The station hadn't been nearly as full of officers as Gendry had expected, but he still kept out of sight while Arya bought their tickets.
She waved the tickets at him with a small, cheeky smile as she walked up to him. Then bought a few candy bars and a couple of bottled waters and boarded their train.
Arya ripped a candy bar open and took two huge bites as soon as they had found a seat. She set the candy down on her lap and began unscrewing the cap on a bottle of water while she chewed.
"Wha' aw you starwing at?" she demanded before taking a sip from the bottle.
"You. I'm staring at you. Slow down, or you'll choke." he said. She rolled her eyes at him, but she did eat slower, putting less food in her mouth and chewing thoroughly.
A couple sat in front of them, so Gendry couldn't really talk to Arya. She was tired, sleepy, with a belly full, and before long she began nodding with sleep.
When Gendry he cupped her face in one hand and pulled her gently against his shoulder. That's when he caught the couple staring. When his eyes met the woman's, she smiled at him.
"Your brother?" she asked.
Gendry glanced down at Arya, snoring softly on his shoulder.
"Yea." he answered, his eyes leaving Arya's face slowly to meet the woman's eyes once more. The woman nodded with a smile.
"What's in London?" she asked.
She had to be the nosiest woman on the train. No one had ever asked him this many questions when he'd taken the train before. Perhaps he was just edgy.
"Family." Gendry said, a bit too rudely, hoping she would stop asking questions. She did, and Gendry was thankful.
Arya slept through the entire ride.
At one point, Gendry had to pee, and he almost woke her so he could slip out of the seat and go to the toilets, but she looked so comfortable, so he held it, hoping the feeling urge go away.
By the time they arrived to London though, it had become almost unbearable.
"Arry." Gendry whispered as he shook Arya's shoulder.
Her eyes slit open a fraction. "what?" she asked as she rubbed her face into his shoulder, taking in a deep, shuddery breath.
"Arry." he shook her again.
"What? What?" she asked groggily as she wiped at her face with the back of her hand and pulled away from his shoulder.
"We're here. I need to pee. I'll be back." he said quickly and he sprinted towards the train lavatory.
Arya was waiting for him outside, looking half asleep and angry. It was pouring and they had no umbrella, but it didn't take them long to get a cab.
"Where to?" the man behind the wheel asked.
Gendry turned to Arya. "Where is your family staying?" he asked.
Arya's eyes grew wide. "Ummm..."
"Where?" the man insisted.
"I think Robb said... uhhh..." she grunted, "I can't remember."
"Great Ormond." Gendry told the driver, and the car moved forward.
"I doubt they'll be at the hospital." Arya whispered over to Gendry.
"Maybe someone will know something." He told her, although he knew she was right.
They had made it. Out of his apartment. Away from both the police and the other men who had been following them. They had made it safely across the city to the station, and now to London. All in less than a day.
It was 3 in the afternoon, but to Gendry, it felt as though it had taken them days to get to where they were.
Less than 24 hours ago, his buzzer had rung, and Arya came to his door dressed in a dead man's suit.
Ned is dead.
Robert is my father.
Yoren is dead. People are after us.
His life had changed... all in less than 24 hours, and it would never be the same again. When he let Arya walk into his home, he let everything slip in with her.
"Joe." Arya's voice pulled him from his thoughts. Gendry turned to her, confused. She poked her head into the cab.
"Pay the driver." They were infront of Great Ormond.
"Oh." Gendry said stupidly and unzipped the bag to pull out the what he owed the man.
There was a large banner to their left as they made their way towards the main entrance, announcing the new wing.
There was more signs inside, saving them the trouble of asking anyone for directions. They took a lift to the fifth floor, and followed the signs until they came to the new wing. It was dead. Only an orderly sat behind the front desk.
When they asked him about Bran, he assumed they were journalist or reporters and demanded they leave.
"We're friends, we've just come to pay our condolences." Gendry said. The man shook his head at them and said Bran would no longer receive therapy here.
"Still can't remember the hotel you family is staying at?" he asked Arya once they were outside the hospital.
"No." she snapped, walking past them and taking the lead.
"Ey! Im not the one who forgot the name of their hotel, I'm trying to help you, so don't take it out on me!"
"I'm not." she called over her shoulder guiltily.
