A/N: Hi y'all it's been a while. It was good to read your reviews and what you think of the story. Hope to hear more from you. Just to let you know I got my amazing friend, beccahyuga03, to actually proofread this chapter now that she's not busy and found sometime in her schedule. So hopefully there are not too many mistakes in grammar. Hopefully you guys enjoy the chapter.

"Thank you!" I yelled as an afterthought when I heard the person on the other side begin to leave. I felt my body sag in relief so much so I moved from my corner and slowly moved towards where I heard his voice come from. I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't see, although I am able to decipher shapes in the darkness as my eyes adjusted nicely to the lack of light this environment has provided me with. My worst nightmare was forced upon me.

The darkness is one of the things keeping me in the room. Without light I am unable to locate an exit, if there was one to begin with. I've tried many times in the beginning to follow the direwolf out but every time I tried to pursue him, he would growl and push me to the corner where I could neither feel or see which direction he went in after he walked away. I don't get it. I could have been out of here long ago.

You don't get a lot of things.

I rub my face and sigh, leaning against the wall from where I heard the voice.

He'll be back soon. Cregon. I told him my name was Sandra, in a state of panic, as I feared that harm would come to me if he were to know my true identity. It was my name before all this mess occurred so it wasn't a complete utter lie yet it wasn't the whole truth either. Thoughts such as 'What if the man on the other side was bad. He may seem nice, like a savior even, but that doesn't mean he truly is. I'm a naked girl from a famous and wealthy family' led me to blurt out my alternative name Sandra, thus reducing my value in the world. Who would've thought my old name would make me feel safer and less important.

I hope he is nice. "God please, let this man be good and not some psycho." Worry began to course through my body. My heart began to pound and I could feel myself become sweaty. My limbs shook and I lost balance, falling to the floor.

"NO!" I breathe in and out. I push my thoughts out of my head and try counting aloud softly in order to overpower my thoughts. I hate it when this happens. It had happened a lot after my mother died in my old life. I would have these episodes every time something stressful was going on or I was thinking about it. I hated it. It was proof of how weak I was. How hopeless I was at doing things on my own. When I was born in this world these episodes vanished but then I got stuck in here and I was left with darkness and my own thoughts which are honestly a very toxic duo. There isn't a single thing out there in the world that stresses me out more than my thoughts.

"Sandra, I'm back." I hold my breath. I'm no longer sure if I should trust him. Before I felt relief and excitement at hearing somebody's voice and now I am drowning in panic and fear. "Sandra?" I feel myself tremble and bring my limbs closer to me. "Sandra, what's wrong?" I hear pounding on wood from somewhere behind me. I shut my eyes and cover my ears from the banging which was resonating in my skull. Oh God. What should I do?

As we get closer to where Cregon said he heard a young girl's voice, I could feel my body vibrate with anticipation. "Sandra, I'm back." I look at Cregon as he goes up to the closed wooden door which seemed to have survived the years as it has no rot or decay on its surface. "Sandra?" He calls again after no answer. He makes an attempt at wiggling the latch and banging the door. "Sandra, what's wrong?"

"Cregon." I call and motion for him to be silent. I could feel something amongst the walls. There was warmth. I closed my eyes and suddenly I knew where I was going. I knew this place. I've been here several times in memory. I feel my body move unconsciously. Knowing where to go and what to do. My hand presses against a wall. I feel something rise to the surface and mingle with me. My essence. Then the wall gave way under my touch. Something bumps my legs and I look down with my eyes open. At my feet curled into a ball is a skinny dirty child with long matted hair. I knew instantly it was Sansa not only from the times I've seen her in my dreams but from her presence alone. I could feel an aura of warmth exuding from her body. It's something that she has always given off though I never gave it much thought until now that I feel it once more. The tension that has been with me since I heard the news of her disappearance dissipates. My body becomes lax and I slowly let myself fall to one knee before my daughter.

"Sansa." I say. "Sansa. Sansa." I gather her in my arms. She's still in a tight ball, her small middle fingers in her ears and eyes closed shut. I took her hands and moved them away as gently as I could and cupped her small face in my hands. "Sansa. Darling, look at me." I kiss her temple. She stiffens even more before she slowly relaxes. She tries to open her eyes but then shuts them again before she blinks multiple times trying to adjust to the fire's light. She finally looks at me squinting.

