Until We Meet Again❄ (Sandor Clegane) Game Of Thrones (Wattys2019 Nominated)

46 - Righteous in Wrath

When the evening came, Arya had helped Sandor set up camp for the evening whilst Alia went away to try and hunt down something for them to keep the, fed for the next few days. When Arya said she had helped Sandor, she meant that she set it all up whilst he went to find a tree to piss on and then just lay down on his bedroll as soon as he came back.

Whilst Alia was away, her mind drifted on what had recently with Sandor and how ashamed she was that she let her feelings get the better of her. She was confused as to how Sandor could claim he liked her, even loved her for that matter then hurt her. Arya had stitched up her cut, asking too many questions about how she got it so Alia had lied and said some bandits had come in the night whilst Arya was asleep. Arya was very sceptical about her answer but let it be and threaded some small string through her skin, dabbing away the specs of blood that resided on Alia's soft skin.

The night was getting darker, longer and colder so it made hunting for rabbits or any other animal very difficult to do. She could barely make up the track marks in the mud and whenever she followed a trail, it ended up getting cold. She was hunting for around an hour, the usual amount of time she left Sandor and Arya whilst she was out hunting so they didn't precisely worry about where she had got to but when a lightning bolt struck through the sky, both of them, although quiet about it, were starting to get worried.

Alia had seen the lighting strike and cursed under her breath as she knows that being surround by trees was the least safe place to be and found a small cave to sit in as the storm passes.

Crossing her legs and sitting down, she stared out into the forest in front of her, sucking in deep breaths of air and traced a finger against the stitching along her face, tears prickling to her eyes.

She hated how insecure she was about how she looked although others would tell her different but that didn't matter to her. Every day and every night she would be fine one moment then her mind would flash back to all the death she had seen, the haunting memory of her mother and how she went back to try and form something that was never there, a mother's love, and then had killed her. She cursed to herself when she thought of her father too and how he had left when her mother was pregnant with his children and not leaving anything behind for them. The name however, the name felt to her as if she was acquainted with it when it the name had left her mother's lips but she had soon forgotten his name. She wished she had noted it down but with no ink and parchment and her lack of ability to even read and write wouldn't have mattered to anyhow.

As more lightning bolts passed and the loud thunder that shouted across the night sky, she wasn't ashamed but to let it all out and so she did. She cried. A heart wrenching and throat burning cry. Knowing nobody could hear her, she also let out a agonising scream as tears poured down her cheeks, her hand clutched to her heart as she thought about the situation she was in, the heartbreak and embarrassment she had endured and the death of her brother.

The reality that she lived in now is that she will grieve forever. She could never get over what she had because it felt like her whole life was a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. She knows that she will never be whole again, if she ever was, and she knows that whatever she had with Sandor was gone. With her eyes burning, she looked up to the sky, her breath heavy and her teeth gritted tight.

"What do I do Archie?" She whispers into the wind, hoping it would reach out to him wherever he now was.

When the storm passed, she made her way back to the camp, no food in hand which added more to her depressive manner and as she saw the fire lit through the trees, she composed her self and through her bow over her shoulder before tying her hair into a messy braid lazily.

The sound of footsteps made Arya's ears perk up as Alia's figure emerges through the trees, a wave of relief settling in her stomach.

"Take it you didn't catch anything?" Arya asks, patting the bedroll next to her so that she would sit beside her and the fire.