Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 19

<A minute later, The Great Sept of Baelor, Visenya's Hill, King's Landing, The Crownlands...>

Ned's blood dripped steadily from his own blade, and as it splashed in drops on the stone podium, the Hound stepped forth and lifted the man's head into the air, holding in front of the bloodthirsty people of King's Landing that had bayed for Ned's blood... and gotten it.

As Arya kept her eyes closed against Yoren, the Nights Watch recruiter spoke, "Look at me. Look at me! Do you remember me now, boy, eh? Remember me? There's a bright boy." Yoren said as he glanced around at the baying crowd, all of them enemies to the little girl that he was protecting.

Turning back to her, he spoke, "You'll be coming we me, boy, and you'll be keeping your mouth shut." Yoren said as he lifted her up and made his way through the crowd, eager to get Arya Stark out of King's Landing.

The girl herself was able to get a clear view of the podium as her father's body was dragged away by the white cloaked Kingsguard and her sister's impending fall.

The shock of losing her father reached the horrified and shocked Sansa as her eyes rolled in her head and she collapsed, unconscious to the world with only one truth in her heart.

Her father was gone... because of Joffrey, the bastard she was betrothed to marry.

Arya had tears fall from her eyes as she was taken away from her sister, who was surrounded by enemies that the Stark girl just didn't have the power to kill.

Entering a corridor to the side, away from the crowd and the guards, Yoren placed Arya against a wall as the girl went into a bit of shock herself.

"Keep your mouth shut, boy." Yoren instructed. 

"I'm not a boy!" Arya protested as Yoren drew his blade against the struggling girl. 

"You're not a smart boy, is that what you're trying to say? Do you want to live, boy?!" That harsh question caused the Stark girl to look at the man in shock before he began to rapidly cut her long hair.

So long as it was long, she would easily be identified as a girl... but as boy headed for the Nights Watch... no one would bat an eyelid, hopefully.

"North, boy, we're going north." Yoren told her as he cut her long dark brown hair whilst she cried softly, grieving for the lost of her father.

<The next morning, Courtyard, Winterfell, The North...>

"It had three eyes. It told me to come with him, so I did. We went down into the crypts and my father was there." Bran spoke in a blank tone as he was carried to the crypts by the Wildling, Osha was her name.

"Your father's not down there, little lord. Not for many years yet." Osha claimed as she carried Bran on her shoulders much like a younger child.

"You're afraid. Just like Hodor." Bran stated. 

"I'm not afraid of some hole in the ground." Osha replied calmly whilst Hodor stood some distance away, reluctant to even come near the crypt of the Starks.

"You've lived beyond the Wall. What are you scared of? I'm a nearly crippled boy and I'm willing to go." Bran said confidently, but Osha remained silent.

This Summer Child hadn't seen the horror beyond the Wall... and the day he did, he'd learn to fear crypts where dead men are buried.

<Minutes later, Crypts, Winterfell, The North...>

Osha carried Bran into the dark crypts, the young Stark holding a torch to light their way as they neared a statue that Bran recognized. 

"That's my grandfather, Lord Rickard. He was burned alive by the Mad King, Aerys." Bran recited his knowledge of his dead relatives.