The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Kill Me

"Do you even know where we are?" Arya grumbled as she followed the hound across another never-ending landscape.

"I'm taking you to your aunt in the Eyrie," he grunted back.

"I've never met her."

"Aye, well she's the last living family you've got."

"LIAR! Sansa is still alive, in Kings Landing and Natari is out here somewhere. Why are we not looking for her?" she yelled.

"Your little sister is locked away by the King. You want me to take you there so they can cut off your head, just like your daddy, ey girl?" Sandor hissed.

Arya quickly looked down at her feet. "And Natari?"

"She ran into that fucking tower. I don't know where she is. Hell, she's probably dead too. So we keep going to your aunts."

Arya quickly gave up the argument and began to pick at the skin on her rough hands. After another long while in silence, she finally spoke again. "I'm hungry, can we not make camp here for the night?"

Sandor grunted as he looked around. "Aye, I suppose so."

Further down the hill, Brienne of Trath awoke from a deep sleep. Brienne was on a mission to find the Stark girls. Previously she had been the hand to King Renly, but had been accused of his death. She only escaped hers when Lady Stark had saved her and brought her back to her camp. There, Brienne of Trath, the cursed and unwanted warrior, had pledged her loyalty to Lady Stark. In return, the Lady had set her a mission. To bring home her children.

Brienne had received word of Lady Starks death whilst on the road. This did not stop her from completing the mission. She was loyal to her lady, even in death. Yet after many moons of searching, Brienne grew more and more downhearted of completing the mission. That was until she woke this morning. Stood on the top of the hill, she examined her surroundings and saw what looked to be a young girl. She was practising her sword work with fire and passion. That was until she spun around and saw Brienne.

Slowly, Brienne walked over to the girl with a smiled, "Morning."

"Morning," the young girl replied with caution, her sword still out and ready for attack.

"I like your sword... are we getting close to the bloody gate?" Brienne went on to ask.

"About 10 more miles... are you a knight?"

"No," Brienne smiled.

"But you know how to use that sword?"

"I do," Brienne nodded.

"Does it have a name?" 

"Yes, oathkeeper."

"Mine called needle. Who taught you how to fight?" The young girl continued to question as she put her sword back in her belt.

"My father," Brienne answered with a sting of sadness.

"Mine never wanted to... said fighting was for boys".

"Yes, my father said the same. But I kept fighting the boys, kept losing. Finally, my father said if I was going to do it, I might as well do it right."

The young girl smiled at Brienne, just as another stranger, this one large and male came stumbling up behind the young girl.

"Seven blessings," Brienne smiled at the man.

The man just stared at Brienne with annoyance. She couldn't fight this feeling that she had seen or heard of the man before. Finally, she realised who he was.