"Just... stop. Stop walking. Take a break to just breath and think." he told her.
Arya stopped.
"Bran said the hotel was very close to the hospital." she told Gendry once he was besides her.
"Alright. That's a lot hotels though."
She closed her eyes and exhaled. "King something." she said.
"King's Cross!" Gendry offered excitedly, but she shook her head. She looked around until she spotted a woman, and crossed to her. Gendry followed.
"Hi." Arya called to the woman. "A hotel. King something. It's near by."
"King's Cross?" the woman suggested. Arya shook her head.
"Kingsway?" the woman said, and this time Arya nodded and thanked her turning to Gendry.
"It's Kingsway."
Gendry nodded. They found a parked cab, and it took them to the hotel.
They received the same, possibly worse, treatment that they had received at the hospital as soon as they mentioned they were searching for the Starks.
Gendry pulled Arya by the arm just as she was about to start yelling at the girl behind the front desk.
"You don't want to draw attention to us." he whispered through clenched teeth as they made it for the exit. Arya shrugged his hand off her shoulder.
"I wasn't" she said and walked ahead of him, reaching the exit before him.
Gendry clenched a fist. This girl. this girl will...
"Oi. Over here." a voice called Gendry turned and saw a bellboy standing in front of the lifts. He beckoned Gendry over.
Gendry crossed to him casually.
"They left last night." the guy whispered as soon as Gendry was stood beside him.
"Where?" Gendry whispered back.
"I don't know, I just know they left. The son checked them out, around 2 am. Then this morning" the elevator doors opened and the guy stepped in. " this place was crawling with reporters."
"Thanks." Gendry told him as the door closed between them.
Arya was leaning against a pilar outside of the hotel, hands in her jean pockets, slouching forward so that she looked just like a boy of maybe 14.
"They're gone." he told her.
"How do you know?" she asked sceptically.
Gendry rolled his eyes. "Seems they actually release information to nice people. Nice people who ask decently. With manners. Doubt you know what those are."
Arya punched his arm.
"Point proved."
"Who told you they left?"
Gendry turned away from her and began walking down the sidewalk leaving Arya to follow. "Bellboy told me."
"Bloody hell!" she cursed under her breath.
Gendry stopped and turned to face her, nearly making her crash into him.
"Where would they've gone? Would they go back to Sheffield, or would they go somewhere else?"
Arya bit her lip, furrowing her eyebrows. She was running on empty. They both were.
"We need to eat." he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down the street. She didn't pull away this time. "It'll help you think." he chuckled, "Hopefully." he squeezed her shoulders teasingly. This time she did pull away, but not before she elbowed his ribs.
Gendry laughed as he rubbed his side.
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They had been at the hospital all morning. Cersei was the first to leave, but Joffrey wanted to stay longer, and Sansa didn't want to leave his side.
He had barely said a thing to her all day, staying by his father's bed as much as he was allowed. They were on their way back to the manor now, and Joffrey sat silently besides her on the back seat, looking out the window.
Sandor was behind the wheel. He'd taken the longer route, "for safety," he had grumbled in response to Joffrey's scolding face.
Sansa looked over to him, searching for the proper words to comfort him, and needing his comfort in return.
Thanks to the conversation she had with her mother last night, she felt more composed. But the knowledge of her father's death was eating her from the inside out. Slowly.
She stretched her hand to touch Joffrey's, but he pulled away at her touch.
"Joffrey." she said in a quiet voice. "I'm here. If you need to talk." She took a paused, wishing Sandor wasn't in the car with them. "I've lost my father. It's not the same, but..."
"You're right, it's not the same!" Joffrey snapped bitterly, turning to face her. "Justice killed your father. Betrayal killing mine!" he grabbed her hand in his, twisting it. Sansa gasped in pain.
"Don't try and compare yourself to me!" he released her.
Sansa grabbed her hand and pulled it to her chest. Tears fell from her eyes.
"Sandor. The lady needs fresh air. Pull over." Joffrey called out, looking Sansa up and down, his face twisted in disgust. "She can walk home."
"Joffrey." Sansa whimpered out, but he ignored her turning to the window.
"Now!" Joffrey yelled at Sandor, and the car began to edge, coming to a full stop next to a restaurant.
"Joffrey!" Sansa yelled, pulling his shoulder to make him face her.
