My dearest readers,
It has been months since my last update, and I would like to apologize once again for the long delay. I really appreciate every one of you reading and or reviewing this fanfiction. My penname has also changed, truer to me. I have been addicted to SUPERNATURAL too, and well, I might be writing a new fanfic too...;) Couldn't have done it without you! Many thanks to those who are faithful. Heres the new update! Please read and review; I always love reading feedback and other comments. Love you guys! -Adryanna
A could hear a fire crackling near me. It was very warm, wherever I was. The small bed I laid in smelt of old hay and cotton, yet the softness of it could not be have been matched with the most costly mattress. There was no other sounds coming from my location except for the fire. It was peaceful, and all I could think of was water.
I could not remember anything else. I thought of that cold water reigning down on me. It was a cleansing, a new beginning perhaps. I tried to focus on any other memory, a smell or a sight, but to no avail. A strange heat could be felt beneath my sheets. I could feel my shoulder as if it were on fire. My hand felt the area bandaged completely. But that was not was truly bothering me. Another burst of intense pain passed like a wave in my head. The thudding continued until I slowly laid my head against the soft pillow toward the other side. Curiosity won the battle, as my hand reached for my head, to calm the throbbing. What I felt was a cold truth. A scar the length of my hand could be felt dance down my ear and around the back of my skull. It was fresh; a talented nurse must have stitched it together, as the string holding the skin was perfectly tied into my body in even lines. And that's where it hit me like the cold water had hit me. My hair was gone. All that was left of my waist long hair was the length of my finger. The area of the stitches had almost no hair left. I did not know whether to cry of sadness or of relief to be alive.
Damn you, Sansa, relief, of course. Whoever had done this, had saved my life. To hell with hair.
I kept my eyes closed; I could not dare open them. Where was I was the least of my problems. What had happened...? All I can remember is Sandor's face, screaming at me, trying to grab unto me. And another part of my mind warned me to hurry, to think deeply. It will come, I meditated, it will come. Hours passed as I lay on that hay bed. It must have been around sunset, as I felt rays of the sun on my face through the window. The Crickets songs hurried in accompanied by the hum of a busy town outside. The sound of a wooden door creaked and echoed throughout the room. A timid voice called my name. "Lady Sansa...are you awake...?"
14 days ago
The beast wouldn't gallop any faster. I pushed Him forward; I knew he was in pain but that was at the back of my mind. I wanted to tear my brother's neck in two, feel his blood run down my fingers. But all I could do at this moment was run. Not for my sake. But for the little Bird. He was so close to her. That fucking monster might have taken my face, but I couldn't let him take her. The water was near. I tried to move the little Bird in front of me, but the damn Mountain kept striking at her. Attempts at protecting her would not suffice. The fucker kept striking. I was about to tear his horse first, but her cry stopped me. In seconds she was falling, and I couldn't reach her. She fell, head down into the river. My mind couldn't think. I wanted to jump immediately, but the cunt of a brother didn't wait. He crashed his beast into mine, as I fell into the dirt. In seconds he was off his horse and near my throat, sending his sword down. I blocked in time to throw a dagger into his side. He released a yelp of pain, but that didn't stop him from another attempt at my death. I had no time for this. I needed to get to her. This fucker was in the way, and I couldn't get rid of him. And that's when I saw a chance. I wouldn't be able to get satisfaction of killing him tonight, but he would suffer My sword was able to find his shoulder, right where he had struck down at the little Bird. It cut deep into his bone, his blood spewing among his armor. He felt to the ground; I didn't have much time but i ran. I ran toward the river as fast my legs could let me. I plunged Into the frigid water, calling her name, looking everywhere among the god forsaken river. Nothing. No she wasn't gone. She was here. Somewhere. I would find her.
And for the first time in years, maybe decades, I was praying. Praying for the little Birds safety. I needed her heart beating. Alive. Safe. Smiling.
At the edge of a jagged rock, near the bank, I could see a different type of liquid. It wasn't water.
The blood of the Bird was spilt.
The Gods were once again laughing.