Jon awoke in a daze, as if just leaving a dream. He could see the sun peaking through his windows. Jon found himself wearing his old clothes. Nothing relating to the Night's Watch was in sight. He was surrounded by the familiar walls of Winterfell. Had he been dreaming the entire time? The story flickered in images behind his eyes. Surely it was too long to be just a simple dream?

Then he thought of Arianne. Her piercing eyes, her long dark hair, and the way she seemed to move like a small dancing girl yet swung a sword as excellent as any man twice her height. Jon thought about their conversations and her weird tellings of the future. He thought about their lips meeting. And how she smelled of rain. A worker of fates? She couldn't actually be real.

It had to be a dream, he convinced himself.

Jon found it harder to believe that as the day week progressed. He recalled conversations before they happened and meals before they were served. Jon Snow lived in a fog. He was confused by everything, and more frightening, worried about the future if he did really live it all before. On the final morning, he realized that just might be the case as the Stark clan chased after a Night's Watch deserter. As the day wore on, Jon's head became fuzzy. When the Starks made their way into the forest, Jon's head came a buzz, aching in pain. They found the direwolf with antlers in its neck. Jon walked to the tree, tracing his hand on the bark as he circled around it. On the ground layed a small white ball of fluff. Ghost. His stomach turned, almost shoving his lunch back up as he picked up Ghost.

That was when the Starks heard the rustling of trees and the yells of a child. They released their swords, looking across the trees for the source. Within seconds, a little boy, no older than Rickon came through the tree line towards the Starks. Ned holstered his sword, stepping forward as the child near. His cries echoed as he got closer. "Help! You have to help me."

Ned caught him by the arm. "What's happening child? Why are you running?"

"We were traveling through the woods when we ran into a guy. He was killing a wolf when we came across him…. and then…. and then…" he sobbed.

"Its ok child, I'm sure you did what you needed to do. You're safe now." He hushed the child. "Theon, take small ones and the pups and head back to Winterfell. Rob, Jon, lets go find this bandit."

Theon wanted to protest, but Ned was quick to start walking deep into woods from which the young boy came. Rob and Jon raced behind him, their hand never swaying to far from their swords. Through a patch of bushes and a stream, They could hear swords clanking and an animal snarling. As they broke through the last tree line they could hear a clash of swords and a grunt. Both fighters fell, the large man onto his face, a small girl onto her knees. Ned looked into the eyes of a giant beast across from him, and stopped him movement. As Jon moved to stand next to Ned, the hairs on his body seemed to stand on end. He instantly recognized the girl. Her hair was longer, even pulled back. Her dark cloak was replaced with one of simpler fabric and of autumn color.

She looked up at the men, exhausted. The wolf growled at them just a few feet from her. She reached out her hand towards him. The wolf picked up his ears, and trotted to her side. Using the wolf as leverage, she hoisted herself up to her feet. Her eyes locked with Jon's.

Jon, if for only a moment, finally felt a moment of clarity after weeks of fogginess. "Are you ok, lad? You have a good amount of blood on you." Ned asked, stepping closer.

They met in the middle of the small clearing. "Most of it isn't mine." she smiled wearily. "I had no choice but to fight him."

Her bag started rustling. The small head of a firely orange direwolf pup emerged from the opening. He nuzzled his head into the side of her next.

"Whats your name?' Rob asked.

"Arianne."