A/N - Just a side note, the romance part of this story might take a while to kick off, but don't worry - it's coming. Secondly, thank you guys for blowing this story up - already 15 favs and 30 follows in just one day, seriously thank you guys. Anyway, hope you enjoy and please Review.
Two Days Later
Arya twirled Needle around her fingers, she trudged through the woods of the Riverlands. The Hound glared at the small blade "Why do you keep that shite?" he asked. Arya groaned "My brother gave it to me." she stated simply. The Hound rolled his eyes "Which one - The bastard or the one Walder Frey butchered?" he asked with a loud chuckle. Arya stopped spinning the blade and turned her head and looked sharply at The Hound, "He might have been a bastard, but he had more honor than you." she quipped.
The Hound snorted at her remark, 'Shit has more honor that you.' Arya thought to herself.
As they walked, in the snow - A pure white wolf walked out a few feet in front of him. Sandor grinned as he licked his lips "Dinner..." he murmured and moved his hand to his sword. Arya looked closer at the wolf, he was much larger than any wolf she had ever seen... besides one - Ghost. "Jon!" she called out into the woods, The Hound looked over at her "Jon!" she yelled once again.
"What are you doing?" The Hound questioned, "Jon! It's Arya!" she screamed louder. The Hound grabbed her shoulder and clasped his hand over her mouth "Be quiet." he demanded as two sets of footsteps approached Ghost. Jon walked into view as he set his hand on Ghost's hand, "Damn dog..." he muttered as he smiled to the Direwolf. Robb walked next to him "I always knew he would trouble." Robb chuckled as Grey Wind trotted next to him.
Arya tried to wiggle her way free from The Hound's grip, but wasn't strong enough to get out. Ghost heard the rustling in the darkness and turned his head to them, his ears perked up and he started to growl at the dark. Jon stood back up and rose his brow at the dog, "What's wrong?" he asked. Robb turned his head to the woods "Did you heard that?" he asked, moving his hand to the hilt of his blade.
Jon drew Longclaw "Who's there?" he asked in an announcing voice. Arya bit down on Sandor's finger, causing him to release the small girl. Arya bolted to her brothers "Jon, Robb, Help!" she cried. Jon widened his eyes as his little sister sprinted into his arms, Jon smiled and kissed her brown hair, "Arya?!" he exclaimed, Arya turned to Robb and hugged him just as tightly as Jon.
Sansa walked out of the dark and faced the two brothers, he chuckled "I wonder how much he would pay for the head of three Starks'." he shifted his gaze to the Direwolves who growled at him "And their mutts." he added. Jon stood up firmly and looked at Sandor with a flaring anger in his brown eyes "You'll not harm my sister." he growled. The Hound chuckled "We'll see about that." he stated, readying his blade.
The Hound came charging at Jon, he twisted out of the way and sliced his sword toward his calf. The Hound cried out and turned back to him, he elbowed him in the jaw. Jon spat the blood in the snow and knocked The Hound to the ground, Sandor cut his blade against the area above Jon's eyes. Jon screeched and threw his off hand to the bleeding cut, the blood streamed down the side of his face.
Jon grunted and sliced off The Hound's hand clean off. Sandor yelled as he looked at his detached hand, Jon turned around to look at his siblings "Let's go..." he grunted. The side of Jon's face was covered in blood and snow. Arya looked at Jon in shock, her brother had changed in the past four years. Robb nodded and took his sister's hand, the haunting yells of The Hound coming from behind him.
Jon stopped in his tracks once they had gotten far enough away from Sandor, he placed both of his large hands on the sides of her shoulders "Did he hurt you?" he asked, Arya shook her head "Did he..." Jon's voice trailed off, Arya lost the color in her face but shook her head. Jon smiled lightly "Good." he nodded and turned his head toward her hip "You still have Needle." he stated as his smile widened, remembering the day he had given it to her.
Arya smiled and nodded "It was gift from my brother, I could never be rid of it." she stated as she threw her arms back around her brother's neck "I've miss you..." she whispered as he stroked her hair and cooed calming words to her. Arya pulled away from Jon and turned straight to Robb "I was at The Twins..." she stated "I saw you run out, I tried to call out to you, but The Hound stopped me before I could." she stated.
Robb looked at his sister with a sad smile "I'm sorry, Arya... Mother... she's gone." he stated. The two brothers were shocked when Arya didn't shed a single tear, she just nodded and spoke grimly "I figured as much... All I've seen since King's Landing is death... I saw father die, my dancing master, my friends... This world is corrupt." she stated and her face shifted to smile as she looked up at her two brothers "At least there's a few glimmers of light." she stated. Jon rested his hand on his sister "Let's go." he stated with a sad smile.
The three siblings had been walking for a few hours, they seemed to be going in the other direction of The Twins. Arya cocked her head at Robb "Where are we going?" she questioned, Robb sighed "There's a docks in between the border of The North and The Riverlands - we have a man that is loyal to House Stark that's the captain of a ship, he's taking us to Meereen." he explained.
Arya widened her eyes "Why in the Seven Hells are we leaving Westeros?!" she exclaimed, baffled. Jon sighed - part of him knew she would react like this, "House Stark is dead... I'm sorry to say it, but it's true - Lady Stark and Father were both murdered and many people think Robb is dead. I'm just a bastard that broke his vows and left the Night's Watch... Bran and Rickon were burned alive by Theon and The Gods only know what hell Sansa is going through." he explained.
Arya blinked at her brother as what he just said started to sink in. "Theon?" she asked weakly. Jon nodded sadly, Robb clenched his fist tightly until his knuckles were white. Robb had called Theon his brother, trusted him. He deserved worse than death.
Arya shook her head "We can't just give up, Sansa is in King's Landing - we can go and get her, then we can put Walder Frey's head on a pike and take back Winterfell." she stated, Jon shook his head "It won't be that easy, The Boltons have been named Wardens of the North... and King's Landing has hundred of men in the Red Keep and Sansa is to be Queen of that bastard King." he explained.
Arya shook her head "Father would never-" Robb whipped around and glared at his sister.
"Don't speak to me of what Father would do." he snapped "I want nothing more than to drive my sword through Walder Frey's heart, detach Lord Bolton's head from his shoulders, and go save my sister, but we can't..." he closed his eyes "We are two men, a little girl, and two direwolves... We can't take on an army. Luckily there's someone in Meereen who has one." he turned back around.
Jon looked at Arya sympathetically, he rested his hand on her shoulder as they followed Robb. "There is woman in Meereen, they call her - The Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains, and the Queen of Meereen." he explained "She has an army and a couple of Dragons, word has it that she wishes to take back Westeros from Joffrey." he explained, "Her name is Daenerys Targaryen, she is the daughter of The Mad King." he explained.
Arya shook her head "The same Targaryen's that raped and murdered our aunt." she pointed out.
Jon sighed "Prince Rhaegar was her brother, we shan't judge her on the actions on her family." he stated. Arya sighed and turned her head "What if she doesn't help us... what if she kills you or Robb... or me." she stated. Jon shook his head "I won't let her... Arya, Queen Daenerys is our last and only hope. If we don't go to Meereen and at least try, then House Stark will be lost forever." he explained.
Arya sighed and nodded "Very well... I'm glad we found each other, Jon." she hugged him again, "You're not just a bastard - You're a Stark." she stated with a smile.