Arya Stark looked behind her one last time and smiled. It felt good to finally be the one with power. Her gaze settled on the entrance to the great hall at the Twins. The entrance looked completely innocuous, inviting almost. But Arya knew what lay inside; dozens of freshly poisoned Frey corpses, some probably still twitching as the last bits of life seeped out of them. She let loose a sigh of contentment. House Frey was no more. Like House Hoare of Herrenhal so many years ago, House Frey would be shattered beyond repair; any stragglers turned to beggars in this increasingly harsh land. Their house may be remembered, but only for their betrayal and eventual doom. It would be centuries before anyone even thought about violating the guest right again. Arya turned away from the hall, never wanting to see it again. From the moment her mother and brother had been betrayed and slaughtered, the Twins had been nothing but a place of death and corruption with her own massacre being the horrible capstone to this now haunted place.

She began to walk towards the forests leading away from the Twins and instantly noticed something was wrong. A light, brighter and higher than she had ever seen, was slowly hovering above the trees. The light felt wrong, somehow. It was a shade of red she had never seen, and it glowed ominously through the tallest branches. Suddenly the light began to lower itself towards the ground. Thinking quickly, Arya threw off her pack and started rummaging around for something particular. A face. An older face. Whatever that light was, she preferred to look as intimidating as possible to confront it. She chose a burly man's face that she had cut off one of the guards when she had originally infiltrated the Twins to massacre the entire Frey bloodline. She gained some size and stature, still not quite understanding the magic that changed herself when she wore the face. Once her transformation was complete she crept towards the trees to see what the mysterious light was.

Staying low in the bushes, Arya was finally able to get a good look at the light source, and what she saw baffled her. It was some sort of tall black structure, but not nearly tall enough to have produced light above the tree tops. Also, Arya had come through this way before and this structure had definitely not been there then. She felt a chill down her spine and a twinge of fear that she hadn't felt since before she had trained at the temple of the Many-Faced God. She hated being afraid. She quickly forced her fear back down and was about to come out of the bushes to investigate when a sliver of light appeared at the bottom of the structure. The sliver of light got bigger and bigger until an entire rectangle of light with a ramp leading out from it could be seen. Arya jumped back behind the bushes and watched as a robed figure walked down the ramp into the clearing in front of the structure. The figure surveyed the area slowly and eventually its gaze fixed on one point; the spot where Arya was hiding. There was no way he could know where she was Arya thought, but that thought quickly evaporated as the figure spoke.

"Come out of the bushes child." It said in a rough voice lacking any emotion.

Arya's stomach dropped. Not only did it know where she was, it had called her child, even while she wore the burly guards face.

"Don't be afraid. You are of interest to me and in no danger. Come out. Now." The robed figure held out its hand as if it were reaching for her. She thought about running, but at that moment she felt herself become weightless, like some invisible creature had picked her up. She hovered above the ground for a moment before being lurched forward. She landed gently in front of the robed figure and tried standing up from her kneeling position but started to panic when she found she was unable to. It was as if some unseen force held her to the ground.

"I mean you know ill will child." The figure lowered its hand and she felt the weight lift off her. Every instinct in her body told her to run, but somehow she knew that it wouldn't matter. So, she stood up quietly and looked the hooded figure in the face. Because of the hood, shadows obscured its features, and there was nothing to be seen.

"Take off your mask child" he commanded.

So, he knows about the many faces. Arya thought. Interesting. She put her hand to her face and pulled away. The masked face slid off her own and returned her form to that of Arya Stark. She looked up defiantly. She wouldn't allow herself to be afraid. She'd been held captive, beaten, and forgotten as a scared and weak little girl. But not anymore. She had been trained by the best swordsmen in Seven Kingdoms. She had traveled with one of the most hardened and ruthless men she had ever known, and she had trained with deadliest assassins in the world. She was a little girl in form only. But scared and weak? May the old gods and the new save anyone if they made that assumption.

"Remove your hood" Arya said to the figure.

She heard a hiss, and then it responded, "As you wish." The figure threw the hood back and looked down at her. Arya felt her stomach knot up. She had seen many horrible things during the past few years and not much frightened her anymore, but what stood before her terrified her. It was a man. At least, she thought it was a man, or at least something human in form. He was bald and clean shaven, and his entire head was decorated in red and black markings. A ring of horns adorned his brow, almost like a crown. But what terrified her most were his eyes. His irises were fractured shades of red and yellow, and in them was pure hatred and malice. He looked at her and she shrunk away.

"Why do you fear me?" The figure asked, "Did you not just come from that place of death?" He pointed towards the fortress at the Twins. "I know it was you who caused that death." It was a statement, not a question.

"How could you know I…" Arya trailed off struggling to find the appropriate words. "…how do you know that people are dead in that hall? How do you know I killed them?" She seemed in over her head at this point. This man, or creature, seemed to know more than he should. He was quiet for a moment, and then answered. "I can sense death. But I can also feel the hatred within you. And your particular hatred is mixed with satisfaction. The only reason you would be satisfied with death is if you caused it yourself. So, I must know. What brought you to kill the people inside?" He didn't seem angry or shocked, or even scared at the thought of being near a girl who had just killed dozens of men. In fact, he seemed pleased.

"They betrayed my family." She found that she had no problem opening up to this strange figure. "They murdered my brother and mother, and they would have raped and killed me if I had been there as well." The robed man regarded her with his yellow-red eyes, showing no sympathy towards her loss.

"Ah, betrayal. I am familiar with it. Tell me. Has you revenge run its course, or are their still scores you have yet to settle?" he asked.

Arya looked up at the man and was surprised to find herself smiling, "I have a list." She said. "And it's not even close to finished. Why?"

The robed man looked out across the land and then back at her, "I can help you exact your revenge. I can give you the tools to crush your enemies as if they were made of glass. In this primitive land, the powers I can teach you would make you like a god among them. Join me, and you will never fear another living thing again...they will fear you." With that, the man reached out towards a large pine tree and lifted his arm into the air. Arya watched in awe as the tree ripped away from the ground, roots and all, and floated several yards above the gaping hole the roots had left. The man turned his hand causing the floating tree to turn on its side horizontally, and then swung his arm around causing the tree to swing with it, wiping away the remaining trees in the grove. The man flicked his fingers, and the tree flew discarded off to the side as if it were a mere twig. Arya was just about to start explaining that she already had the tools she needed to defeat her enemies, but after that supernatural display of raw power she felt inadequate, like she had before she trained with Syrio Forel, or the Hound, or the faceless assassins. Having resolved long ago to never feel helpless like that again, she made a choice. "I will join you." For the first time since she could see his face the man smiled. Not a happy smile, but a menacing smile.

"Good." He said. "What do they call you child?"

Arya looked into his face with conviction. "I'm Arya Stark. And you?" His smile went away, and his face looked deep in thought. He scanned the area once more.

Finally, he looked back down at her, "I am Darth Maul. Follow me." With that, Darth Maul turned around and walked back to his ship. Arya followed.