No One III

Silent, like a cat. The girl moved through the massive palace where the last light flickered away in the distance. Darkness crept with her as she moved with the shadows to find her target.

Her target: the Dragon King. When the Many Faced God had heard about how he had refused death, the kindly man had given her a mission to set things straight and give him the gift.

She didn't understand why her feelings had come on strong for this mission and why she had a terrible feeling in her chest. She stalked through the palace, maybe when she granted his fate for the gods she would be free from this feeling.

The girl knew she had come around the right corner as guards were scattered all along the hallway leading up to the kings room. When she stepped around the corner, they all stamped their feet down and saluted her with their swords pointed forward.

The girl couldn't understand why they were letting her go so easily through to the king but as she took one step forward, half the men's heads transformed from human to dragons.

She crept forward, past two of the guards that hissed fire at her and then the other half turned into wolves who looked on fondly. There were seven of them, that set their eyes up upon her, they didn't growl or attack her. They just watched her walk down the long hallway towards the room of the Dragon king.

As she came to the door, a part of her was glad to see something so familiar and her hand instinctively reached out to the last wolf.

When her hand finally found the last wolf's soft furry head, she let out a whimper, her legs almost gave way at the touch. Her mind danced in every direction, she had done this before in another life or one where she knew she was more than no one.

The wolf suddenly sat up straight on its four legs, clearly a lot bigger than she was, and nodded its head towards the door for her to enter.

Her hands fumbled on the door handle, trying to sneak in as quiet as possible, when she entered it didn't to look like a room fit for a king. Her mind raced trying to figure out where she had seen this room before but before she could think, the king grunted in his sleep and rolled over to his side. She couldn't see his face and she couldn't care less, now moments away from his death.

She crept over to the end of the bed and noticed another figure lying next to him, she grasped her blade and pulled it out and stalked over to his side.

She whispered for her god to give her strength, plunging the knife into his back, each strike seemed to not hit anything, as if he had already been stabbed. She turned him onto his back.

His face. She gasped and jumped back, she remembered something, something buried deep, a moment in time where she was loved and cared about, warmth filled her heart. She put her bloodied hand against her heart and looked to the wolves that all entered, one by one the massive beasts growled and surrounded her.

"Its me, Ayra" she cried, falling to her knees.

"I'm sorry, it's really me" she begged, her heart felt like it had been ripped apart as she struggled for breath between her painful sobs. The massive wolf approaching her had its white fangs bared as it stopped right in front of her as the second figure sat up.

"You are no Stark!" The face of her sister Sansa shouted at her.

Then the wolf lunged at her and Arya awoke with a fright, Tyrion peering down over her.

"Oh" Tyrion said, unable to make more words come to his lips as he looked down at Needle buried several inches into his chest.

"I'm sorry," she whispered frantically, jumping up out of the bed. "It's only a flesh wound!" She said, pulling her sword out and using her hand to stop the small trickle of blood escaping from the pinprick-sized hole. She tried to help lower him towards the bed but failed miserably, he toppled over and smashed his head against the wooden frame.

"Nooo.. no… noo." Arya stood there in shock.

"Tyrion, I'm sorry, I forgot where I was. Are you alright?" Arya managed to get out, turning his body onto his back.

"Tyrion, wake up," she slapped his face and still nothing. His belly moved up and down as she placed her hands over the hole in his chest, blood pouring through her fingers as she sat there frozen.

"Don't die, Tyrion please. You saved me and took me in. How can I pay you back when you're dead" She pulled off her face, revealing her real features and moved her hands away from his chest to slap him again.

"Arghhh," Tyrion moaned finally, snapping open his eyes and looking to Arya.

"I know that face" he managed to say before slumping back, unconscious.

"Fuck, I'll be right back." She pulled herself up and raced out of her room.

Arya closed the door silently, looking in both directions to see if anyone had been alerted. When she realized it was still dark and the coast was clear, she ran down the massive hallway in search of the kitchen.

Ayra skidded around the corner and slammed face first into a soft round belly, she fell on to her bum and looked up to a balding man smiling down at her.

"Ah, you're awake young one. Where's Tyrion, he said he was off to wake you?" He lifted his hand down to help her up.

Ayra bit her lip and grabbed a hold of his hand as he pulled her up. She didn't know if this man could be trusted, he seemed like a familiar face but couldn't figure out where she had seen him.

"Umm" she bit her lip again, trying think of something to get him away from her so she could help Tyrion. "He said he needed to go into town and see a blacksmith..." then it hit her "Gendry!" she said a little too loud and man simply smiled down at her "Ah yes, a good boy, that one," he said and Arya just stood there, a part of herself flashed in her memory meeting him here in town, he would help her.

"Past the bridge and second building on your right" he said to her still smiling innocently.

"Thanks?" She halved thanked halved realized he was giving her direction.

"Hmmm, there is something rather familiar about you." He said, rubbing his chin but before he could question her the sound of a door down the hall crashed in, they both looked at each other startled by the noise, Ayra poked her head around the corner and gasped.

A small boy stood holding a wooden box with three guards as one of them kicked open her door, the small boy looked in her direction and shook the guards armor pointing in her direction, he nodded to his friends and moved in her direction.

'What was that my, sweet child?" The bald man asked, startling her.

"Nothing' she quickly reassured him and took off into the kitchen, leaving him there smiling fondly at her antics.

"Ah, to be a child again." Ayra heard the man sigh, leaving out the back door into darkness.

Arya caught her breath, leaning up against the side of the building down the stone road, she heard shouting coming from inside the kitchen and took off again, she retried to retrace her steps, but for the life of her she couldn't remember anything leading up to meeting Gendry, only his blue eyes piercing hers in the night.