My last clear memory before I fully woke, was looking at the stars, feeling the two rounds hit my head, and the sensation of falling towards the ground. I remember brief moments of time like fever dreams, as I became aware of what was going on around me through snippets of conversations, before I fell back into the darkness. "... Over here, My lord...the dogs…."

"Look at...bring her to…"

"What happened to…"

"I do not know…"

"...should be dead… miracle." That was the last dream I had for awhile, as I drifted in the darkness, besides a sense of comfort, and peace as. Other sounds started to drift in over time, the cry of a child, toiling of a bell, and what sounded like horns. I surfaced for a time, to hear what sounded the voices of children. "Father said…"

"...do what father says…"

"Rob, her eyes…"

"...Tell someone…" There was the sound of footsteps running away, and after a indeterminable amount of time, more feet came back. I felt hands on my head, moving face, while voices spoke around me.

"Did she…"

"No, nothing. Will she be…"

"...getting stronger. In time…"

I could feel my eyes closing again, as I fall back into the peace I had found, away from worries and pain. When I finally woke, it was if I was only wakening from a sleep, as I became aware of how warm I was, and what felt like quilts tucked in around me as if a cocoon. The thought made me laugh, but my laugh turned into a quiet cough as my body rebelled. Allowing my body to settle, it hit me that my head felt clear, like it had before I had had Panacea jailbreak my shard. Reaching out with my mind, I did not feel any human minds thankfully but I did realise just how many insects were within my range, before I started to use them to find out information about where I was. It only took a few seconds to discover I was in a room by myself that was made from stone, with a window that was made from wood, and closed and barred from the inside, and a large wooden door. Directing a few spiders, I had them set up a few threads, so I would be aware of anyone approaching. It was cool outside according to my insects, close to dawn or dusk I couldn't tell which, while the room I was in was part of a larger structure made of stone, surrounded by smaller structures some of stone and some of wood. There was a small park nearby as well it seemed, separated from the rest of the buildings by a wall, with a structure made from glass near it. The entire area was enclosed by a set of walls and a moat, beyond which was a collection of huts and houses gathered in one area. Under the ground I could tell that there was a series of tunnels, some between the buildings, and some that seemed to dive deep into the earth. There were a number of humans within my range, as well as a number of dogs, horses, and cows. In the rest of my range, all I could see and feel was open ground, so I focused more on the number of voices I had heard when I first started focusing on the insects.

As I laid in bed and listened, I learned a bit more about where I had wound up, and the personal habits of those around me. I focused most of my attention on what I identified as a kitchen and the open areas inside the walls, paying attention mainly to the cooks, and the people who were apparently just starting to move. From this I figured it was near morning, and there was already a fair bit of business going on, so that meant it would only get busier as time went by. And from the people I learned the name of the collection of huts, Winter town, and that I was in the castle Winterfell, of a Lord Stark and his family. Opening my my eye's slowly, I was able to adjust to the dim light that was making it's way past the shutters on my window, and I looked at the wooden floor over my head. "Oh; fuck." I whispered out loud, trying to keep my thoughts from racing what I had just learned, and what it could mean. To distract myself for a moment I started moving as fast as I could, which felt as slow as a turtle, to work my way out of the quilts on the bed.

It took longer than I liked and successfully distracted me because of my missing left arm making it more difficult, and the state of my body, which was starting to ache from the little bit of activity I had just done. Laying in the bed with only my head propped up, I took stock of my body and the room I was in. The room was not brightly lit, but it was enough to see the wood paneling on the ceiling, floor and 3 of the walls, and the tapestry on the wall. The door was shut, with a latch keeping it as such, yet with no bar on the other side. There was wooden table against one wall, with a pair of candles on it and a cup and pitcher, as well as a chest tucked underneath it. That was pretty much it for the room, so I focused on my body.

