Born Again From Fire

Arya

Sansa Stark,

I'm writing to you in which to let you know I'm okay. Sailing what's west of Westeros has been quite an excellent journey these past six years. There were all sorts of new creatures that you wouldn't believe existed; snakes so large they can swallow a man whole, beasts with two heads and large claws, some sorts winged creature with the face of a woman, body of a lion, and snake for a tail. I cannot wait to see you again, my sister. How's it like being Queen of the North? Do you have to do tons of boring duties? Bloody hell what am I saying, of course you do. I just wanted to say that, I'll be returning home, Come this spring and I'll be back home.

Your sister,

Arya Stark

The young Stark tapped the feather betwixt her fingers into the inkwell writing on a small cloth, it's been years since she last saw her sister, the sister who annoyed her a lot since they were just lambs running around having the wildest of dreams.

"Please ensure this gets to Winterfell." Arya whispered tying the rolled cloth around the raven's small ankle watching the large bird take flight into the night.

As the young woman fell asleep she could hear the strange noises that echoed within the night; howling, growling, screaming from all the mysterious monsters that roamed the island. She had grown quite used to it over the years - learned to block it out as she knew you couldn't battle them. She at least was grateful the people she found on this island welcomed her and her crew. It was a small castle on an island overran with creatures of the dark, forbidden to leave after dusk so you couldn't die. She heard a woman screaming outside the walls, crying as she was being mauled by one of monsters. Arya just laid back, accepting she couldn't do anything, by the time she'd be outside the woman would be dead.

The following day there was a loud sharp bang upon her door, and then another. Sleepily she hurried over, answering the door to see who was waking her so early. It was Jenny, one of the crew she had befriended upon sail of leaving Westeros, "Hello Jenny," she smiled awkwardly at her best friend, "what are you doing?"

"Arya, you'll never believe what I found this morning!" The young woman said, keeping her hands clasped closed, hiding what's underneath them.

"Let me guess, it's something that'll almost kill me like last time?"

The young woman shook her head, grinning as she unclasped her hands to reveal a tiny blue and white bird within them, "Isn't he adorable?!" She half squealed, staring in awe at the small bird that nested within the palm of her hands

Arya looked down in awkward silence for a moment before coming to realization that this was the first animal on the island that wasn't a monster they had to fight, "Where did you find him?" She asked, arching her perfectly trim eyebrow

"By the waterfall, in a shrub. The mother was dead so I couldn't just leave it."

"The bird isn't going to live without its mother, Jenny, you should've just left it. Its nature, it'll die soon. Plus, we don't know how to care for it." Arya said with deep concern, clasping her friends hand back over the bird careful not to squish it. She didn't want to personally kill something so innocent and small but also knew that it'll eventually die without a mother. "I'm sorry." She responded shutting the door behind her friend so she could get dress for the day and get ready for her voyage home.

Looking at her outfit, she smiled proudly at her weapon Needle, she remembered the first night she got it and how she kept it since. The one thing she missed was Nymeria. Oh how she wished the direwolf had came home with her back to winterfell, but at the same time glad she didn't because she's worry about her turning into one of the Others.