"Dad?"

"Sansa." I smile. After days, weeks I found her alive. " I missed you."

"Daddy. Daddy!" Suddenly she luges herself at me and wraps her tiny body around me. "Daddy, you're here!? It's you?" Her voice coming out muffled from having her face buried in the crook of my neck. "I can't believe it's you!" I felt her arms squeeze me tighter and I chuckle.

"Did you not think I would find you?" I ask.

"I gave up hope after a while thinking you probably thought me dead or something." At this I see her grab her ear and play with the lobe. Her mouth spread out in a nervous smile.

"Well I did not for a second think you were dead."

"And I'm glad." She smiles a small true one at me conveying her happiness. Suddenly I felt a pressure in my head but instead of the usual pain an image plays itself before me. A child with silky brown curls and a smile similar to the one Sansa just gave me, is holding my hand. The girl in the vision released herself from my hold looking back only once before joining other children running around metal poles and swings. The girl ran towards an item where children were sliding down a metal sheet. As soon as the image came it left. I was once more staring at my daughter's face.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"You wouldn't happen to have spare clothes on you?"

The girl was strange. We all thought it. She didn't speak like a normal 3 year old so much so I mistook her for an older child. She also didn't act her supposed age at least when compared to those in my family she didn't seem like a child. Even Jojen who has always been more mature than children his age did not compare to the presence this girl gives off. The logical way in which she thought was not childish. It seemed like the thought process of someone who already knew what was going on and understood it.

Though maybe her experience in the wilderness has made her more mature?

I wanted to ask her why she said her name was Sandra. If she said her name was Sandra. It's possible I could have misheard her because there was a thick wall between us.

I am sure I heard Sandra.

I shook my head trying to clear it but more unanswered questions popped up such as how Lord Stark suddenly seemed to know what to do or how part of the wall just magically merged with the wall beside it. I have seen many supernatural things and what most people outside of The Neck believe to be unbelievable, but seeing a wall melt into itself to reveal a room is a first. To see it coming from a Stark whose family had stopped practicing any form of supernatural acts for the past centuries doing it is both mind boggling and exciting at the same time.

I looked to my fellow Crannogmen to see if they had any thoughts on the situation but all I am met with is the same curiosity I hold. Lord Reed is different; he looks at Lord Stark and his daughter with suspicion. I know not of them personally however I will examine the situation as a whole and what it could possibly mean. I once more tune into the conversation as one of my cousins hands lord Stark a spare cloak.

As Lord Stark dresses his daughter. I notice something on her ribcage. I squinted, not able to move closer alas I could not decipher it before the cloak covered her. "Should we stay in this room or go to the cross section we passed?" Lord Reed asks Lord Stark as he makes his way forward into the room, my Uncle follows him with a torch. I see the girl look at Lord Reed, eyes wide and a little wild. She once more attaches herself to Lord Stark.

"Yeah um….no. I'm not going back in there." Lord Stark has risen from the floor, his daughter fixing herself on his hip. "Daddy, I don't wanna go back in there. Can we go somewhere else like outside? Outside sounds really good. Please." Lord Stark looks at his daughter with a small smile on his face.

"Sorry darling but we will have to wait here 'till morning it's not safe to be out in this area in the dark." She frowns at this and gives a sigh.

"Well, if you say so. But I still don't wanna go back in there." he conceded to her wish and motions for us to go back to the cross section. Sansa smiles content to leave the room she was trapped in behind. "By the way do you have food that's not meat raw or otherwise?" She asks her father. Stark laughs as if he understood her odd specification when asking for food. He pulls out a small piece of bread from his pack just as we reach our destination.

Sansa snatches the bread and almost shoves it in her mouth but lord Stark takes it back. "Slowly Sansa." she smiles awkwardly. Lord Stark sits down against a corner and places her on his lap.

