Chapter 2

Bran POV

"Now Bran I want you to look into the wire wood tree again" Blood raven said in his ominous voice. I concentrated hard on the tree and the visions began to appear. I was looking at what appears to be the gods wood at Winterfell. A young brown haired girl was sitting by the tree judging by the clothes she wore a ragged grey dress it isn't too far into the past. Another man approached her he looked like he was in his teenage years with similar facial features as the girl both having long horse like faces. He held a deep vibrant blue winter rose in his hand he slowly sat down and presented the rose to the girl.

"Jon!" the girl gasped and leaped onto his lap. Wait its Jon so that must be Arya I haven't seen their faces in so long.

They continued to whisper sweet nothings into each other's ears these words where meant for them alone they both had big smiles on their faces it seemed that they were both in their own little world. The images started to slowly fade away from my sight and soon to my disappointment the visions were gone. Why had I been shown this? What does it mean? I kept repeating these questions in my head. What does Jon and Arya have to do with anything?

Blood raven spoke suddenly breaking the silence "it is time for you to put your training into practice Bran"

Arya POV

Dream

I saw a woman standing beside me she looked like she was a carbon copy of me well an older version of me. this woman was wearing a flower crown made of blue winter roses resting on her head and a long grey dress by the looks of her appearance she looked like she was dressed in northern fashion it reminded me a lot of home .

"Hello Arya" she said to me in a caring soothing tone it almost seemed that she knew me.

"Who are you?" I questioned the woman.

"Your father hasn't spoke of me" she said in a tone that expressed her sadness of what I had just said. Wait the blue winter roses, her looks and her talk of my father would mean that she could only be one person.

"Lyanna!" I gasped in surprise

"It is I your aunt Lyanna child". She replied to my sudden outburst confirming my suspicions.

"How can this be you are dead" I said quickly in disbelief

"I am here in your dreams Arya" Lyanna replied mysteriously.

"Okay so this is a dream but what I don't get is of all the peoples dreams you could visit you chose mine why?" I questioned her trying to understand all of this madness.

"I need you to walk with me first all will be explained in due time" she said sweetly and held out her hand towards me. Seeing no other option I decided to trust her so I grabbed her hand and we walked off.

The first thing she showed me was Westeros from above. At first it looked perfectly normal almost peaceful until all of a sudden dragons appeared they burnt all of the ground and the people along with it leaving no living thing left. I can hear the screams of people calling "Help us!" over and over again eerily in my head.

"If something isn't done and fast there will be war these poor people will suffer everyone will suffer" said Lyanna in an icy cold voice that made me jump. Before I could answer her my dream changed again.

I was inside what looked like a vast icy cave of sorts in the centre of this cave was a sword gleaming in what little light that the cave provided. As I got closer to the sword I realised that it wasn't just your average sword oh no judging from its intricate designs it must have belonged to some king long forgotten. I grabbed its hilt which had unusual carvings on it and lifted the sword.

Suddenly intense pain was coming from my hand I looked down and saw blood streaming out of my hand as hard as I tried I couldn't let go of the sword it was as if it was permanently stuck to my hand. Quick images of a crystal white dragon in an ice cave gleaming in the sun light was flashing through my mind and the chanting of voices saying "we need you" and "help us" over and over again. After a while the visions slowed down I was myself I was barely able to catch my breath before I fainted.

End of dream

i own nothing all of the credit for this story goes to ASOIAF by George rr martin. sorry for the delay school work this year is my final year of my coarse. I hope that you liked this chapter and I would like to hear you response to this chapter in the reviews.