? Not today.

''NOT TODAY!'' she yelled aloud. Suddenly, the wolf stopped and whined, exposing her back. Should I really do this? Yes! She climbed on her and wrapped her arms around her neck. Nymeria started off. The world went jingle jingle around her, and all she felt were the huge bumps, all she heard was the wind howling and the wolf's breathing, and all she saw was her grey fur with a fuzz of white, which was the snow. All she thought was to go, to escape. After what felt like a while, she started feeling sick. Finally, they had to stop so that she could retch in the bushes. She lay down in the grass, feeling weak, lightheaded and dizzy, the world still spinning around she suddenly felt Nymeria's muzzle rubbing against her right cheek, Arya lifted her head. The Brotherhood seemed to have disappeared and given up. Thank the gods, she thought as she stood up. She now knew where she will go. Winterfell was too far for her, so she will have to reach the Vale, with Littlefinger. She had never really spoken to him, just caught glimpses of him in King's Landing talking to Sansa. Sansa. She wondered what was her sister doing, and how she escaped King's Landing. She couldn't have anyway, she was too loyal to Joffrey and Cersei. But maybe her sister had changed, and finally seen the monster Joffrey really was, especially when he ordered the beheading of her father. Arya wished she could have killed him herself. Sometimes she pictured herself doing it, skinning him alive. No, that is the Bolton way. I will have to do it the Stark way. Only that it was a clean death by beheading. Or maybe she could do that then let Nymeria eat his flesh. It would be a while yet until she gets home, if she makes it there alive. I hope so, she thought. Hope, determination and strengh will get her home. I hope.

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