Game of Thrones: Tragedy and Reunions

Next chapter of my Game of Thrones story, finally we come to Arya's POV, enjoy :)

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Arya

Green flames, she was surrounded by green flames. She turned desperately, trying to run, but green flames blocked her path; the heat from them was intense. She could hear a voice calling her name, it sounded vaguely familiar but her mind felt clouded. The heat grew more intense and suddenly a hand of green fire lashed out at her before darkness took over her senses.

Arya gasped as she was jerked awake from the nightmare. Or was she awake? She had definitely felt herself wake up; the pain she could feel made her certain she was awake. Yet all she could see was darkness, as if her eyes weren't open. Her left arm didn't feel as stiff as the right, so she lifted it to her eyes and felt bandages wrapped around them. Almost at once fear took hold of her but she pushed it back, what had happened, why were her eyes bandaged? Suddenly she felt a hand grasp hers and pull it down.

"Please, child, leave the bandages." A wheezy voice stated; it sounded like it belonged to an old man. "You'll recover quickly if you leave them."

Arya was still wary; judging from the sounds she could hear, she was still in Harrenhal. She couldn't trust this man, even though his speech marked him as a Maester. The man made some more comments about her condition before finally leaving the room, granting Arya peace to think.

From what she had overheard, the explosion had been caused by a substance known as Wildfire; she had heard stories about it, but never thought it actually existed. Her injuries had been caused by the fire's heat. Due to the heat the skin of her right arm, right cheek and the right hand side of her neck had blistered badly; also the bright blast of the explosion had seared her eyes which explained the bandages. According to the Maester while there would be permanent damage, she wouldn't completely lose her sight. It was a matter of patience, waiting for her sight to return to her. Patience however was not something she was known for. The Maester said that the bandages would need to be changed daily, and during every change she should try and see if her sight had returned. If her sight was blurred or she couldn't see then she would still need the bandages. Once she could see clearly she would be able to stop using them. She had listened to the gossip as people walked past, establishing what had occurred since she had passed out. There was still a gaping hole in the wall; however, due to the shortage of manpower, Amory Lorch had been left to guard it alone. To Arya, this sounded to like a good point of escape. But being blind was going to cause some serious problems… She will need help.

Just then the door opened again and she tensed, waiting. Then relaxed as she heard the familiar voice.

"Arya?" He whispered; she smiled.

"Gendry, I'm glad it's you."

She heard him move and then sit down next to the bed she was in. When he sat down she spoke, quietly so no listener could hear.

"Did you hear about the hole in the wall?" She asked, "The explosion, there's...a way out."

He was quiet for a moment before finally replying. "Yeah, but, you're in no fit state to go anywhere."
"We have to go, Gendry. This is our best chance." She whispered quickly. "So let's get out of here. We can grab everything we need and then get out."

Gendry sighed. "You're forgetting one thing. There's a guard at that wall."

Arya smirked. "I can handle him, don't worry. I know how to get rid of him."

"As you say then, I just hope this works."

She nodded and heard him leave, as he did so he muttered something about bandages and food. She knew then he was going to get everything ready.

There was silence again when suddenly a soft voice broke the quiet.

"A girl awakens." Arya sat up sharply.

"Jaqen?"

She couldn't even hear his footsteps but she felt him sit down on the bed. "A man hears of plans being made, plans to escape...A man would help; if a girl would give him a name."

She smiled and nodded before whispering to him. "Amory Lorch."

The only thing that answered her was the sound of the wind against the shutters; but she knew Jaqen had heard and left the room. Sometime later she heard Gendry's familiar tread as he entered the room.

"You ready?" He asked; Arya shrugged.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

There was a moment of silence before Gendry spoke again. "It's night out and everyone should be asleep; I'm going have to carry you. Can't have you walking into things, making noise and waking them all up!"

"Fine, just do it, c'mon, or we'll miss our chance."

She felt Gendry's arms underneath her before he lifted her up and, after confirming he had everything, they left swiftly and silently. Just as Gendry had said, almost all of Harrenhal's occupants were tucked away out of sight: leaving the pair to sneak past uninterrupted. Finally they made it outside.

"We're just about at the breech." Gendry nudged Arya slightly before suddenly stopping. "What the...?"

"What's wrong?" Arya asked, panic rising.

He gulped audibly before answering. "That guard...he's… he's dead."

Arya let out a sigh of relief; Jaqen had done his work. "Well, better for us, I guess. Let's go before anyone sees us!"

Gendry seemed to recover from his shock when she said that and hurried forwards then broke into a run, being careful not to jostle the girl in his arms too much. It seemed a long time before he finally stopped running and put her down. She could hear his heavy breathing and knew that they must've travelled a fair distance. She let him get his breath back and then asked.

"Where are we?"

There was a pause and then he replied. "I...I don't know, we've just lost sight of Harrenhal. The path I took twisted every direction...The sun's just starting to come up now."

Arya thought about a book she had read back home in Winterfell, about the sun rising and setting in different directions, and realized its use.

"Gendry, stand so the sun is on your right. You should be facing north, or as close to north as possible." She said. "If we go that way...we'll find my brother sooner or later."

Gendry sighed. "Should I carry you again or...?"

"Just help me up and hold onto my arm, I can walk, just make sure I don't trip on anything."

She felt him take her arm and help her to her feet; he continued to hold her arm as they began walking, hopefully heading north.

As they continued to walk Arya wondered about the rest of her family; would they all be alive?

'Last I heard Sansa was still at King's Landing...But I didn't hear anything about Robb, or mother.' She pondered before continuing along her current train of thought. 'Bran and Rickon too, they should still be in Winterfell, safe and away from all this...I wish I knew, it wouldn't be so frustrating then.'

Just then Gendry stopped; taking her by surprise.

"Huh, what's wrong?" She asked; Gendry's reply was barely above a whisper.

"Him."

Before she could ask for further clarification she got her answer.

"A man has a name; that name is Jaqen H'ghar." The soft voice said.

Arya was surprised all over again. "Jaqen, what are you...?"

Jaqen replied; calm and relaxed as ever. "A man comes to say goodbye. He also comes to warn a girl, she faces dangers on the road; to match the number of lives owed."

With that silence followed until Gendry exhaled and Arya guessed Jaqen had left. Finally Gendry broke the silence.

"What was that all about? He said warning but it didn't make any sense."

Arya thought over the warning and sighed. "Actually it does; we're going to run into three dangers on the road if we're not careful."

If Gendry was surprised he gave no audible sign; finally he took her arm again. "Let's get a hurry on; if we're quick, maybe we can avoid them."

She agreed and they continued walking, Arya praying to the Old Gods they were going north, hoping against hope she would soon be reunited with Robb and her mother.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.