Someone [ARYA STARK]

FIFTEEN

"Where'd you get that money?"

Arya sighed impatiently at the curious man as he glared up at her.

"What do you care?" She asked patiently.

The man sighed and fingered the bag of coins, "You can have two hammocks, we leave in two days time."

Arya threw the second bag of coins on the table.

She straightened to her full height, "I'd like a cabin." She said loudly, "We leave at dawn, see you there."

Without another word she turned and walked away quickly, anxious to get back to Will.

As the walked through the dirty and hot streets of Bravos she smiled, she was finally going home. Her face darkened slightly, she had business unfinished in Westeros, a list not completed.

Crossing the bridge, Arya turned to face the water.

Peace.

Immersed in her thoughts, she was finally snapped out of them.

"Sweet girl."

Arya turned abruptly from the view to face an old lady carrying a cart, a kind expression floating in he face, her curiosity suddenly rose to alarm when she pulled a knife and slashed it in her direction.

Surprised, Arya didn't dodge the knife and it slashed across her torso before the woman grabbed her again plunging the knife in a few times before Arya gathered the strength to push her off, climbing over the stone railing and crashion into the water below.

She didn't dare come up for water and used her last strength to swim as fast as possible towards the nearest bank.

She resurfaced a few seconds later, gasping for air and frantically looking around, the wound in her torso throbbing profusely.

She used her arms to pull herself out of the water, slipping on the slimy stone.

Walking through the road was painful. She was bent over, wet, freezing and in pain. 

Just as she was going to collapse a hand touched her shoulder and she looked up.

"Lorsa?" She said weakly.

"Arya-" she frowned and looked at her stomach, her eyes widened in shock.

"You're hurt!" She exclaimed, she looked around with a worried expression and looked Arya straight in the eye.

"Look" she started scanning the area anxiously, as if awaiting something. "I'm not in the best position right now, there's someone after me."

The crowd in Braavos muttered and stared in their direction, curious looks were given and no one stepped forward to help.

"I can't leave you here."

She cursed and took hold of Arya's arm, looping it around her own shoulder and using her other arm to wrap around her torso to steady her, careful not to touch her wounds.

"Will?" Arya muttered softly, her eyes blinking softly.

"Yeah, yeah" Lorsa grumbled under her breath, "I'll take you to pretty boy."

Lorsa's eyes hardened and her expression turned serious, "We need to move fast though, I know you've just been stabbed but our lives depend on this, I'm risking my life here so don't die on me please, Will would not  be very happy."

Arya nodded faintly.