Arella looked up into his cold pale eyes and blinked once before kicking him in the groin and then once in the face. She smiled down once at his coiled body and then began running toward the horses.

She was faster than the bastard and by the time he was standing and running after her, she already had a black stallion and was riding south, to find the only family she had left. She wondered if they would recognize her without her long, flowing, ebon hair; without her hand-me-down gowns that were from Lady Catelyn, who was only a little larger than her in the breast area, but still fit her well enough; and lastly without a smile on her face.

The bastard was running behind her on a horse; she could hear him.

She wouldn't let him scare her. If he did catch up, she'd kill him as easily as she killed those other men, and if she did die, at least maybe she'd see her mother, Measter Luwin, Ser Rodrick, and even Lord Eddard. She wondered if she would get to see Lyanna. She had heard many stories about Lyanna from both Lord Eddard and her mother; her mother once told her that Arya was a lot like Lyanna...always rebelling and acting up.

She had replied with "But Arya wasn't as beautiful, because I heard Lyanna was a great beauty, that even Rheagar Targaryen wanted her and her hand was the reason for Robert's Rebellion."

"Well that's just not true. Lyanna looks more like Arya than any of the other Stark children look like their father or mother, well, accept Jon, he looks like a Stark, even though he is forced to be called a Snow. But that's just fine, because I love Snows."

Arella ran down one of the men that had woken and stood before her, and she ran down the next, leaving the rest to fearful to move.

"I will skin you and give your stupid whore corpse to the dogs!" she heard Ramsay scream after her as she found a fair enough road and forced the beautiful black stallion to ride harder, even though he was tired. Arella knew she could ride as long as the horse was alive; she was a skilled rider. She just worried that Ramsay was as skilled as she.

She knew they'd been riding for hours with her leading when the sun began to rise far off in the distance and her horse began to weaken beneath her and she could faintly hear Ramsay falling farther and farther behind, breathing hoarsely. They had passed many things and even gone through the waters of the Weeping Water in which the Dreadfort lay.

"You can't ride forever, Bastard!" she shouted behind her shoulder, pressing on harder when she heard him groan angrily.

She had to distract herself or she would weaken and if she weakened that meant her life and any hope of saving Arya and Sansa.

She tried remembering things that happened when she was young, before the King...my father, she thought, came to Winterfell. She remembered faintly playing through out the castle, running after Jon when they were younger, only nine if she remembered correctly. They were both bastards and they both knew they didn't really belong where they were, in the place in which the Starks' resigned, but had the kindness of the Starks that most Bastards didn't have from their Lords.

Jon was laughing at her when she fell and tears began to fill in her eyes.

He abruptly stopped laughing and walked over to her and touched her skinned knee and frowned, looking up into her eyes and whispering, "Will you be okay?"

She nodded and knocked him down, tickling his belly and watching proudly as he began to laugh so hard tears filled his eyes.

The rest of the memory she couldn't recall so she began to think of the times she and Sansa used to try on dresses and play with each others hair.

"Your hair is prettier than mine," Sansa murmured, running her comb through Arella's long black hair, beginning to braid it.

Arella laughed aloud and replied, "Your hair color is prettier."

Sansa giggled and whispered her thanks and finished braiding Arella's hair before she sat down on her bed and ordered Arella to sit beside her and play with some of her many dolls. Sansa's favorite was a porcelain one with black painted straw hair and a blue gown; she didn't like it when Arella touched it without asking.

"She looks a lot like you," she smiled, placing the doll beside Arella's face and nodding like a nice little highborn lady did when she was happy. "She should be yours."

Sansa placed the doll in Arella's lap and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, whispering, "Don't tell Jeyne I gave it to you, she'll have a fit and spoil everything, like she always does."

The image in her mind changed to one of Arya, standing in her doorway, wearing boy's breeches and a loose fitting tunic. In her right hand she held a skinny little sword she said Jon gave to named Needle. She showed both sides to Arella and smiled proudly up at the older girl.

"Nobody knows about it, so don't tell...you think you could show me how to use it when we get back home," she asked, putting the sword down on Arella's bed, sitting down beside it. "I know about Ser Rodrick teaching you how to use a sword and I know he'll never teach me and Jon is leaving and no one else will want to..."

"Arya!" Arella laughed, putting her hand over the small girl's mouth, laughing when she licked it. "Sure I'll teach you. Only if you promise me something."

"What?" Arya asked happily, her face happier than she'd ever saw it before.

Arella stood up and picked up the girl and twirled her around and around, laughing as she set her down and she stumbled. When they were both done laughing and were settled down, Arella whispered, "Come back to me, okay? Don't ever forget the North."

"How could I ever forget the North, you silly bastard?"

The image changed once more and before her was Jon, standing tall and proud, in all black and the snow falling leisurely upon his black hair. He was leaving, as nearly all of them were, but the only difference was that he wasn't going to come back. He was going to go to that stupid Wall and leave her forever and forget her; leave her alone with all these highborn lovely people that weren't like her.

"Why are you going to that silly ice Wall?" she whispered, not able to meet his eyes because if she did, she'd cry and wouldn't be able to stop them from falling and falling. "Why are you leaving?"

He looked off into the distance and murmured, "I'm to be a man of the Night's Watch and protect the realm."

"Please don't go, Jon, don't leave," she grabbed his hand and held it for a moment, squeezing it, when he pulled back, placing his hand under her chin and forcing her to meet his eyes, that were so beautiful and reminded her a the sky before a storm.

"Arella, I have to leave. You'll be fine, everything will be okay. My father will return when he can and so will the girls. Everything will be normal again soon enough and you won't even remember the bastard that was in the background at all times."

"Is that why you're leaving me, Jon," she murmured hoarsely, her tears finally falling free. "Because you're always in the background? You're my best friend Jon. Do you know how much I love you?"

Jon pulled her in and hugged her for a long moment, kissing her forehead before leaning back and saying, "I love you too, Arella. I will never forget you and when I take my Oath, I promise you even then, I won't forget you."

And that's when she heard him stop dead behind her, the Bastard of Bolton, defeated . "I will find you soon enough, girl, and I will have that bastard cunt of yours and then your skin."

"Sure you will!" She laughed, hoping he was wrong and she would never have to look into those evil pale eyes of his.

Sorry for so much Jon and Arella action...lol...

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