"We both need to relax and clear our minds. Go." he barked as he pointed to the door.
She bit her lip and began to weep.
"Oh please!" Joffrey slid across the seat and reached over her to open the door. "It's just a walk you spoiled brat. I'm sure you can handle a walk." he pushed out of the car, but he was gentle, before he closed the door.
"Joffrey!" she yelled, but the car was already driving away.
Her hands clamped over her face as more tears came. She needed her mother. She needed her father. He needed Arya, oddly.
She wasn't sure how long she stood there, by the road as cars drove by, and the tears fell and fell, but when she finally wiped at them and straightened herself, she realized she didn't have her hand bag or her mobile. She could walk into one of the restaurants call herself a cab. But then she realized Landing's manor wasn't too far, and she welcomed the walk and the fresh air. Zipping up her jacket all the way to the top and tightening her scarf around her, she made her way up the road, walking slowly, thinking over everything.
Arya and Rickon were still missing, as well as Mordane. Her father was dead. Jon was dead. Her mother was so far away. Joffrey needed her, even if he tried to be strong. Even if he was cruel to her.
She was not excusing him. But she understood why he behaved the way he did.
Perhaps I should join mother in Spain.
She quickly pushed that idea aside. Joffrey needed her. And she needed him.
It was while before she left urban Sheffield behind, and now she was surrounded by country on all sides. The manor wasn't far now. She'd easily be there within the hour.
Several passing cars offered her a ride, but she declined politely, even thought it was freezing.
She welcomed the cold. She hoped it would seep into her bones. She hoped it would numbed her feelings.
The sky was losing light quickly, and her feet had begun to grow tired, when she saw it.
Over the hill came two head lights and she recognized the car, even from a distance. She stopped walking, waiting as the car made a u turn and stopped a few meters ahead of her. She ran to it and opened the door, frowning when she realized who the driver was.
It was Sandor.
She had been hoping it would be Joffrey.
"Thank you." she said as she climbed in and closed the door. Sandor nodded once, turning the heater on full blast.
Sansa leaned her forehead against the window. This was Joffrey's doing. She was sure of it. She must go and thank him as soon as they arrive to Landing's. He will hopefully be in a better mood.
"If it's not too bold of me to ask," Sandor began abruptly, his deep voice startling her, "Why didn't you go with your mother? Why stay with him?"
"That is too bold!" Sansa snapped. Sandor clenched his jaw, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. He said nothing more.
They drove a short while in silence before Sansa began feeling guilty for snapping at him.
"If you must know," she said, "His father is in the hospital. He needs me. I'm here to comfort him. We need each other...To comfort each other."
Sandor laughed, a dry, bitter laugh, stealing a glance at her. "He is doing a fucking fine job of comforting you." he said sarcastically.
"He's a difficult person! You know that. Everyone knows that. At times he can be harsh, but that's just..."
"Then why are you with him?" Sandor demanded.
Sansa's word caught in her mouth at the rawness of Sandor's question. It was as if the man had forgotten himself for that brief moment.
"Why are you?" Sansa demanded furiously when she'd found her words again.
The car swerved towards the curb, coming to a abrupt stop, making Sansa catch herself against the dashboard to keep herself from hitting her head on the windshiled.
Sandor breaths came out ragged besides her.
"I won't be for long." he whispered as he slowly turned to face her. "I'm leaving him."
Sansa blinked in shock. Her heart was beginning to slow now. "What?" she managed to gasp out. She knew how much Joffrey depended on Sandor's presence to feel more... powerful.
"I'm leaving him. For good. I don't know why I stayed this long." he paused briefly before leaning towards her and taking her delicate face in his large hands. "Your father... he was an innocent man. The Lannisters will make sure no one ever knows that." He paused, looking deep into her eyes. Sansa felt naked at that moment. Stripped of all pretense. She found she wanted to look away from his eyes. But something inside her kept her gaze fixed on his. "I can take you with me." he whispered, so close to her face. "I can take you to your mother. Take you away from him."
A mixture of emotions swirled inside her at that moment. Fear. Hope. Longing. Loneliness. Fear, again.
Loyalty.
She wanted to. To see her mother and brothers again. To comfort them and be comforted. To be free. It wasn't until just now, that she realized she felt trapped with the Lannisters . . . caged . . . And she wanted out.
