Disclaimer : game of throne and cyberpunk don't belong to me.
Author note: first fanfic , be nice.
The last thing she had seen were those chilling blue eyes. The Night King was dead, she had managed to kill him with her valerian steel dagger. In her excitement Arya hadn't noticed the icy fingers that had penetrated her flesh before the dagger did its work and as the Night King saw the world for the last time, he took her life with him.
"Valar morghulis" she whispered in her last breath. She would welcome the god of death with open arms. At least that was what she believed.
But she heard a loud laugh before her eyes snapped open.
A violent cry escaped her.
She was alive.