Dark Wings, Dark Words

Sansa

Ashanna was surrounded by thick, dense fog. It smothered her as if she was truly there.
She lifted the collar of her now off white blouse over her mouth. She tried to remember her father's advice when she had these ominous visions took their toll.
1/Where?
2/When?
3/Who?
4/What?

Where am I?
Ashanna looked around again, the fog faded slightly revealing The Red Keep.. She looked to her left..
Blackwater bay.
I'm in kingslanding.

When?
Ashanna focuses on the now clear air, the breeze.
A week? Maybe 2 In to the future.
Who am I?
Spectator.

What's happening?
She looked around again. Burning soldiers, burning ships. Green flames licked the sea on blazing ships. Ashanna caught a glimpse of a banner, a stag within a fiery heart.

Stannis Baratheon.

He's going to attack kingslanding.

Upon that realisation she heard it, a girl's scream.
She turned suddenly and searched with her gaze frantically for it's owner. She saw Sansa, she was badly beaten and bloody. Blood gushed from her mouth and nose. She held her chest in comfort. It was only when she moved her hand away that she saw the gash where her heart should be.

The Lannister pendant Cerci gave Sansa suddenly found its way into her hand, her sister's blood coated it.

Ashanna locked eyes with her twin sister. Sansa stared back at her with sad eyes. She was crying, tears stained her sister's cheeks, her eyes looked sore and red from all her sobbing. And her hair that was usually so well kept and neat was tousled and badly mused. Blood shone in her sister's already red hair.
Sansa face was smeared with blood and grime. She didn't look scared through. She held her head high as the blood continued to pour out of her wounds.

Ashanna couldn't help her.
Not here.
Not now.
This was her 'gift'  showing her a possible future for what was to come. If Ashanna didn't return to save her sister.
Sansa could suffer a horrible fate.
Ashanna knew that if found by Stannis himself he would spare Sansa, even return her to their mother. He respected their father, he would keep her safe..

However if it was one of Stannis's soldiers.. a man without honor.
What would he do to her sweet sister?
Or
A poor man, angry with the rich, with nothing to his name other than a frightening reputation?
What would they do to her?
What would they leave left of her?

Ashanna's fears were cut short by Sansa's sudden sharp intake of words.
"Please help me." She coughed before falling to the ground..
Dead.

Ashanna screamed,
She screamed to hard that her throat and ears throbbed but yet she still screamed. She cried as the crushing loss of her sister weighed in on her.
She felt hopeless.
Alone.
Her heart was shattered.

This isn't real.

But it could happen..
and if it does.. that pain she felt.. that loss would become her reality.
Sansa would die.

Ashanna lost her father, she was separated from her family.
She was not about to lose her sister.

Despite her calming thoughts she still screamed and like Sansa, she fell.. and she kept falling.

She opened her eyes, her gaze locked and a familiar blue.
And for a second..
that pain went away.
She wanted to stay with him. But if she did.. her whole family would pay for her love.
And that wasn't going to happen.
Ashanna wouldn't let it.

She was going back to Sansa.