I was wearing what amounted to a long nightshirt, hanging loosely from my dangerously thin body. I had always been thin and tall, taking after my dad, but now I looked almost skeletal from what I could see, having apparently been lying here long enough that I had lost almost all of what ever fat I had had, except my breast thankfully, and muscle I had built up over my two and half years as a cape. That struck me more than I cared to admit; I had put a lot of effort into those muscles, and while I wasn't the strongest, I had been proud of what I had built up. Looking away from my noodle for an arm, I struggled to pull the shirts sleeve out of the way so I could take a look at the stump of my left arm. There was no burn I noticed, the healing I had gotten seemed to taken care of it, and the skin was not sensitive to the touch, but I didn't look forward to learning how to operate without it; thankfully it was my left arm, it could have been much worse. Reaching for my hair, I could tell it was longer than I was use to, further proving I had been out for awhile. Reaching through my hair, I found nothing to indicate where the bullets had hit me. It took me longer than I cared to admit to notice that I wasn't wearing my glasses, and yet everything was as clear as day, so I chalked that down in the not to worry column, and hoped it had happened during the healing.

I started to collect the facts that I had managed to learn since I had awoke, and I was getting a bad feeling in my stomach as I review them. I had been unconscious for a while and someone had removed my weapons and armor, leaving me in room, and yet they had cared for me and hadn't locked me in. Winterfell was not a place I had ever heard of, that seemed to have a lord ruling over it, yet people seemed to be speaking English yet no traces of advanced technology. I had three different theories on what was happening around me, and until I had more information I didn't want to assume anything, even if one of the theories was extremely unlikely. The first theory was that I was in a hallucination caused by someone else, but that seemed unlike due to the amount of bugs I had been controlling since I had woken up, so they would have to know exactly what it was like for me to use my insects, or they would have to be able to adjust constantly for every minute adjustment I made to my swarm. Theory two was that somehow I had been sent to the past, which seemed very unlikely due to it never being proven possible; My last theory was that I was in another world, one that didn't seem to be very advanced, which could pose a problem when it came down to those who were different; such as being a parahuman. Any way I looked at it, I needed a plan for when I was undoubtedly asked questions, so I tried to think of what I could say. I would have loved some of Lisa's advice right now, so I tried to think of what she would suggest for this situation, and after a few moments I thought I might have a planed that worked. The safest bet would be tell mostly the truth about where I was from and what had happened to me, yet claim some memory loss over the more difficult to believe fact. Over the time I had been awake, it seems I had been steadily growing thirstier, glancing over at the table that was on the other side of the room, yet seemed as far away as the moon, so I started to try to make my way towards it, leading me to being found after I rolled off the side of the bed.

It was easy to tell when someone was coming using the strands of web and the eyes of some of my bugs, but they didn't seem to be in a hurry, so I wasn't to worried. I tried to turn my head when they opened the door, but I wasn't in the best to twist it enough. What was audible though was the gasp, and the voice of a older male speaking out as they stepped over to the table and placed something on, before moving closer and speaking with worry in his voice. "Goodwoman, are you alright?"

"Yes. Was thirsty" Was all I was able to get out weakly, before I felt his hands on my body, helping me roll my body over so I facing up, and I could finally see who was helping me. The first thing that struck me was the large chain around his neck, each link made of a different metal, and the wide sleeves on the grey robe he was wearing. He was a small man, smaller than me even, and he appeared to be going bald, but his eyes were bright, and he had smile lines on his old face as he knelt beside me.

"I understand, but please try not to move. You have been asleep asleep for many a week, and you body is weak, needing time to recover." Standing, he stepped over to the table and grabbed the cup, filling it with water from the pitcher, before kneeling beside me again and lifting my head and putting the cup to my lips. The water wasn't fresh, but it tasted like the best drink I had ever had as I tried to gulp it down. "Slow please, and take small sips." He asked me, so I slowed down as he looked at me until I was finished, standing back up to place the cup on the table. As he turned back to me, I was able to get out a quiet "Thank you."