"I can't." she whispered shakily.
Sandor released her face, as if it had burned him. Strangely, Sansa hated the sudden absence of of heat his hands brought her face.
His eyes slowly left hers and he pulled away from her, switching the gear to drive. The car moved forward.
Sansa instantly regretted her choice, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him.
It wasn't far before they reached King's lane. Sansa listened to the hiss of the gravel road under the tires as she searched her head for a way of telling Sandor she had changed her mind. She would leave with him. She realized she trusted him.
The car pulled up in front of the manor, coming to a stop, but Sandor didn't turn the engine off and Sansa didn't move to open the door. She turned to face him, but he was looking away from her, out the window.
The lilac sky was grasping on to the last bit of light the sun had left behind after it set.
She parted her lips, about to speak, but he spoke first.
"Joffrey didn't send me, so it's best you don't go thank him."
Sansa mouth closed. She felt like an idiot.
"Well are you getting off or not?" he barked. Not. "I'd like to get a head start if you don't mind."
"You're leaving now?" she heard the disappointment in her voice.
He nodded, still not meeting her eyes.
For as long as she could remember, Sandor had worked for the Baratheons. He had been there during their trip that summer. Never leaving Joffrey's side.
She had grown used to him. His presence. The little things he helped her with. A hand when mounting a horse. Opening doors for her. The handkerchief he gave her on the ride back to the manor after the incident at Cutler's Hall, when she couldn't stop crying.
She still had that, somewhere in her room.
He had in a way, not only been there for Joffrey all this time, but for her too.
In a way, he's leaving me too.
"Good luck." she said quickly and she opened the door and jumped out.
She turned, about to close the door, when she noticed he was reaching behind her seat to pick up her bag.
"Good bye little bird. I hope you make it out of this cage alive." he whispered tenderly as he pushed the bag into her hands.
"I will." she nodded, with more determination than she'd ever heard in her voice before. Her heart began to race as she slammed the door, and the car roared forward, down King's lane, towards the main road, leaving behind a thin cloud of dust.
Before she knew it, she had dropped her bag, and she was running after the car, waving her hands in the air.
It came to a sudden stop, nearly at the main road, before it started backing up in reverse. Towards her.
It stopped right besides her and he rolled the window down.
"I.." she gasped out, grabbing her sides as she caught her breath.
Sandor didn't wait for her to say anything else. He turned to the buttons in his door and unlocked the door.
"Get in." he said.
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"Sansa and Rickon are still up in Sheffield." Arya told Gendry after she had swallowed the food in her mouth.
"So you think they'll go back?" Gendry asked, wiping his fingers on his napkin.
Arya shook her head. She was sure her mother was worried sick about Rickon and Sansa, but she was a smart woman.
"Things back home are a mess. Bran is in a wheelchair, and Rickon and Sansa have Mordane."
"Who's that?"
"She's been with us all our lives. Like an au pair."
"So...Sheffield, or no?" Gendry asked, taking a sip from his drink.
"Mother will go there, eventually. But first there's Bran. I don't think she wants to drag Bran anywhere. The only place she could trust leaving him at would be my grandfather's"
Gendry nodded, "Alright, where's that?"
"Spain." Arya said.
She had was expecting Gendry to give up then and there. Ever since she heard the argument between him and Yoren earlier that morning, she had been expecting him to leave her. She wouldn't blame him.
He hadn't so far. It had just been a day, though. Less than a day, technically. A very long day though, that had given him more than enough chances to go his own way.
He has his own issues and problems.
He seemed loyal to her, for some reason. Perhaps, she told herself, it was because Gendry was different.
"Spain then?" he didn't sound too excited.
"You don't have to do this, you know? I can find my way alone."
He nodded in agreement, taking a handfull of chips and pushing them in his mouth. "You're right." he said as he chewed.
Arya's gaze fell to the food in her plate. So . . . he's leaving.
"Now, wouldn't going to Spain just be like playing catch-up with your family? You said your mother will eventually end up there anyway."
"They left last night," Arya poked at a chunk of meat with her fork. "That's not such a large gap. Besides i'd rather go to Spain than back home."
"Me too." Gendry agreed tossing his napkin over his food and pushing his plate away. "I have no idea what's waiting for me back there, but I'm not in any hurry to find out."
