Bad Dreams / Sandor Clegane

28. Lucky Drunk

Killing beric, sandor fell putting out the fire patting down his burning sleeve. As Sandor took down beric, beric died in front of them, thoros ran to his side. Thoros began chanting into the fire, over berics dead body.

"We ask the Lord to shine his light, and lead a soul out of darkness. We beg the Lord to share his fire, and light a candle that has gone out. From darkness, light. From ashes, fire. From death, life.'

'You alright Sandor?" Amelia questioned.

'Aye,' he agreed his heart still pounding in his chest. She hugged him tightly. "I'm okay gorgeous." he assured holding onto her while he caught his breath. 

'lord cast your light upon your servant bring him back from death and darkness his flame has been extinguished don't let him die!' thoros prayed over beric, beric lay dead on the ground.

'looks like their god likes me more than you.'' Sandor said clutching his arm.

''burn in hell!' arya yelled, gendry had to use all his strength to hold back arya, vengeance in her eyes. "The both of you!"

"What the fuck did I ever do?" Amelia countered annoyed. 

'he will... but not today.' Beric was lifted his head from the ground, sitting up clearly alive. The blow sandor delivered should have been fatal. Should have killed him. Arya stopped pulling at Gendry, stopped trying to attack sandor. Sandor looked to Beric perplexed

'You've been killed by two cleganes now beric.' Negan reminded him.

''Yes. Both were a pain in the ass.' Beric remarked

"He's one of those dead walker things," Amelia whispered. 

"Not a white walker princess." Beric countered. 

"Are you sure because they are said to come back from the dead." Amelia countered. 

Scattered around the cave, sandor was told he could stay with them before he headed off, begrudgingly he looked out at the storm. The cave provided warmth he could put up with the shit company for a dry warm spot to spend the night. Amelia wrapped in his arms she stared up at the cave ceiling.

'Joffrey, cersei, llyn payne, ser meryn,-'

'what are you saying arya?' Thoros questioned.

'the list of people I'm going to kill.' Arya told her.

'Arya would this happen to be the man on your list?' Beric questioned tipping his head to sandor.

'The hound.' Arya confirmed. AMela rolled her eyes.  'Where are we going?'

'We will ride for the riverrunn tomorrow your brother is there.' Thoros told her 'they will make a contribution to our cause and you can go.'

'I am a hostage ...you're selling me?' arya questioned. Sandor chuckled. 

"YOu expect anything less?" Sandor countered. 

'Don't think of it that way.' Thoros told her from across the fire.

'But it is that way.' Arya told her.

'It is.' Thoros agreed 'but it isn't.'

'What is and isn't?' arya sassed.

'Beric owes your father a great deal you know,' thoros went on.

'So why don't you just let me go?'

'We need the gold.' Thoros told her simply. "As for you princess-"

"She comes with me." Sandor corrected. 

"Well you see-"

"She comes with me." Sandor left no room for debate. "Or I will kill the lot of you until you stay dead."