"You are welcome goodwoman, but please don't speak, conserve your strength." He responded with a small smile, before he grew sober again. "It is my duty to help all that are within these walls, so no thanks is needed. I will be right back, so please don't move, I am going to need someone to help me get you back in the bed." I set a fly on his back and followed him as he left, but he only stopped to say something to a guard, and what seemed to be a servant. He was only gone for a few minutes before he returned with young woman, and with her help, were able to get me back on the bed, with the blankets over me again. Thanking the woman, he turned to the table and picked up a bowl that had been placed there when he first came in, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Would you like to try to feed yourself?"

"Yes please." Inside the bowl was a broth that smelled like chicken, making my stomach growl and me realizing how hungry I was. It was after I picked up my first spoonful of broth and barely made it to my mouth that I figured I would need help. "Help, please."

Looking up at him, he just smiled and took the spoon from my weak fingers, before speaking. "Pride is always one of the biggest hills for healing. It is wise to know when to ask for help." He took his time feeding me, but it wasn't long till I was way through I felt a group drawing closer, so when I had the chance, I spoke up. "Thank you, but what is your name, and where am I?"

"Apologizes," He said, with a small nod of his head. "I am Maester Luwin, and you are in Winterfell. You were found on the Kingsroad by Lord Stark, with a pair of wounds to the back of your head. Before anything else though, perhaps you would tell me your name?"

"Taylor Hebert." I told him, smiling. "And thank you for caring for me, I am sure it wasn't easy."

"It is my pleasure, but thank my lord, it is at his discretion you are here."

"There is no need to thank me, I did as a lord should." A quiet voice spoke from the doorway, as the man I had apparently been watching entered the door, with two men taking up positions on the door frame. "It is good to see you wake, we were worried when you did not wake for more than three moon turns. Fortunately we found you when we had more than enough on hand to help care for you."

"Thank you, my lord, for helping me." The words left a bad taste in my mouth, but I tried to not let anything show. I had problems with authority, and even after being in the wards for two years I still hadn't gotten over them. Getting a good look at him, he was at least mid to late thirties with his beard already going grey, with a long serious face and grey eyes that had a hard look. "But might I ask your name?"

"I apologize, I am Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, Warden of the North. An you mentioned your name is Taylor Hebert, correct?"

"That is correct." I don't know what was wrong with what I had said, but Eddard and Luwin shared a brief look that I tried to decipher. It made me wish Lisa was here, she would be a great help in avoiding any landmines for this conversation.

"We shall speak more of that later, but for now Lady Hebert, did you see who attacked you?"

"I am afraid not, my memory from before my wound is hazy, to say the least." It wasn't a lie per se, just not the whole truth. I hoped they wouldn't question it as I continued, "My last clear memory was of looking up at the stars and hearing a sound behind me."

"I see, if you remember anything at all, please let me know, any information would be helpful in tracking down who did this to you. Acts such as this are intolerable, and those who break the king's peace will be punished." Eddard face remained cold as he spoke, and I could tell he was a good man. "Can you think of any reason you would be attacked? Did you carry anything of value? Did you have any enemies?"

"I was carrying nothing of importance to me on my person, and as for enemies, just one, but he recently passed away." Looking back, I didn't consider anyone I had used to fight Scion an enemy, no matter what they thought of me. If they came for me, I knew I would give myself up to prevent any fighting. I had done them wrong, and fucking Controssa was right, if there had been another way I would have tried it.

"Who was this enemy of yours? What was his name, how did he die?"

"He was a mad man," I began, trying to think of the best words to describe the golden nightmare, and his death. "He was driven insane after the lost of his wife, he murdered hundreds. The problem was he was born with golden skin, and some people thought he was a god, so no one would stand against him. I was part of a group that stopped his rampage, and he eventually died from a crossbow bolt through his head."

"What was his name?" Maester Luwin spoke up, reminding me he was there. Tearing myself away from my memories, I saw that Eddard's hands had clenched and his lips had grown tight, Luwin was tugging on the chain around his neck. "Where was this monster?"