Arya peeked up at him through her bangs. That's why he's staying with me. To avoid facing the whole Robert issue.
"We should head to the station then." he stood from his seat and shouldered Yoren's bag. Arya nodded. Whatever his reasons were, she was glad of his company.
At St. Pancras, the man behind the window at the ticket office told them the Eurostar had cancelled services until the next day.
"We open our office at 4:30 am Monday." he told them.
"Thank you. We'll be back." Gendry turned headng for the exit.
"What now?" Arya asked as she tried to keep up with him.
"We come back tomorrow. Find a place to stay tonight."
"What about flying there?"
He just shook his head.
"Why not?"
"Because, Arya! You may have a new look, but I don't! It won't be long before our faces are all over the news. A fucking new name doesn't won't make a difference. They take way longer at the airport check points than they do here. I'm not walking into an airport." he told her, holding the door open for her.
I could just leave without him. Leave him behind.
She considered it brieflt before she realized she couldn't. They were in this together.
Gendry found a hotel near by and checked them in for the night.
After a long day of running in the cold, walking into the warm hotel room felt a bit surreal.
Arya threw herself on one of the beds, exhaling out her exhaustion.
"I call the shower." Gendry announced as he set Yoren's bag down on the dresser.
Arya needed to pee, but just as she was about to tell him, he closed the bathroom door behind him. She sighed, rolling on her side briefly, to remove her boots, before falling on her back once more.
She went over everything that had happened so far, re-living it hesitantly.
"I'm sorry father." she said, closing her eyes against the tears that quickly welled in her eyes. "They'll pay. They will pay."
Her mind found its way to the man she had killed. The lifeless body lying on the alley floor. Her eyes snapped open.
She rolled off the bed and walked to the bag. The shower water was already running.
She found her gun and pulled it out, walking back to her bed. She only had that one lesson with Syrio, but it had been enough to help her kill a man.
The night of her first and only lesson, Arya had stayed awake waiting for Bran to call her. She wanted to tell him all about Syrio and about the story the strange man told her.
"Fear cuts deeper than swords." she quoted.
Bran never called her back, but Arya still stayed up most of the night, too excited to fall asleep, and a thought had crossed her mind. If she ever killed someone, it would change her. She would become someone else. Killing someone would change who she was and how she thought and lived. The minute a bullet of hers took the life of someone would be the minute that Arya would no longer be Arya. In her place would be a darker form of herself.
That man she killed today was going to kill Gendry, and so Arya killed him. But she still felt a darkness seeping into her heart.
She wondered if, when Jon had bought the gun, the same thoughts had crossed his mind. Probably. Not long after he bought the gun, he joined the army.
Arya would join the army too, after all of this was over. She'd considered it for quite some time, but now she was sure that was what she wanted.
The thought made her smile as she hugged her gun, turning to her side. Her thoughts found Jon. Jon in uniform. Jon's letters. And she found bittersweet sleep.
Then Gendry was shaking her awake.
"Arya, you fell asleep with your gun." he told her as he took it from her hands.
Arya eyes blinked heavily, and the first thing she saw was his wet, bare chest. Her eyes flung open and sprung off the pillow.
His thick black hair fell across his blue eyes, still wet from the shower. He only wore the jeans he had bought earlier. No shirt. Arya bit her lip uncomfortably and averted her eyes from his chest.
"You should be careful with this." Gendry placed the gun on the night table between their beds. Arya stole a quick glance at him out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes fell on his chest and arms, instead of his face.
He looks strong.
"Who taught you how to use a gun?" her eyes snapped away from his body and met his, feeling a blush creep into her face.
"Syrio. A friend of fathers. I only had one lesson with him though."
"Well that was more than enough, apparently." Gendry picked up a towel from the bed and passed it over his hair a few times before dropping it on the floor and picking up the gun. He shifting it around from one hand to the other, feeling the weight of it before pulling out the magazine and tossing it on his bed.
In one quick move, he had the gun pointed at Arya.
"Give me your wallet." he said.
Arya caught on quickly, jumping to her feet. She tried to push the gun away from her but Gendry was quicker.
"Bang! You're dead." he said.
"Again." Arya said, her eyes twinkling with challenge.
Gendry turned his back to her, starting for the door, but then swiftly spun around and pointed the gun inches from her face.
