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Arya
Arya shot up with a start screaming, she stopped realising where she was. She felt tears streaming down her face and a layer of sweat covered her. Arya started to heave big breaths in and out trying to get air into her lunges. Arya felt herself shaking. Arya had been home for a week and she hadn't slept well since the first night, it was because Nymeria's calming presence wasn't with her. Arya climbed out of bed and grabbed a clock before leaving her chambers, once she had escaped the night mares she was never willing to go back there. This was the first time she had screamed since she had returned and hoped no one heard her.
Arya walked in till she found her way to the godswood, Arya didn't believe in the old gods, they let her Father be killed when he spent so much time praying to them. She didn't believe in the seven because her Mother spent everyday praying in the sept her Father built and they let Mother and Robb be slaughtered, nor the red god, or any god. Arya didn't even believe in death anymore because now she had killed so many people who had done nothing to her, it lost it's meaning to her. Arya liked sitting in the gods wood because she felt closer to her Father there. Her nightmare was like nothing she had seen before, everyone she killed was with her as well as her family, disappointed in her, dis owning her. They had that right, Arya was sure she would have done the same. Arya sat next to the heart tree like her Father, and waited. Waited for the sun to come up and another day could keep her doing things.
Arya opened her eyes to see she had fallen asleep leaning on the heart tree. Arya got up and hurried off, if she was right by the time she changed she would be late to break her fast with her siblings. When Arya walked into the hall she cursed to see everyone was already there, there was a seat Arya normally sat in next to Jon, there was someone sitting in it so Arya took a seat with some of the Lords, hopefully Sansa and Jon would think she had always been there. Arya didn't know why but Sansa and Jon had been watching her like a hawk, Arya thought it was because they wanted to know what had happened to her. Or they just wanted to make sure she was alright. Arya dared look up when she felt his eyes on her. His eyes where furrowed and Arya knew he noticed she hadn't been there. Arya smiled and waved before turning back to Lyanna Mormont who she had been talking to. Arya liked Lyanna she had this fire to her, and she wouldn't let anyone push her around, she knew Bear island was in good hands.
Jon caught up with her after Fast. 'Hi Jon' Arya said still walking towards the library, she didn't know why she was heading there maybe she would find something about wights she could read.
'Arya, I wanted to talk to you'
'Yeah?' she looked at him
'I heard you last night, screaming. I was taking a walk, I couldn't sleep.' Arya tried to stay calm but her heart wasn't, it was beating very fast, 'You know you can tell me anything right?' No I can't
'Yeah I do.' Her mouth felt dry from the lie, Arya hated lying to Jon, her Jon
'What was your nightmare about?'
'I don't remember.' Liar, obviously Jon thought so too because he huffed
'You know what Arya, fine don't tell what made half the castle hear you and don't tell me about your travels, see if I care.' And he turned and stormed off. Arya had trouble breathing, Arya knew she hadn't told Jon what she went through but he had been so good at hiding that it troubled him, Arya saw now and Arya was scared she was going to lose him no matter what she did.
Arya sits down at a table with an old book she found, it was in High Valyrian but Arya could read it. She kept on reading the same page over and over again, as she thought of Jon's lips on hers. Arya shook her head, he is your brother, you are no better than the Lannister's thinking like that Arya buries her thoughts down deep hoping they would never surface again. Arya went back to her book. Arya didn't know how long she was there until a cough interrupted her. she looked up to see Sir Davos standing there. 'That book is in High Valyrain.' Arya nodded 'How does a Princess of The North come to read High Valyrian?'
'I can speak it too, I also can speak different languages of the Free Cities and a small amount of Dothraki and Low Valyrian, I was over the narrow sea for quite a while, I was taught it so I could go to different places and work there.' Sir Davos nodded
'So what did you do when you worked.'
'I was a different range of things, I worked for this one place and they sent me wherever they needed help. I might be a kitchen maid one day then serving drinks the next.'
'Did you like it?' he asked
'It was work. Sometimes I questioned it but most of the time I just did what I was told.'
