Back in Braavos, Taron was having sleepless nights. Images rushed through his mind, tormenting him. That in turn created problems with his patience, during his awake hours. When he snapped at a new recruit, Byt took him aside for a chat.

"This isn't like you. What's going on?"

Taron rubbed his hands over his face. "I keep getting visions when I try to sleep…. it's like Aulix is calling me to Westeros. Ari is going to war, to win, she needs us. That's what I sort of see."

"Then let's go. Take Benn and Tam with us. Leave Sarra to be temp leader 'till we return. Benn and Tam are our best, other than you and I. It'll be at least a month to get to Westeros. Hopefully we make it in time."

"So you think we should go?" Taron asked unsure, rubbing his temple.

She gave him a look, but still asked, "like there's a choice. Aulix is calling us, right?"

He nodded and said softly, "Aulix."

Byt touched his arm, "we'll find them. Let's get ready and leave in two days. I'll ask Benn and Tam if they'll go. You'll have to talk to Sarra and the others."

"Thanks Byt. I'll tell our crew tonight and book our passage on a ship for the four of us."

Taron now had a clear path and plan to execute. They'd done this once before, but only Aulix, himself and Byt. This time was different, he could feel it. Part of him was excited to see Arya again, but deep down he knew that she loved another. He wondered if she'd found Gendry already, because his vision hadn't really been specific enough to know. But he wasn't going across the sea to be her lover, he would be there to help her finish the death list. Aulix would help Taron stay focused too.

When Byt asked Benn to go to Westoros, he immediately agreed and was honoured to have been asked to go. He understood it could be a one way trip, but the adventure that awaited was enough to override any fear. Tam was the same, but even more so in regards to leaving Braavos. He'd been itching to travel and see new things, so this was perfect timing for him. He'd only stayed in Braavos because of his crush on Byt.

Taron's talk with Sarra was the hardest conversation. He knew she loved him and that handling their guild would be a challenge Sarra could do, if she believed in herself. Because he was leaving and it was unknown if he'd return, Taron gave Sarra the love making she'd always wanted. In the morning she couldn't move, let alone walk, even though her mind was on cloud nine. He promised her one more night, then Taron would be gone with Byt,Tam and Benn.

Byt spent time with Sarra, during the day, because she was like her sister and best friend. Together they broke the news to Byt's apprentice and a few of the others that were close to her. It was happy and sad, for all of them. They helped Byt prepare for her travels.

That night Taron gathered his guild and told them that he, Byt, Benn and Tam would be leaving for Westeros. He smiled, when they all said they'd come too. Holding up his hand they quieted. Helping Sarra stand up beside him, he explained what was going on.

"Sarra will be your leader, obey her authority, as that is my command. Just because I am not here, doesn't mean she's alone. As I have done for you, everyone must now continue to be there for each other and help the new members too. For tonight, we celebrate these changes. Be happy for your new leader, Byt, Benn, Tam and I."

Taron danced with everyone, spending time with each member of the street guild. He gave them personal good-byes, that held encouragement and advice for the future. When Sarra came to him that night, his mind was at ease. He enjoyed their union, just not as much as she did.

"I know you don't love me, like you do Ari. But thank you for believing in me," Sarra said, while they lay together in the after glow of amazing sex.

"Thanks for understanding and you've got this. Keep my necklace safe, I'll come back for it." He didn't promise, because his word was law and the future was unknown.

She smiled and gave him a kiss. "I'll have it here. Together with your leadership, it'll be given back, when y'all return."

Meanwhile in Westeros, Aulix rode north. He continuously had a partial bridge with the horse and crow. He only noticed the days cycle, because of the changes in light. It was the horse that alerted him to a rider, that was approaching, but not yet seen. The new day was just breaching the horizon. Through the crow's eyes he smiled dangerously when he saw who it was. Aulix turned his horse slightly so he would come in contact with that rider. Both horses stopped, as they arrived head to head.

Melisandre gasped, "it's you… are you here for me?" Her hand immediately touched the stone of the necklace.

"Yes and no."

"Will I die by your hand?"

"Your destiny lies south of here." Aulix moved his horse so it was right beside her.

His grin grew, when she didn't struggle or attempt to stop him. One hand went around her neck, making sure to cover the stone. The other hand Aulix reached two fingers to touch her temple. His eyes bore into hers. Everything she had seen, was information transferred to him. It was not long and then she was released. Fear was all over Melisandre, leaking from the skin pores, making her horse nervous.

She wanted to know one thing more and it made her bold. "What happened to my shadow son?"

"He went into the flame from which he came." Aulix answered, then rode away, heading north.

Melisandre watched him go, some how knowing he was searching for the White Walker presence and if they'd breached the Wall. When he'd touched her, she'd been excited and yet terrified. Her hope was to never cross paths with him again. It would be days later, that his prophecy about her future, came true and by then Melisandre had forgotten him anyway. The pack of wolves is what she saw first. Her alarm grew as the beasts surrounded her horse. Then the two riders came into view.

"There sits the Red Witch," Arya announced to Gendry.

"If you don't kill her, I will. Don't get to close!" He warned, sword already unsheathed.

Arya smiled, but eyes held deadly intent. "I know her name and who this witch is."

Standing in her saddle, Arya put an arrow on the bow and readied it.

"Arya Stark, we meet again." Melisandre said, taking down the hood of her red robe.

"Shut it. Don't say my name. Today you die."

"I have news about your brother Jon Snow, if you let me live." Melisandre saw death in the girl's eyes.

"If it's my destiny to find my brother, then so be it. But I warned you when you took Gendry away from me, that I'd kill you. As you said, we'd meet again." Arya's arrow was let loose and it used the jewel around the Red Witch's throat as the target point. The jewel shattered and it was like looking into a flame.

Gendry and Arya couldn't help the gasps of surprise that they let escape them. The woman suddenly screamed and shrivelled up before their eyes, almost like decaying instantly. Melisandre shrieked and fell off the horse.

"Oh Lord of Light, please help me, your humble servant!" Her hoarse voice begged, a skeletal hand reaching out towards the sky.

Arya dismounted, shouldering the bow. Out came Needle. Standing over the old woman she smiled. "Only the Lord of Death hears you now. You are no one."

Needle easily sunk into the shrivelled neck, the blood that came out, was black and it did not spurt forth. Even as it pierced the heart of the Red Witch, life was no longer in this ancient one. Arya was satisfied and stepped back, after wiping the sword clean on the red cloak.

Gendry let his sword chop down on the neck of Melisandre, decapitating it with one blow. "She's evil, I just want to make sure the witch can't be revived with magic."

"Good idea. Let's burn her head until it's ashes."

Neither wanted to touch the head, so once Gendry had a good fire going, Arya kicked it in. They watched Nymeria sniff the remains and sneeze violently.

"Must smell as rotten as she looks now. That necklace prevented her from aging. That's wrong. Bad magic," Gendry observed.

Arya agreed and added, "this Lord of Light that she followed, can't help her now!"