Author's Notes: Hello everyone. Glad you all liked the last chapter, as always Martin owns all this I am just playing with it.
Sansa dreamed. In her dream she was home in Winterfell, but it was not the Winterfell that she remembered. It was in ruins, the buildings torn down and the walls blackened by fire. She walked amongst the ruins and felt the urge to weep.
A sound reached her ears, turning she sought the source of the sound. When she saw it she did weep. It was Lady, her direwolf. Lady, who had died because she had lied for love of that monster Joffery. To Sansa's horror blood smeared Lady's coat from a knife thrust to the throat. Crying, she threw her arms around Lady and buried her face in the bloody fur.
"I am sorry Lady. Oh I am so, so sorry. I did not this to happen and now you're dead because of me!"
Lady looked her straight in the eye and even though she was a wolf Sansa would have sworn she saw love and forgiveness in her eyes. Then everything faded.
She soared through the air. She heard nothing but the rush of air and the beating of her wings; looking down her sharp eyes scanned the ground for prey. She flew over the strange shaped rock that so many of the two legged creatures burrowed in. The bright lights hurt her eyes and she turned away from it.
She looped and spun in the air, reveling in the joy of flight. Below something caught her eye. Turning toward it she dove. Down she shot faster and faster. She stretched out her talons to seize the mouse as it ran frantically before her. At the last moment it darted into its hole and she found herself thwarted.
As she pulled up she saw lights high up on the rock. Even though she normally avoided the lights she felt a strange curiosity. Flying up she nestled on a ledge and looked in. There lay two of the two-legged creatures nestled up together. One was small, its legs twisted and the other was taller was straight limbs and long fur. She could not understand why but both seemed familiar for some reason.
Sansa awoke with a start. She had been having a most peculiar dream. First she had been home and then she had been flying. She supposed that she had been dreaming of home because she wanted to return there. From what she had heard though Winterfell now looked more like the ruin of her dream than the home she remembered and longed for. It saddened her to think that she could not escape even in her dreams.
The memory of Lady saddened her as well. To have seen her, even if only as a dream, had been wonderful and now it felt like Lady had just died all over again. She would choose, she decided, to remember that last look she had received from Lady, the look of love and forgiveness. It comforted her to think that Lady would forgive her and she hoped that her family would do the same when they met on the other side.
The second art of the dream confused her. It had seemed so real, more so than the first part. She could still feel the sensation of flight. It had been wonderful, never in her life had she felt so free, she had wanted the dream to go on forever.
Still, she told herself, it had been only a dream. It saddened her to think so but it was the truth. Then a sound caught her attention.
Looking towards the source she stared in amazement as a great owl spread its wings and flew away. All at once she remembered why the two creatures had seemed so familiar in her dream. It had been her and Tyrion, she had been looking at herself and her husband threw the owl's eyes.
Author's Notes: Well, I hope you all like this little twist to things. Let me know what you think in the reviews. Please keep praying for Shawn and persecuted Christians everywhere and all who need it. Especially the American pastor Saeed Abedini who was sentenced in Iran to eight years in prison. See you all later and may Jesus bless you all.