"Car keys, now!" he growled. She bit her lip in thought, before lunging at him.
"Bang. Dead again."
"I moved it out of the way on time." she complained.
"An attacker keeps his finger on the trigger. Any flinch in movement on your part will make him pull the trigger. Last night, outside of my flat, I came a split second away from killing you. It takes a lot of control to keep from doing that."
"So when can I disarm then?"
Gendry pointed the gun at her face. "Wait for them to talk, or when you're talking yourself. It distracts them from the trigger. Or, if he asks you to do something, like to walk towards him, or he says, put your hands in the air, or asks you to hand something over, that's the perfect moment. He is already expecting you to move."
"Ok, so, if for example..." Arya grabbed the gun and pointed it to the side, twisting his wrist sideways. He released it, and Arya grabbed it with her left hand, pointing it at him.
He smiled. "Something like that." He disarmed her.
"It's about speed, yes. But talking helps. Like I said, it distracts. Don't hesitate though. He sure won't."
Arya nodded, taking a mental note of it all.
They practiced over and over again, several times, changing the scenarios around.
"You're a quick learner." he complimented with a smile. She smiled too, bringing him to roll his eyes.
Suddenly he had tossed the gun on his bed and he grabbed her, falling with her on her bed.
"Your attacker won't always use a gun." he whispered in her ear.
Arya struggled to free herself, but his arms had hers locked down on the bed.
"I've almost freed myself from you before." she groaned breathlessly as she tried wiggling herself free. He pushed her face down on the mattress with one hand and then held his right forearm down on her neck, and then moved the other to lock her wrists.
"I was neither trying to rob or rape you." he said and then he released her.
She turned on her back and kicked his shoulder. Gendry fell to the floor, landing on his side, and Arya jumped on him, locking her arms around his neck in a choke hold. Her face pressed against the side of his, and she could smell the soap on his ear. He pushed back, and her back slammed against the front of the night table, nearly knocking the lamp off.
Gendry twisted his torso to his right, and pulled his head out of her arms and grabbed both of her wrists and twisted her down to the floor, straddling her hips and putting his hands around her neck, locking her down once more.
Her legs began to kick, but the beds were on either side of them and she had little room to move. She reached for his face, but her arms were too short. He laughed, which made her angry and she began slamming her fists all along his arms, which only made him laugh harder.
"You're long raped and killed by now, your body tossed by some dustbin in an alley." he cried out in amusement and then released her neck, ready to stand. Arya limberly brought her left knee towards her chest and quickly kicking her foot towards his groin. She missed him by an inch and he fell forward, his face nearly knocking into hers. Instead, it his the floor besides her, and he groaned in pain. Arya became aware of the positiong they were in. His body straddling her hips, his chest pressed against hers, his right cheek against hers.
This was the closest she'd ever been to his face. He was so close, that when he pulled his forehead off the floor, Arya could feel his warm breath on her face. Their eyes met for a brief second, then he blinked quickly, clearing his throat and holding on to the side of a bed to stand. He offered her a hand and she stood up, feeling the heat on her face.
They shared a brief look.
"You're lucky you missed my balls." he snapped his fingers, pointing one at her. "I almost cracked my skull with yours."
She rolled her eyes. "I should shower." she said, crossing towards the bathroom quickly, slamming and locking the door behind her, and leaning her back against it. There was squirrels inside her stomach.
"Stupid, stupid Gendry."
AN
This chapter came later than i expected. I apologize. I had an order of costumes I had to finish and turn in by Saturday.
BTW, that's what I do. I am a costumer! That and a tax agent :)
Anyway.
We're going to Spain! WOO!
I'll have fun researching Spain, so I'm excited.
We have a bit of a Sansa POV. A reader asked me if there will be more Sansa POV. Yes, as you may have guessed after this chapter. However this is still an Arya/Gendry fic, and I waited too long for chapter 10 to bring them together to have them upstaged.
I put in a few more book references in this chapter. Like the "He's strong" line replaced by the "he looks strong."
Also, a freshly showered Gendry, which i missed in the show, and soap smelling ears, and a re write of the Acorn Hall wrestle.
Also, I've made the trailer for this fanfic, i will post the YouTube link on my fanfic profile. Tell me what you think.
Thanks for all your reviews. Keep the coming!