As the sun rises, the heir to Winterfell is sitting on a log, in the middle of the woods, cleaning his precious sword. He sighs, not even a hour ago, the Stark was driving his sword through some wildlings but the sword he is seen cleaning with a cloth is not the one that was used to end some wildlings. Torrhen Dayne Stark is not an arrogant man, he knows he is good but he doesn't believe he is the best but one thing he is pretty arrogant about is using his family's sword against an opponent he feels doesn't deserve to go up against the Sword of the Morning. Torrhen remembers it like it was yesterday, even though it was three years ago. He was in Dorne, it was his last week there, so the Martells decided to have a tournament in his honor. People from all over the Seven Kingdoms came, even King Robert. At the end of the tournament, King Robert believed he hadn't been challenged enough so he fought against two of his Kingsguard and won. After that, the King decided to knight him and his mother's family that was there, watching, decided he was more than deserving of the sword. Hell, even King Robert said so, he said give the boy several more years and he will pass the great Ser Arthur Dayne. He quickly gets out of his thoughts when he hears someone approaching him.

Torrhen: Arya?! What are you doing out here?! Father won't like it

Arya: What? Ive just come to see my favorite sibling

Torrhen: Jon isn't here

Arya:'Laughs' Jon is only my second favorite, everyone knows this Tor

Torrhen: 'Sighs' Fine . . . What story would you like to hear today?

Arya: 'Gets all excited' How you got your name

Torrhen: Alright, fine

Flashback:2 years prior (Torrhen age 15) (talk of girls being used against their will)

Torrhen was riding through Winter Town, heading towards a group of bandits that were causing problems earlier in Winter Town. His Lord Father and brother were at Moat Cailin, seeing the reconstruction being done (story for another time) So, as acting Warden of the North, it is his job to deal with the threat to his people. The report was that there was only 5 bandits, so Torrhen only brought a handful of people with him.

After half an hour of riding, Torrhen and his group finally had caught up to the five trouble makers. They quickly dispatched four of the five bandits, while purposely leaving the last one alive so Torrhen could ask him some questions.

Torrhen: You aren't from around here, why did you attack Winter Town? What happened to those 3 girls that you took?

Random bandit: Please spare me and I will gladly tell you

Torrhen: Sure, tell us why and you get a trip to the wall

RB: We owed our boss. He demanded gold and girls

Torrhen: Alright. tell me where your boss is

RB: About another half hour ride, we set up camp near a river

Torrhen: Now, this fine gentleman behind me is going to escort you to castle black

With that, Torrhen and his group took off for the leader of this bandit group. Not long after this, Torrhen and the group came to a stop when they heard a bunch of screams, Torrhen's heart dropped, the screams were coming from women but most of the screams, sounded like they were coming from little girls, girls around Arya's age. Once they got closer, the air began to stink, it was a mix of blood, sweat, and sex filled the air. Then Torrhen spotted the camp, the camp seem to fit around 50ish people, quite of few tents were around the area but something that made Torrhen's blood boil was that just inside the camp, the few bandits that didn't have a tent, around 10 or so men, they were with girls, from about 8 or 9 years old to about 15. Those bandits were having their way with them. The girls were crying and asking them to please stop, some of the girls were laying around, not dressed and not moving. Torrhen looked at the scene in front of him then lost it, he could only think that this could had been one or both of his precious little sisters.

For the next few minutes, it was nothing but a blood bath, Torrhen did not let a single bandit get away from him. Torrhen alone was responsible for 40 out of the fifty bandits that were killed. Once that was taken care of, his small group of men, collect the men, burned their corpse then escorted the women back to Winter Town. Once Torrhen made it back to Winterfell, his step mother was there waiting on him to return. Catelyn Stark had a decent relationship with her step-son, but it all changed when she saw him come through the gates of Winterfell covered in blood and the look on his face, she ran over to him, without saying a word, she just embraced him

Catelyn: Torrhen, what happened?

Torrhen: 'in a whisper' I'm sorry

Catelyn: Why are you sorry? . . .

Torrhen: I- I dishonored father

Catelyn: No, you did n-

Torrhen: 'Barely audible' I slaughtered them, I- I just saw so many dead little girls and I couldn't help but think "That could had been Sansa or Arya"

Catelyn: You have nothing to be ashamed for, you protected Winterfell, you saved so many people, go now and clean up, son

Torrhen: 'One tear escapes his eye' Of course . . . Mother

Flashback ends

Arya: Wow . .

Torrhen: Do you hate me now, dear sister?

Arya: Hate you?! Never! You the greatest swordsman ever! I want to be just like you!

Torrhen: Never change, sweet sister of mine

Arya: I don't plan to!

Torrhen: Come on little wolf, we have a spy listening in

Arya: Seriously?!

Torrhen:' Laughs' Yes, now come on pup, how did you escape?

Little boy: I had a nightmare Torrie and I coudln't find you

Torrhen: 'Sighs' Come here little Rick, I have to teach Bran's lesson soon

With that, the three Stark Children made the walk back to Winterfell. Little Rickon demanded to sit on his brothers neck while Arya clung to Torrhen's arm. She was not a very affectionate person but not everybody was her big brother Torrhen, she was her most favorite person in the world. The three Stark's walked toward their home with a smile on each of their face, not knowing that soon, their world would turn upside down.