Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 59 - Return to Arctic 02.

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Third Person POV

Winterfell, 292 AC, Some days before.

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After Jon Snow's departure, Arya felt an immense void in her heart as she fled from her brother whom she would not see for the coming years. Moving away from Jon, she soon regretted it, she shouldn't have said goodbye to her beloved brother like that, but it was too late, he had already left.

"Sorry brother... I shouldn't have done that..." She started to cry when she realized he was no longer in Winterfell.

She entered the broken tower and sat in a corner to cry, her heart heavy with regret and sadness. The days passed and she continued to flee to cry alone, until she began to take refuge in the sacred grove.

She looked at the tree as soon as she entered and approached, she cried again alone in that place, at a certain moment, she stared at the tree, remembering that the old gods had given all of Jon's powers according to him.

Arya, with tears in her eyes and her heart still heavy from fleeing Jon's farewell instead of embracing him one last time, knelt before the weirwood. Her eyes fixed on the red eyes carved into the tree with its sculpted face, feeling as if they were watching her, understanding her pain and hope.

"Please," she whispered, her words mixing with the wind that danced among the branches. "The same gods who blessed Jon, who gave him strength and a grand destiny, hear my plea. I want to go with my brother. I want to be by his side in the Arctic, to learn and grow strong like him."

Arya spoke with fervent sincerity, pleading to the ancient gods - those who witnessed the oaths and struggles of countless Starks before her. She clamored for a chance, for a sign, for anything that could take her close to Jon, away from the constraints and expectations she always felt in Winterfell.

As tears ran freely down her face, Arya felt a strange sense of calm. It was as if the gods were listening, as if the tree in front of her shared her pain and determination.

"Ancient gods," she whispered again with a trembling voice, "hear my plea, I ask for your help to follow him. I want to be with him, learn from him, and become strong like him. Please, show me a way to the Arctic, to be by Jon's side."

'Child... take a horse from the stables at the first star in the sky.' Arya opened her eyes as soon as she heard a distorted voice.

Arya did exactly that, she told her father that she would not go to the hall, as she was not feeling well, her father nodded and understood, since the girl had been depressed lately, she looked out the window as the night covered the sky and was surprised that there were no stars in the sky. Then a star shone in the dark sky, feeling that this was the sign, Arya took the bag she had prepared with food and supplies and left the room, she had the strange sensation of not encountering any guards, as if the path was open for her.

She left the castle and went to the stables, there was a horse for her and she still had the sensation of not encountering any guards, leaving even through the main gate and riding north all night long.

In the following days, she went north day after day, stopping only to eat what she brought and sleep in places she found on the road, she was sure she would soon find Jon, one night, a storm in the middle of summer appeared, and Arya found herself in the midst of it, unexpected and brutal. The previously clear sky quickly darkened with heavy clouds, and snow began to fall in thick and fast flakes. The wind howled among the trees, causing the branches to shake violently and her to lose all visibility of what was in front of her.