A/N: Hi just to let you know my friend, beccahyuga03 | FanFiction , both proofread and fluffed up this chapter with her awesomeness. Further A/N at the end of the chapter. Enjoy.

The trip to Moat Cailin was quiet and slow. It was nice since dad didn't put me down so I was carried the whole way but the novelty wore off and now I have the urge to run. Once at the castle the company was greeted by various people I have never met before. The most notable man was standing at the front of the entrance. He was a hairy man with a broad set of shoulders.

"Lord Mormont, you've arrived. You weren't expected for a few more days."

"Indeed," the man bowed before my father. " My sword is yours Lord Stark" he proceeded to make more greetings which my father returned in kind.

"I am glad to see that you found your daughter"

"As am I," my father responds. I looked at the man in front of me trying to gleam any resemblance to the man in the show but found none. He was a little shorter than my father but not by much. His hair and beard were long and pepper colored leaning more towards white. The section of his face that could be seen past his face revealed many wrinkles signifying his age being past his prime. Yet the man's posture stood strong and gave an air of power and leadership.

"Lord Stark you have certainly been blessed by the gods to have found your daughter." comes another man's voice. This man was of the same height as father, possibly a little taller and was more lean but bulging muscles could be seen on his arms. He also had hair covering his face but where Mormonts was more white his was more brown.

"Lord Karstark," my father calls in greeting this greeting was less formal which I'm assuming is because they have already gone through the process.

"You are lucky to be alive after being lost for so long." the man directed towards me. I smile at him nodding.

"I saw it more as bad luck surviving for so long. It would have been easier if I didn't have to suffer but oh well I may still have some use being alive." I tell him. His eyes widened in shock at my words or possibly speech. I started getting those looks not long after I stopped having a hard time using my voice box.

"Sansa do stop talking as if death is the easy route." my father says, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Sorry can't help it. It was a terrible experience and I'm not a very resilient person. I wish I was but it's a fact. I'm weak." my father just signs shaking his head he looks to the people before us.

"My lords, if you can excuse us I need to get my daughter cleaned and rested. She has been through some terrible experiences and she needs to recover."

The lords nod still not saying anything just staring at me as if I was a strange creature. Which if I'm going to be quite honest I probably am. I'm a creature from the 21st century in a medieval society. My speech and mannerisms are not the norm and that's fine. I won't act like I'm normal attempting to do so is time consuming and exhausting not to mention extremely difficult.

After that dad takes me to a room where there was a man and a woman preparing a tub for a bath.

"Milord we took the liberty of preparing a bath for your daughter. People were saying that you found a child and we assumed…" the man's voice lowers towards the end as if unsure.

"Thank you, that was kind of you both. It's exactly what I was going to ask for." they both smile pleased with themselves.

"Would you like me to help bathe her milord?" comes the woman.

"Yes and if some shears could be found my daughter will be needing her hair cut."

"I'll go find some right away." The man quickly leaves and the woman waits patiently by the tub. I could see steam rising from the water. My father goes forward and puts me down. My feet touch the cold floor which sends shivers throughout my body. The lady comes forward and removes my cloak.

"Maybe we should get another tub. One that's empty so I can pour the water over me." I say quite reluctantly, wanting to just soak but the thought of sitting in my own filth was disgusting. "I am really dirty and I'll just dirty the water." The woman looks to my father who nods his head; she quickly scurrys from the room to get another tub. I put on the cloak again and walked around the room. My father has opted to sit in the single chair in the room. He looks at me in silence. Ignoring him I go to the window and look out. We got a good view of the north from the keep. There were multiple tents on the field, banners were flying everywhere but the dominant one was the house Starks banner. "Why are there so many men here daddy?" I ask now that we were alone and I didn't have so many distractions as when we were traveling through the maze of tents and then being crowded upon by the lords of the North.

"The Iron Islands have chosen to rebel against the new King."

Oh the Greyjoy rebellion, Theon Greyjoy will come to Winterfell after this to be a hostage of the crown. That should be interesting. I wonder what he'll be like. His character in the show wasn't really noteworthy and if I'm honest I found him mostly sad. He was a kid who didn't know what he wanted and fucked up in a terrible way. Well at least that is what he seemed like to me. I could change that possibly.

No! Leave things be. Your job is to avoid anything that will cause you problems.

I bit my lip at my mental reprimand. Trying to change Theon Greyjoy's life outcome will cause problems or at least change things. House Stark is the only thing I should worry about, everybody else can deal with things themselves. I am not God or some powerful being to go around changing people's life because I know their ending. Possibly. I have yet to know if this is the same universe as the one I know. I've been isolated to only the happenings of Winerfell. Not to mention I only know the things that happen once Jon Arryn is dead, anything before that is unknown.

Speaking of worrying about House Stark. Should I let father go to the rebellion? I mean what if I have fucked up already and he dies there. He obviously didn't in the show or the books, I think I didn't read them which I now hate myself for, but things can change. Worry courses through me at the thought of losing him. Turning around I ran to him. "Please don't go. I just got back. Please stay." he hugs me close.

