A/N: So its official, Lyanna and Daenerys will not be together for the Red Sea or Qarth. I do plan to have them meet back up before Dany gets to Astapor. Which means I have just of a year's worth of story for Lyanna.


Lyanna and her companions awoke early the next morning, intent on putting as much distance between themselves and the horde as possible. Luckily, Khal Drogo wouldn't be leading his horde out until later on in the day. They would make for Meereen through the Khyzai Pass. A gift had been given from Ser Jorah Mormont, a gift of a bag of gold. He had said that it would ensure they made it back to Westeros, Lyanna could tell that he wanted them and her away from the Khaleesi.

With the new gold, they would have enough to book passage from Meereen to Volantis and then back to the Kings Landing. They left the tent and quickly saddled the horses. She looked around at Vaes Dothrak, it wasn't a bad way of life, it just wasn't right for her. The strong should defend the weak, it was the way her family had run the North since the beginning. Never before had there been a Stark tyrant.

They were just about to leave the city proper when Lyanna heard a shout coming from the behind her. Turning around she saw Daenerys trying to catch up to her. She smiled and motioned for Asher and Beskha to keep going knowing she would be catching up soon. She waited for Daenerys to come to her, Shadow left her side and greeted the Targaryen with a happy bark and rubbed her leg before coming back to her mistress.

"You know you don't have to leave, I could use you for when we get to Westeros. It doesn't seem right that you come into my life just to walk right back out again." Daenerys told her with a frown on her face. She couldn't explain it, but she didn't want the Stark girl to leave so quickly or even at all. She wanted to talk with her more, to learn more about her. Lyanna had challenged a part of herself, to be better than what was expected of her.

Lyanna looked at Daenerys with some sympathy. "Don't worry, I'm sure this won't be the last time we will ever see each other. Especially with you coming to my homeland here soon enough." The frown didn't leave Daenerys' face when she stopped. She motioned for the girl to come closer, looking around to make sure nobody was looking.

Holding out her belt with one hand, she pulled a very small knife and quickly cut the stitches that bound her direwolf patch. Making sure to not rip the piece of fabric, she put away the knife quickly. Looking at the piece of cloth for a few seconds, she held it out to Daenerys. The Targaryen girl took the cloth and looked at the needlework closer, tracing her fingers over the wolf.

"That" Lyanna told her "is my House Sigil, the Direwolf. You can have it for now. Just look at it and then you can remember me." She quickly gave the girl a quick hug and then got up onto her horse. Looking down at her Lyanna said "However, I'll be expecting that back when I see you next time." She gave her a smile and then rode out to catch up with her friends.


The ride south and through the pass was a fairly quick affair. Apparently word of Drogo's protection had spread like wild fire. Nobody else seemed to bother them as they went on their own way. And the journey though quick was also surprisingly pleasant.

While both women had been quiet and terse with each other, a dialog had opened and at first it was only a couple of questions. But soon, they were talking animatedly about how life in the North was different then cities across the Narrow Sea. Beskha, while not holding the same distain about it, still wasn't fully convince that the North was that different. Lyanna looked at Beskha, while she wouldn't admit it, some small part of her was a scholar. She didn't always question things, preferring to look at something and proceed to take care in the quickest way.

The night before they would be in Meereen, Beskha looked at her and Asher both with serious eyes.

"I don't want to stay in Meereen any longer than we have to alright? And no," She cut off Lyanna just as questions were about to be asked "you don't get to ask why. I have gone along with you for long enough and I have asked nothing in return. We get into Meereen and we go straight to the docks, and set sail as soon as possible."

Lyanna looked at Beskha and nodded her head, she would defer to the older woman's judgment in the matter. And while she didn't know everything about the woman, Asher himself had said that she kept secrets from him. If Beskha wanted to spend as little time in Meereen as possible, then she would have it. While Beskha might not feel the same way about her, Lyanna considered her a friend.

"Alright then, tomorrow we get to Meereen, get to the dock and find the first ship headed west. And then," She walked behind them and threw an arm around each of them "maybe we should take over and become pirates."

Asher laughed loudly "What the fuck would you know about pirating, first merchant ship you attacked would probably be let go with a sincere apology. Lyanna Stark the Pirate, HA, not in a thousand years could you succeed. Stick to protecting Khaleesi and making friends. At least you're somewhat good at that, when you're not getting injured that is." He laughed again and even Beskha chuckled and nodded in agreement with him.