"We never knew his real name, we just called him Scion. As for where; far, far, far away from here. If you showed me a map, I doubt I would be able to point it out. How I came here I don't remember, but I remember my home, Brockton Bay." I launched into a glossy explanation of the bay, trying to keep it simple.

"Your home sounds lovely, and I can tell you miss it," Eddard said, before continuing on and reminding me that no matter how kind these strangers seemed, I was still in a land far from my world. "But why did your king not fight back against Scion, surely he must have had an army?"

"There are no kings or queens where I am from, Lord Stark. We believe that every person is born equal, no matter their race or sex. Our leader is chosen from amongst ourselves, and then holds the position for only eight years. And our leader did not fight back because he was weak, and scared. The group I was filled with only those with the power and will to fight back."

"And the fact that you are woman did not bother the others you fought beside?"

"No, it didn't. In Brockton Bay, men and women are considered equal in almost everything, and that includes fighting. For my group, the ratio was almost half-and-half."

"It sounds like a strange place you are from, Lady Hebert, but forgive my asking, what could a one arm individual such as yourself bring to such a fight?"

"I actually lost my arm as a result of fighting Scion. I fought on the front line at first, but on a mission to find information my arm was crushed, and I had to have it cauterized. It was during that mission that we learned of Scion's wife."

"How did you not die of shock from such a wound?" Luwin asked.

"When I was younger, I was tortured. I have long since healed, but it left me less sensitive to pain as a result."

"I see."

"As I was saying, after I healed, I went to work in planning the missions. I helped develop the final plan against Scion, and continued to make a fabric that served as armor for the others. Speaking of my armor, the outfit I was wearing was made from it, and I was wondering if I could get it back?" It was risky bringing up my spider silk armor, but it was something I could do that would be useful, and hopefully affect any decision they made. Also I wanted it back, I had put a lot of effort into my costume, and I had a feeling that Darwin Bark spiders would be in short supply.

"You made such wondrous fabric!?" It seems they were interested judging by the start Eddard just gave, and Luwin speaking out. "I nearly broke my best pair of shears trying to cut you out of those clothes to see if you had any other wounds. In the end, I had to ask for help from Goodwoman Lyn, the seamstress, to find the means to remove your clothes." Luwin caught himself, glancing over at Eddard. "I apologize, my lord."

"No apologies needed, Maester Luwin." Eddard nodded his head at Luwin, waving him off, before focusing back on me. "You say you made this cloth, who did you learn it from, your mother?"

"No' my lord. My mother was a teacher, while my father was in charge of workers from the docks. I learned to make the cloth by myself, from a type of silk that I know how to make."

"Silk you say, why are you not rich, if you can make such cloth. The richest in the world would pay its weight in gold for a cloth that could stop blades such as yours has."

"I only perfected the process shortly before Scion, and I never had a chance to use it toward monetary gain." I paused for a second and let out a yawn, I noticed I was growing tired and having difficulty keeping my eyes open, before I continued. "Also mass production is difficult due to the time and resources needed, and due to the fact I am unable to teach anyone this skill."

"I see. Do not worry about your clothes, they are in the chest beneath the table, along with you knife and club." Eddard spoke, with Luwin speaking up beside him. "My lord, Lady Hebert requires rest, mayhaps we can continue this latter?"

"I agree. Lady Hebert, to put your mind at ease, and protect you from who ever did this to you, I would offer you a provisional place in my household, when you are stronger."

"Thank you Lord Stark, I gladly accept." I didn't want to give anyone authority over me, but this seemed the safest bet at the moment, protection, help, and Eddard did not seem a bad person.

"Very well then. We shall leave you to your rest, and speak more later." Eddard it seemed wasn't one to say more than needed, as he turned and left the room, and the guards followed. Luwin stayed for a bit longer, giving me a bit more to drink, and tucking me back in bed. As he was leaving I asked for any books that could be spared, so that I may learn more about where I was. He agreed, and said he would drop some off later, when he had a chance. I slipped into a sleep soon after that, as my range expanded as I slipped of, and my last thought why I felt something larger than Atlas.