"I'm sorry my love but I must. The king calls."

"Who cares. I'm more important. I am your daughter, am I not?."

"You are but I know you will be safe in Winterfell with your mother and brothers." I frown.

"It won't be the same if you are not there."

"I know but I'll come back" I want to make him promise but I'm smart enough to know that promises like that aren't realistic to keep. People die everyday and in war the chances of death are even more likely. My main concern was that I wasn't going to have him as a constant. Eddard Stark is my constant, the one I can rely on. The one I latched on to. I feel as if he is the only one who truely understands me even when I'm being weird or just stupid. He gets me or at least he seems like he gets me.

The conversation is interrupted by the return of the servants. I scrunch my nose at the word servant. It feels weird to think it even weirder to say it outloud. I'm not used to it despite the fact I've been surrounded by them since I got here. I know it's not a derogatory word but yet my teeth tingle in discomfort giving me the urge to bite on something. I've never had a person to serve me before I got here and it's weird to do so now. I need to learn their names.

Distracted by the woman I don't notice my father leaving until I am sitting patiently as my hair is being cut.

"Hi daddy" I call out cheerfully as I near him. I have been searching for him since I finished bathing and dressing. My hair now barely covers my ears and I am dressed in a grey dress. I wait in silence but he doesn't respond. I sigh. Guess I'll wait till he's done. Carefully I kneel on the ground next to my father. Looking around I take in my environment around weirwood tree as well as look at the tree itself. It wasn't as big as the one in Winterfell by any means but it still radiated an unearthly aura. The area was surrounded by murky swamps and the roots of the tree bursting out of the ground twisting and tangling through the earth and waters. The area itself was closed off by tall stone walls some of which were crumbling in sections and covered with moss. The place, even surrounded by decaying walls and swamps, wasn't very secure or private. I looked at my father and bit the inside of my lip. He has aged quite a bit during the time I have been gone which made me feel guilty. It didn't help that on top of trying to find me he had to organize a whole freaking army to go fight the Greyjoys. I looked back to the god tree and had to do a double take. The face, which had a sorrowful expression previously, changed. It looked furious. And from its eyes spewed red sap that was pouring in floods. I looked towards my father and tried to get his attention but as I moved my lips to speak, I choked. I felt weak. I couldn't breathe. I glanced back at the tree and it still held its angry façade but I also noticed that it looked hungry. I look at my leg and there at my ankle I see a root from the weirwood tree wrapping around it slightly. I tried to move it but I fell on my side instead. There's a ringing in my ears. I feel someone pulling me hurting me. My vision is blurry and I see a red wave flash at the edge of my vision. I feel warm. I give a silent scream and my sight goes dark.

I pray to the gods, asking for guidance and thanking them for the return of my daughter. I hear the footsteps of my daughter come closer to me and I faintly hear words in the air but I don't make any acknowledgement. I feel her get on the ground next to me. I continue to pray knowing that once I finish I would have to go about explaining things to her. I suddenly hear a hard smack of a stone ground meeting skull next me. Turning I see Sansa motionless, eyes open with fear, and drool coming out of the corner of her mouth, I take her in my arms but I am met with resistance. Her foot is caught in a tight grip by the root of the weirwood tree. I try to break the root with my foot however the wood would not give way. I took my sword from my hip and swung at the branch cutting it cleanly. Snatching my daughter from the earth and on to my lap I try to shake her but she is unresponsive. Her body reflexively curls onto itself within my hold.

"Lord Stark"

I hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards me.

"What's wrong?"

I continue to hear several more men voicing their concerns but my concentration is solely on Sansa. I call her name desperately clutching onto the fabric of her clothes and shaking her moderately.

I took a glance at her leg and noticed that the part of the root that was still wrapped around her ankle was growing. I try to pull it out with no success. The men around me try to help, again to no success, when I hear a commotion. I noticed that the men surrounding me began to back away in fear. When I turned my head in the direction they were facing I was forced to tilt my head back to meet gazes with a massive beast. Said beast was mighty in stature, rippled with muscles and armed with wickedly sharp fangs and claws. Within its muzzle was a flaming torch that reflected in the beast's eyes creating an eerie amber glow. Without thought or fear I reach out to the beast and take the torch from its mouth. Placing my daughter on the ground before me l direct the flame to my daughter's small ankle where the root had taken hold. It quickly catches fire however the root seems to be fighting the flame. The fight goes back and forth before the flame overwhelms the root and burns it to ash. I quickly examined the skin where the root was wrapped and noted how the flesh was reddened and tender to the touch. Surprisingly there were no burn marks on her ankle. I guide my hand to Sansa's neck where I feel a bounding pulse underneath my fingertips. I let out a huge breath, which I was unaware I was holding, of relief and turned to the nearest body.

