The Guardian of the North (Robb Stark) Completed

Assassin

"Ella, please." Abigail whined as she made an attempt to catch the little girl. "You have to learn this, your daddy told me to teach you."

"But I don't want to fight." Ella put on her big puppy eyes as she stepped away from Abigail again. "I just want to play."

"Then we'll make it a game, okay?" Abigail proposed as she slightly knelt down before the little girl. "You will act like you're a true knight. You know what knights do, they fight and train a lot."

"Do you mean that We'll play pretend?" Ella smiled, her eyes lighting up.

"Yes." Abigail sighed in relief when she finally found motivation for the little girl. "And you'll be a knight and I'll be your king."

"Can I be the knight of the flowers?" Ella jumped in excitement. Sansa chuckled while still holding a training sword in her hands.

"Of course." Abigail chuckled, stood up and gave Ella one of the smallest dummy swords they had in stock. "Now, pay close attention, one of the most important things in swordfighting is-"

"Stick 'em with the pointy end." Arya finished and walked up to the group with a smirk on her face. Jon, who had been watching the whole time, smiled as Arya sat down beside him and ruffled her hair.

"That is also important, but not what I meant." Abigail narrowed her eyes at Arya playfully. She then turned towards Sansa and Ella again. "What I meant was: know who your enemy is. Find out their weaknesses. You'll need to pay close attention, see the lightests of shifts, sense their movements and find out their weak spots."

Ella and Sansa both nodded.

"This way you'll be one step ahead of them." Abigail put her hands on her hips while looking at the two girls. "Now, since we're girls, we're generally weaker than men. Strength though, isn't everything. The most important traits in swordfighting are courage, speed and comcentration. Since we are also generally lighter than men, we have the speed."

"That's why we'll train mostly with daggers or knives in our first few lessons." Abigail smiled.

"Jon?" Arya looked up at her brother.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry but I..." Arya took in a deep breath. "I lost needle." She looked down at her hands in shame.

Jon didn't say anything, he just put his hand on his sister's shoulder and smiled at her. He looked back at the three other girls who were now practicing with daggers. "We've all lost pretty much everything."

"I'll make you a new one." Jon promised.

"Don't." Arya objected. "It will never be the same as needle, and I don't want it to. I'll only be scared that I'll lose it again. Especially because the war isn't going to end anytime soon."

"It will." Jon looked at his sister, dumbfounded. She was only a child but she acted like an adult. It hurt Jon to know thag she missed her childhood, that she had to grow up so quickly.

"We've got the guardians, the Lannisters only have one. Besides, I heard the people are already turning against them." Jon told Arya.

"I wasn't talking about the Lannisters. I was talking about the white walkers. They're already here."

"Gillian is not one of them. What he is though, I don't know." Jon sighed. "But we'll find a way to defeat them, the white walkers. We'll make this right."