Hello everyone!

Please be welcomed to my new story! I plan to update this one weekly.
This will be centered around Sansa as she comes back to her childhood body with all of her memories from what happens in GOT. This will be highly AU with a focus on both the Old Gods and the Seven.
The events of Season 1 will start in chapter 6. Also, the story will be arranged into 8 cycles of 7 chapters.
This is the prologue, it is very short and the length is not representative of what's to come.

Anyway, reviews are appreciated, positive or negative though try to remain constructive and polite!

Without further ado, please enjoy!

The Stranger takes the life away,
 when us men have done our day.
His sweet kiss leads us on his way,
and he kills the little children.

The Crone is very wise and old,
and sees our fates as they unfold.
She lifts the lamp of shining gold,
to lead the little children.

The Maiden dances through the sky,
she lives in every lover's sigh.
Her smile teaches the birds to fly,
and give dreams to little children.

The Mother gives the gift of life,
and watches over every wife.
Her gentle smile ends all strife,
and she loves her little children.

The Warrior stands before the foe,
protecting us where e'er we go.
With sword and shield and spear and bow,
he guards the little children.

The Smith, he labors day and night,
to put the world of men to right.
With hammer, plow and fire bright,
he builds for little children.

The Father's face is stern and strong
he sits and judges right from wrong.
He weighs our lifes, the short and long,
and loves the little children.

The Seven Gods who made us all,
and listening if we should call.
So close your eyes, you shall not fall,
 they hear you, little children.
Just close your eyes, you shall not fall,
they see you, little children.

Prologue

"You're perfect, aren't you? Praying…" "Lady Stark… You might survive us yet." "Look around you. We're all liars here. Every one of us is better than you." "The Gods have no mercy that's why they're gods." "You'll be running all your life. Terrible things happen to your family and you weep. You sit alone in a darkened room mourning their fates. You've been a bystander to tragedy from the day they executed your father. Stop being a bystander, stop running." "Women in our position must make the best of our circumstances." "The more people you love, the weaker you are. You'll do things for them that you know you shouldn't do. You'll act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe. Love no one but your children. One this a woman has no choice." "Lady Sansa is a Bolton. Or is she a Lannister? I've heard conflicting reports." "There is no justice in the world, not unless we make it." "We need to trust each other. We can't fire war amongst ourselves." "You've changed, little bird. None of it would have happened if you left King's Landing with me." "Sometimes when I try to understand a person's motive, I play a little game. I assumed the worst." "I would never have survived what you survived." "You're not alone. The North remembers." "Don't fight in the North or in the South. Fight every battle, everywhere, always, in your mind." "The North is free thanks to you." "When the snow falls, and the white winds blow. The lone wolf dies but the pack survives."… "Winter is coming."…

"The Queen in the North!"

They say when you die you see flashes of the most important memories of your life. This was not true for the Queen in the North. As she laid dying on her bed, in the chamber of the Lord in Winterfell, she did not see anything. She heard. She heard all the voices of those who had mattered in good or in bad. She heard all the defining moments of her short and miserable life. She heard all the advices, all the mistakes, all the sorrows and all the joys. Though the latter were scarce. She heard the laughter of Arya and Bran. She heard the love of her parents. She heard Robb's overconfidence and his mistakes. She heard Theon's doubt. She heard the cursed booming voice of King Robert in Winterfell. She heard Joffrey's snarls. She heard Cersei's miserable grins. She heard Margeary's manipulation. She heard Tyrion's jape and attempts to help. She heard Lysa's madness above the moon door. She heard Littlefinger's false glaring eyes when he told her that he would protect her. She heard Ramsay's cruelty. She heard Jon's suffering at not knowing who he was. She heard Lyanna's smartness. She heard Rickon die. She heard Arya killing their enemy. She heard Sandor's pride at her. She heard Daenerys' disaster unravel while she stood powerless. She heard Tormund's refreshing laugh. She heard her own pain when she let her siblings go for the last time on the pier of King's Landing. She heard her bannermen trusting her. She heard Maester Wolkan's voice. "The infection has caught in your guts your Grace… I fear you have crabs in the belly. There is no cure… I can give you milk of the poppy for the pain if you would like." Brave man… He had been loyal and helpful the last four years even if he could never replace Luwin.

"Thank you." She thought, or rather hoped, she whispered with her dying breath.

I don't want to die. I want to see Arya again and see everything she has discovered. I want to see Jon, tell him I'm sorry and bring him back to Winterfell, consequences be damned. I want to have a son and hold him in my arms. I want to restore House Stark. It cannot die with me. I'm scared. Gods I wished Mother was here, and Father, and Robb, Bran and Rickon. Please, Stranger! I know I prayed to you before, to take me away, to save me from the Red Keep, or from Lysa, or from Petyr, or Ramsay. But please! I can't die! I have to right the wrongs I have done with my stupidity throughout the years. I need to have another chance! This cannot be the end. Please!

"Your wish has been granted." She could swear she heard.

Her eyes flung open in a panic. She sat up in the bed looking all around her to see where the voice had come from. She saw no one, but she saw things, that were not there when she died. She died, right? It had felt like dying. But then…

How could she be in the Seven Heavens? She had done so many mistakes. Surely, she would not spend her afterlife in the Seven Heavens. But if this was not the Seven Heavens then what was it? Why was she in her… girlhood room? Why did she feel the sweet chill of summertime in Winterfell? Just like when she had been a child. She looked at her hands and legs. Why were they so small? They had not been this small in over ten years. She walked to the simple looking glass in the corner of her room. Her face was so round, pretty but chubby, like a small child. She looked ten namedays old.

Actually… What if she had heard right before waking up? Your wish has been granted. Her wish? For another chance? Had she been sent back in time? Her lips started to tremble when she fathomed the possibility. If she had truly gone back in time, then… she would get the chance to change things. To save her family. Could the Gods truly be merciful? No… she had only prayed to the Stanger. The god no one prayed to. The god everyone was afraid of. She started to laugh. Even in death she was learning that all she thought she knew when she was a summer child is actually false. Yes, she was convinced of it now. She was not dead anymore, she had come back to life in her ten years old body, in her ten years old self. She could not control the hysterical laugh that rolled into her neck.

"What in the Seven Hells?" She half-laughed, half-cried.

I hope this prologue makes you want to read the story!
I know it is short and therefore, I will be uploading the first chapter immediately (then it will be weekly).

Don't hesitate to tell me what you thought about it!