Chapter 1
"Mike awoke with a jerk. Eyes with wonder and worry. I must still be dreaming. As she looked around at her unknown surroundings. Ugly stone walls surrounded her. She layed in straw, dirt, and other smelly things which she didn't let her mind linger on about.
"She looked down at her clothing, still in her purple, flannel, pajama bottoms and three times to large t-shirt. Thankful for her Doctor Who Tardis slippers, she began to stand in the filth which she has been lying in.
"A boom of laughter and shouting of excitement suddenly erupted. "I have either been kidnapped and drugged, or am still dreaming." As she felt a wave of nausea. "oi! What are you doing in 'ere!" An angry voice shouted at her. Yet she gave no mind to, still figuring out what is happening, heaved over and ready to explode with vomit.
"A sudden jerk on her arm arose her from her nauseated trance.
""I said what are you doing in here?" The voice became somewhat sympathetic yet still irritated.
"Mike then realized she fell asleep right after reading "Game of Thrones" again and is having another one of her favorite dreams. Although she has never awoken in what she assumes to be the stables.
"I have lost my way, and demand to see the lord of this house. I am on my way to visit the Stark household. I am Lady Clara, House Smith." She curtsied with the grace of a princess, although no dress to hold she tried her best.
"I am truly sorry to say that my house has had no previous warning of your arrival, or have heard of your House." With a low agitated yet gentle voice answered. "Shocked she looked up, and was met with deep brown eyes, almost black. A man dressed in wolf furs, dark hair and a slight beard was looking her over with curious confused eyes.

"Lord Stark!?" She half-yelled at him. "I am truly sorry for my unexpected arrival, and my clothing." Fear and excitement engulfed her. Her dreams have never had Ned Stark in them, with this great of detail. They have only consisted of the one her heart belongs too. Or to have anyone question why she was there. They always have known her house and her name.
"It is I. Yet I have recolation of ever meeting you or anyone within the house Smith, forgive me but where do you come from and what are these strange clothes?" He looked simply puzzled and dazed in confusion.
"Well... We haven't actually met before," bowing her head once more, "My apologizes for intruding on your house, my Raven must have been shot down. I come from the land farther north than eye can see, and clear across the seas in the land Called..." stammering not wanting to sound dumb saying the U.S.A because to many questions she wished to be answered would be asked, she simply said. "CavernStone." A place completely made up yet sounded pretty good.
"CavernStone, eh? I have not heard of this region, or your form of speech."
"Yes my Castle is quite far from this place, I have been traveling for almost a year to get her, I for sure thought that winter would come by the time I were to ger here. I sent my Raven as soon as I got to port, Which has been months past. I have been worried that you have not received my letter containing my information, for I have not gotten a response. As for my speech, I fear I must say that this is how every one in my region speaks, though I do find your way of speech is far more regal than mine."
"Praying that he cannot see the fear in her eyes for the fear of catching her in a lie, she hopes he see's the fear of rejection. About ready to tear up he finally sighs and speaks calmly and gently.
"I am terribly sorry for not receiving your letter, or have heard of your land or House. Yet you seem to have heard of mine. I will still need many questions to be answered. I hope you know that I am a man of honor and will keep my word once it is spoken. I will bring you to my feast tonight and introduce you to my family, the ones who are not traveling to town."
Hearing him talk about his honor gave her a jolt of pain, knowing his fate in the far yet near future. "I wonder where I am in this timeline? Have the lanisters come to Winterfell yet? No, Ned would be gone and they wouldn't be in town, Ned would be upset and angry. But they must be coming soon, or at least the raven is on the way with the news about John Aaryn.
"Excuse, I mean... Pardon me Lord Stark?" She started wearily. "Have you had news of Lord Aaryn or any news from King's landing?" Praying that the news have already gotten here so that she wouldn't mess up anything. Though in her heart she wanted to change everything.
"No. Why would we hear anything from them?" He looked at her questioning her motives.
"No reason, it's just that... Nevermind..." She wouldn't risk saying anything else.
"Just following me to the dining hall." Giving her a look over, she could feel his judging eyes see her strange clothes. She must look ridiculous, she put her hands in her pockets while she looked around at the ground.
"Yes Lord Stark. Let me just check if I have left anything." Hoping that her dream has provided her with her bag she fell asleep with on her window seal, she slowly turned around. To her surprise she saw her tan, army backpack. She already knew what she would find in it. Solar panel, gun, ammo, taser, pepper spray, two bottles of water, a knife, ear buds, and the books which have led to this dream. Feeling in her pockets she fingered her phone, pocket knife, and gum. Laughing at herself, she remembering when she packed that bag.
"You're insane!" Her younger sister told her, "You're never going to need that."
"Well I like to be prepared for everything," Mike shot back. Yet she knew her little sister was right. Though she wouldn't tell her that. "I'll unpack it tomorrow when I wake up" she thought to herself. But not knowing she wouldn't have a chance to. Not knowing that she will need it when she awoke.
"Coming?" Lord Stark said impatiently.
She knew he was a kind man, an honest man, but everyone has there limits and no one likes to wait very long.
"Yes Lord Stark." She looked down humbly. She had no confidence in the real world, always the old one out, always to "big" or to shy to look anyone in the eyes.
"Lady Clara, may I give you a hint at how to speak to your equals?" He said politely.
"You may Sir." She looked up a little more. But sharply looked down as memories of her older brothers "help." "You're going to get fat" he told her, "You're fat" "No one loves girls who are not a size two" He told her. She always ran away to her room and cried. Not wanting him to see how much he hurt her. He would just call her more rude names and hurt her more.
Tears welled up in her eyes but quickly blinked them away before Lord Stark could see them.
"Look up when you speak so that they know you want to be heard, speak loudly and firmly so that you know they hear you. There is no point in speaking if you are not heard. Be brave child. You need to have confidence."
He spoke kindly and gently, but firmly. She took his advice grateful that they were not harsh crude words.
"Thank you" Is all she could manage, choked up by his kindness.