'I came in here to get a book, you see there was this girl called Shireen, she was trying to teach me to read, but she died so I try to do my bit and continue learning.'
'Well if you ever need any help, you can ask me.' He nodded and walked off and Arya went back to her book. When Arya looked up again she found it was getting dark and knew she spent all her day reading. Her back ached from bending down but she was used to the stiffness and only needed to spar to loosen her up. She made sure there wasn't anyone in the training yard and pulled out a dummy. If anyone saw her they would ask how she had become as good as she got. And they lead back to The House of Black and White.
Jon
Jon froze once he heard Sir Davos tell him about Arya being about to speak different languages, Jon hadn't asked Sir Davos to keep an eye on Arya, but Sir Davos was amazed by Arya and couldn't keep it hidden. Arya had been very secretive about what happened to her, it hurts Jon, Arya had never kept a secret from him in all her life. He didn't like it. Jon had heard Arya scream last night, he had gone for a walk and found his way near her room, Jon had seen her leave her room and go towards the direction of the gods wood. Jon had gone back to bed. In the morning when they were breaking fast Arya was missing. Jon was talking to Wyman Manderly when he saw her sneak in and sit down. She looked up and smiled and waved before looking back.
Jon had caught up with her after, Jon saw she was tired, she had bags under her eyes, it confirmed that she wasn't sleeping. She said she was fine but Jon knew better. Arya had become am very good liar but she still could never lie to him. He was seeing red, what couldn't she tell him. He needed to get out of there. Once he left her he felt bad. What ever had happened to her it was too bad to talk about and now he had yelled at her for it. The day was getting worse after Sir Davos had come back from the library. Jon decided he would apologise to Arya. That is what he was going watching Arya fight a dummy with Needle like it was second nature. He had never seen someone fight like that. When she was done he was madder than ever, she was beautiful fighting like that. He felt something stir in him like when he was with Ygritte. She was his sister he should not be having these thoughts. Once she was done he clapped. She spun around and Jon saw shock in her silver grey eyes.
'Where did you learn that? At the same place as you learnt your languages? He wasn't spying on you if that is what you are worried about' Jon sound too bitter for his liking but he couldn't stop it he was fuming. Disgusted at what he was feeling, irritated at all the lies. 'He just said it in passing. I came out here to let some frustration because you of all people wouldn't tell me what was going on.' Arya looked down.
'I don't know you at all anymore.' Jon spat. He walked out leaving Arya behind him. That person may look like his sister but now he didn't see any of the little girl he loved more than anything.
Arya
Arya didn't see Jon at dinner because she didn't go, but a servant came in mid-morning once Arya had again missed a meal in the great hall. The maid told her the King wanted to see her. Arya didn't know why, he was normally taking up with the people. She followed without saying anything. She came and sat next to Sansa not looking at Jon. She didn't know what to do. Jon is right he didn't know her at all because the girl died and no one was born, then no one died and this new Arya was born. It was this Arya or someone else, she couldn't be no one again but she wouldn't be Arya Stark either. A woman entered and Arya felt her blood turn to ice. The woman had the same face as the girl Arya had killed. Arya could never forget that face, or any face for that matter but this face tormented her, beat her, then try to kill her. This face she saw when she was trapped in her nightmares. The waif was dead. But here she was. It was hard to breath. Arya didn't hear what they were saying, it was like water was over her ears. When she left Arya excused herself and left. Arya followed the woman and once Arya had caught up to her she pulled her onto a wall and put a dagger to her throat.
'How are you here, I killed you.' The girl gave her a mocking laugh
'How do you know it was I in that room? I am No One, I cannot die.'
'Why are you here?' Arya gritted through her teeth.
'A price has been paid, your king will die.' Arya's grip loosened, Arya couldn't tell if she was lying, the Waif was the one person where Arya could not pick up a lie from. The Waif pushed Arya off her and smiled her cruel smile and left Arya sliding down the wall trying to get air into her lungs.
