Arya road up to the gates of winterfell, its gray stone walls may have looked daunting to some but to her they looked welcoming. Looking up as she entered under the archway. Home, she was finally home. She had changed and it was inevitable that others had as well. Watching in front of her Arya saw people bustling here and there. She had sent a raven privy to her arrival too Bran, to inform him that she was alive but that she didn't want a big event made out of her coming back. It seemed Bran had stayed true to her wishes; no one stood waiting for her, so just a simply as any normal merchant Arya steered her horse to the stables and dismounted. Slinging the rains over a wooden bar she tethered her horse and unpacked her saddle bags. Slinging her packs over her shoulder she walked up the stone steps into the castle of winterfell

Gendry heard the clatter of hooves on cobbles, looking up from his work on the second wolf helm he observed as a single rider road into the courtyard. Gendry couldn't quite tell if they were male or female, as he watched them go into the stables and dismount he was granted an answer to his confusion with the slight curve of hips that signified a woman. She was lean and fit; he could tell that by the way she carried her packs, the way she walked and the way she held herself in her posture. She asended the steps pulled open the large oak doors and entered winterfell. Summer and Shaggydog both watched the woman intently, with their ears pricked up facing forwards, with intelligent eyes they got to all fours and followed her into the castle.

Arya heard the padding of paws behind her, glancing over her left shoulder she saw two dire wolves following suite behind her. The corner of her moth curved into a knowing smirk. She turned back the large oak doors loomed ahead of her. Arya reached out a hand and pushed them open giving her a somewhat dramatic entrance into the great hall. After winterfell had burnt down they had rebuilt it making the hall a fare bit bigger than it once was, but it still felt like home all the same. Arya strode down the hall up to Bran who sat in his chair that wasn't quite a throne but might as well have been from the size of it. Bran looked up at her form from his mound of papers and maps. A smile spread across his face, he had grown so much he was a man now.

"Arya. Welcome home." He said.

"Good to be back." She said. "Bran winter in coming and, well I didn't see many solders, and let me tell you, you will need them from what I've seen." Bran leaned forward with his elbows on the oak table.

"What have you seen Arya?" he asked. Arya had a stern look in her eyes.

"I've been across the narrow sea and seen many things but none of them prepared me for an army of eighty thousand unsullied and three fucking massive dragons all under the command of Daeneys Targaryan." Bran flinched a bit at the usage of a cures word coming from a lady. Arya was not however a lady any more, not with all the things she had seen and done under her belt.

"But how would she be a threat to us all she wants is the iron throne and I have no problem with her having it." Bran said.

"That may be the case but with the white walkers on their way from the north and fire being the only thing that we know of that can kill them, she is going to march her army all the way up north to kill the danger to her precious seven kingdoms. Putting us in the firing line so we need to be able to fight as well." Arya was not the wisest person but she knew what was to be done in this kind of situation.

"How do you know about the white walkers?" Bran said.

"When you are no one you hear so much about everything." Arya said, mystery clouding every word.

"What happened Arya?" Bran was worried by her words.

"Too much." Was the only reply she gave before she left the hall.

"Gendry is in the smithy." Bran called after her. She smiled at this brushing her hand in Shaggydogs fur as she passed.

Gendry hammered on the wolf helm. The woman from earlier walked over to him. "So this is what you've been doing all this time." She said, wait a moment that voice it couldn't be, could it? Genrdy slowly lowered his hammer looking up at her. Oh but it was.

"Arya?" Gendy's mouth hung open.

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