Lyanna pouted at the two, backing away and trying not to scratch at the wound on her arm. It hadn't been that bad, Beskha had called it a flea bite when compared to her wounds. Grumbling all the way back to her side of the camp, she scratched Shadow's head, at least her closest friend couldn't make fun of her. She laid back and closed her eyes, thinking back to her home, probably still having snow flurries. Snow led to white and white led her right back to the girl from a few days ago. Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, she would be one to watch in the future.


True to her word, Lyanna didn't protest when Beskha almost barreled her way through the crowd to get to the docks. Letting her take the lead in this city, Beskha got them to the docks in what Lyanna was sure was record time. People were staring at them, but she guessed none had seen a direwolf before, let alone three of them. Beskha, well to say she was pissed off would be an understatement when she could not a captain to set sail today. Fortunately, with the money from Ser Jorah, they were able to find someone who would set sail in the morning.

First south to New Ghis and then east around Old Valyria so they wouldn't be caught in The Smoking Sea. While travel was relatively safe, nobody wanted to be that close to those touched with grayscale. Lyanna had never seen it before but the stories were enough to convince her that it was a horrible way to die.

Beskha was so determined to not stay in Meereen that she had the pushed for the captain to let them sleep on the ship. The captain didn't like being pushed into it but he relented, showing them to the cabin they would all be staying in. It would be a tight fit between all three of them plus the direwolves. Pulling a map from her pack, Lyanna planned her next move.

First, she would have to get to King's Landing to find out what had happened to her father. She was a month behind on all of her news. Secondly, she would head home, it felt like eternity since she had been in Winterfell. If her father allowed Asher back, then she would also travel back to Ironrath with him. If only to tell Lord Forrester how his son had helped. One thing she really wanted to do was take Beskha to The Wall. The look on her face would be priceless. She went to bed thinking about it with a smile.

The ship set sail at dawn and made great time going south. They sailed out of Slaver's Bay and down into The Gulf of Grief. They were not on a large ship and so they had no room for a proper spar to relieve their boredom. And Lyanna didn't want to push anything onto her that Beskha didn't want. Plus, she didn't feel like trying her luck in the Braavosi Knife game that Asher started.

Leaving the port of New Ghis, Lyanna noticed first that the sailors were more agitated than usual. By midday she knew why, dark clouds directly in front of the ship exactly where they were headed. The captain was upset but they continued course, she guessed that somebody would not be happy if he didn't get there in time.

Shadow and the other two direwolves were becoming increasingly agitated as the waters got rougher and the wind started to howl. The captain had ordered them back to the cabin to wait out the storm, none of their party knowing how to sail in this kind of weather. Lyanna was only glad that none of them seemed to get seasick, which in her books was a huge plus. However when someone started screaming for help from above deck, all three jumped up to go help.

Coming onto the main deck, Lyanna saw that it was worse than what she had thought possible. Rain came down in sheets so thick she couldn't see more than 10 feet in front of her. She could hear the captain calling orders trying to keep the ship going down. Lightning streaked across the sky and she could see everything on the ship. Asher and Beskha were already across the ship, helping out with what little they knew regarding sailing.

A scream from her left brought her back to the present. Turning she saw a young boy, maybe 12 or 13, a sailor's apprentice maybe. He was trying to tie off a piece rope from the mast but it was too slippery. He had already slipped once, when another wave crashed against the side of the ship, he started falling again, this time against the railing. Lyanna slipped her way to the young lad as quickly as she could.

Reaching out and grabbing the boy by his shirt before he went too far over the railing. He was shaken from the experience and quickly checked his safety line. She helped him tie off the line as quickly as they could and at first it would seem like they would make it. Until a loud crack was heard even over the wind, sparks showered them for a second before the topmast was falling down after having been struck by lightning.

Asher and Beskha hurried along and made sure everything was going okay, following what instructions the older sailors had to offer. A cry went up when the storm seemed to slowly be abating. An alarm went out just afterwards, Asher and Beskha thought they could hear the wolves howling painfully. Looking over to where the sailors were pointing, a safety line was cut and hanging over the side of a broken section of railing. The pool of blood just before the open void didn't bode well for whoever had been standing there.

Eyes wide, Asher and Beskha looked at each other and realized they couldn't find Lyanna.


A/N: First off, I'm sorry this took me so long, work has been kicking my butt this week. I'm gonna try to get another chapter out while I have my days off. Secondly, this chapter was hard and I have mixed feelings about it. Please review.