"Sorry. Slowly." and reaches for the bread before pausing and waiting. He hands it to her and she slowly eats it. The rest of us are left to find our own sleeping arrangements in the room. I turn away from the father-daughter duo and find Lord Reed in conversation with my uncle. I made my way to them but as I got closer they became silent. I pout.

"I am constantly being left in the dark. Can I please know what you're discussing."

Lord Reed rolls his eyes and smiles. "It's not that. We were just discussing what this place was and how long it's been here?"

"Alright. Any theories?"

"We were thinking that it could have once been part of Moat Cailin before most of the towers rotted away and sunk into the swamp. Though the distance does seem a little far." my uncle informs me.

"It seems far from where we entered but we did travel a good distance from there to here and it seems there is more further in." Lord Reed inputs. I nod my head in agreement with him.

"Though wouldn't people have found this place by now if it is connected to Moat Cailin? It seems strange that it took this long for someone to find this place." I speculate out loud. Lord Reed turns his head contemplating.

"Maybe not strange." I turn to where he is looking and see him staring at the Starks, more specifically at Sansa.

"You think this place was waiting for her?" I ask skeptically.

"No, I think the gods have kept this place hidden for a time that it would be needed. They must have used Lady Stark as a means for the Starks to find it." I glance at Lord Reed in confusion. "That place we found Lady Sansa in was filled with gold and jewels, who knows what else could be hidden within this area, I would have to take a closer look at a later date." Lord Reed concludes.

"It's surprising the structure has survived this long underground with no maintenance." I muse as I look around the chamber in more detail. It is mostly empty but there are some candle holders on the walls and wooden benches pressed up against the walls.

"It's magic. Runes more than likely. It must be a complicated sort to have lasted this long." says Lord Reed. "And powerful."

Sansa had fallen asleep not long after eating the little bread I had brought with me for the search. I took the time to study her more closely. Her face was slightly sunken in making her cheekbones more prominent. The skin that was once soft and squishy is now dry and rough. Her knees felt pointy as they dug into my stomach in her sleep. I take her smaller hand and bring it to my lips, leaving a delicate kiss so as to not wake her. Not believing she was here in my arms at last. No sooner did I think that, I am reminded I would have to leave her once more to go to war.

I look up when I see Howland make his way over.

"How is she?"

"She seems fine. Malnourished but I think that can be remedied quickly enough with a regular diet."

"Glad to hear." Howland takes a seat beside me. "What shall be done with this area?" I look around and think about the vault.

"Moat Cailin belongs to House Stark." I say contemplating. "Once I leave you'll be in charge of the area and if you find proof that this used to belong to the Moat then the gold shall be placed somewhere more accessible to my family. If no proof is found then the gold shall be distributed evenly amongst all those here."

Howland nods. "If there is proof that it's of the Moat then may I use some of the gold to improve Moat Cailin?"

"House Reed has been looking after the Moat for House Stark for thousands of years. If you see fit to reconstruct the Moat then feel free to do so. Should that gold truly belong to House Stark I will be well enough financially to afford the expense it will take."

"Good, I'll get to investigating once you and the army leave to meet King Robert." I nod at Howland going back to looking at my daughter.

Once we are back at Moat Cailin and she is cleaned, properly clothed and fed I will have to punish her. As to how I will do that I have yet to decide. I will have to ask her what she was thinking. If she was even thinking. I run my hand over her hair inspecting it, concluding that it will have to be cut.

"She's special." I glanced up at Howland. "Your girl. She's not normal. Rumor has it she is intelligent. They were right in a way though it's more that her logic is very advanced for her age." I look at my daughter and think about all the things I ever seen her do or say. I smile in affection.

"She's always been like this even before she began to speak. It's as if she was born with her own sense of what is right and what is wrong. However, she is not intelligent, no. She comes off as an intelligent person but that's a facade she's not really intelligent. I'm not saying she's witless but she's not intelligent in the way people are saying she is. I'm not sure I can explain it properly."

"There's no need I think I understand" We sat for the rest of the night in relative silence, speaking of plans here and there about what should be done to the Moat once the investigation is done. How the host will proceed to meet Robert's host. Who should be trusted with Sansa's return to Winterfell.