Night Wolf | Arya Stark

Chapter One

A girl's/Arya's POV

Arya stood tall, first lights of new shine into her eyes, the gates of House of Black and White close behind her for long times to come. Arya took a deep breath and compese herself. Salty air thingled her throat. She took another beath and start walking down to stairs. Morning felt colder then normal as if to remind her home Winterfell. As she walk towards to the City of Bravoss, she rememberd the conversetion with kindley man a week ago.

A girl wakes up before dawn just as any morning. After changing into her black and white gown. This morning a girl find three bodies outside the gates. Two women and a man. One of the women look like whore a girl has seen before but it was hard to recognize. Someone beat bloody the poor women. The other woman was elderly and definitely sick. Her face, hands, and feet covered with painful looking scars. The old woman clearly choose the gift instead of waiting for the painful end. The man was middle-aged and his clothes were clean. But whatever it was that made him come here had to be a great tragedy cause even death couldn't clean his face form sadness. A girl tries to image, what would he look like when he is alive but it was hard to do so. A girl felt little happiness in her chest and grateful that he was able to revice the gift. After calling a couple of apprentices, a girl helps them carry the bodies inside. inside a girl lay the young whore's body to alter, begin taking her clothes off. When all the clothes were of a girl realize the beating young women took last night was not a one-time thing. Her chest, arms, legs, shoulders covered with bruises. A girl stares young women body for few second and starts cleaning her. With a piece of white damp silk, a girl first cleaned her face with tender touches and made her way to rest her body.

When she finished with the young woman's body, a girl covered her with a white sheet and took all her belongings to next room. Finish with part of her daily chores a girl walk towards to kitchens. Taking a piece of bread and a hot mug of stew, a girl sits at the table. As she sipped it, she could feel it turn down her throat, and into her belly.

Behind her, two other men sit silent and alert. Faint footsteps by the door tingle her ears. An acolyte approaches her and informs her that kindly man is waiting for her in meeting chamber.

A girl stayed still for few munites before entering the meeting chamber. The kindly man was sitting middle of the room, eyes closed, breaths steady. A girl sits across, closed her own eyes, patiently wait for him to spake first.

"Who Are You?" asked kindly man.

"No one." answered girl, without hesitation.

"its time for you to become someone again". Said kindly man, his eyes open looking at the girl, "Trouble is brewing in the west. Long ago, you came us from the North. Something has been awoken beyond the Wall." he said, his voice carried something close to fear but it didn't make sense. "Long summer is here yet. All those who will challenge him still finding their places, still growing." Said kindly man.

Kindly man stood up with a gruff, retrieve something form old looking chest in the corner, placed at girl's feet. İt was a sword, that much is certain, a girl though.

"Your task is to assist to them, in any capacity they require. This task is a unique one, therefore you will be given some rare privileges. There is to be no limit to the gift." said kindly man.

"Who will I become to accomplish such a task?" girl asked, eyes moving between man and sword.

Kindly man pointed the rug covered, "Pick up. You will know."

Girl reach for the sword slowly uncovered the thin blade inside. She drew a quick breath, looking at the sword, "Arya Stark" girl whispered.

"Ah. So you remember her. Good, good. She will be valuable for you, quite the character that girl, little fierce wolf." Said kindly man, amusement rolling off his tongue.

"How did you find this?" Arya asked surprise in her voice. "Even I nearly forget where I hide it."

"The day you toss rest of your belongings to sea I was watching you from the shadows." said kindly man a small smile on his lips.

A girl pushed back Arya and said "Arya Stark was a frightened little girl in her one and ten. She did not understand what it is meant to be a faceless man."

"Do you remember her list?" kindly man asked. "Arya Stark keep muttering their names into the night in her first year, almost like a prayer."

A girl leveled her eyes into his and said "Arya Stark remembers their manes. İt was those names what brought her here."

"Just so. Keep the sword and remember the names. A girl is Arya Stark again." Said kindly man.