"Get me a healer, now!" urgency coating my command. Wrapping my daughter in my arms, I stand up and walk away not before ensuring the absolute silence from the witnesses to the event. Whatever that occurred here was not natural and I do not need any unnecessary rumors being spread about my daughter on top of this.

Once more the girl continues to raise questions and once more I am left to look for more theories to answer those questions.

If Sansa Stark was a mystery before she certainly raised the bar now. Before, I thought she must have been loved by the gods for surviving in the wilderness for as long as she had. That thought was rapidly eradicated when I saw her get attacked by the heart tree. My chamber faced the swampy area and provided a good view of the incident. I had been writing a letter to my wife updating her on current news when I happened to take a glance out of the window. I saw the girl approach her father and the branches above them shifted even though there wasn't even a breath of wind. The branches stilled when she took a seat next to her father. I looked at the weirwood tree's face which displayed a look of rage with blood red sap pouring out in thick ribbons from its eyes. The enraged face turned hungry within a matter of seconds and the branches rustled once more. I was then distracted by Neds shout of panic and saw his daughter limp in his arms. I wanted to rush down there but I figured that if I stayed here I would be able to catch anything that seemed crucial from above. So I stayed put and continued to observe the scene. Cregon was there suddenly along with his cousins and some other Stark men. Cregon steps forward to help but takes steps back when Ned unsheathes his ancestral sword and swings it at the root attached to his daughter. The root is cut off and Neds sheaths back his sword and drops down to his knees. The root seems severed but it seems that something is still amiss that I am unable to see due to the crowd gathering and whispering to each other looking rather shocked and confused. Cregon seemed to be speaking and moved forward, they seem to be attempting to take something off of the girls ankle. I see Cregon with a knife in hand but judging from the frustrated yells I gather that the attempt was unsuccessful. I hear more shouts and a direwolf with a lit torch comes into view and it seems to be running towards the group. In its wake is Lord Mormont and several men with raised swords and bows drawn attempting to harm the beast. They stop their fire when the direwolf stops before Stark who takes the torch from its mouth without any hesitation. He directs the flame to the object at Sansa's leg and it catches fire. It seems to be working as I see the sag of relief on Ned's shoulders. It becomes quiet for a brief moment before people begin to move again. As my friend heads towards the keep, I glance at the weirwood tree and my heart stops, it appears larger than before and its face is skewed in malice, branches creaking menacingly. I no longer believe that the gods are looking after this girl, no, it seems to me that now they are trying to dispose of her. So a new question arises just who is looking after this girl and what is her purpose?

It's been two days since the spectacle with the weirwood tree and Sansa has yet to wake up. The anger and hopelessness that swirl in my heart leave an indescribable pain in my heart that only worsens when I see my daughter. My usual bursts of headaches have been replaced with random images of a girl who I have never seen before but whose facial expressions are reminiscent of those of my daughter expressions.

I leave tomorrow to join Robert. I have delayed my leave long enough. I resist the urge to rub my face and just take in calming breaths. I look to my friend, the man who knows my most important secrets.

"I leave tomorrow Howland I need you to take care of her. I'm putting my trust in you."

"I know. I will take her to the Greywater Watch. There I will have her monitored. I will try to consult with those amongst us who are more attuned with the gods and nature."

"I wish it didn't have to be this way. I sent a letter to Catelyn informing her of my decision."

"How did she take it?"

"I won't know. Not well most likely, but she'll have to wait for an explanation until I return." There is a knock at the door and I greet out an allowance of entry, it opens to reveal the Castellan. He shuffles into the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

"My lords, all the other lords are waiting to discuss any last minute preparations for tomorrow's journey."

"Very well let us go and join them." with that me and Howland move from our places and head out the door.

A/N: Truth Time: Sooo, when I started this story I wasn't expecting it to be serious more of a shits and giggles kind of thing but I have come to notice what plays out as funny in my head does not seem to translate to my writing so yeah this fanfic on GOT has become serious despite the fact that I was going for pure humor with no real plot. T-T. Reassurance: I now have a plot. My friends say it is an interesting plot so I hope you guys like the way this story plays out. I also have an ending so I have a direction for the story and I will follow through to the end. Feedback: Please review. I am not the best writer and I make mistakes so if you guys see mistakes please tell me. Also your opinions are appreciated. I am making new characters and if I'm honest I didn't see some of them coming they just sort of appeared so your thoughts about them would be great. Just to get your thought. On that note I want to thank Andromedanaea and Mystikjl for their repeated support and their thoughts on previous chapters and to all others who have reviewed. Some about the plot: I am sticking to events in the North mainly. Also before I was going to stink close to canon alter things and events here and there but I've scratched that from the picture because well it no longer fits the plot I have created. So yeah look forward to possible major changes.

Thank you again for reading.

Disclaimer (which I forgot to do in previous chapters but should be obvious): I don't own Game of Thrones.