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Arya took long silent breaths as she listened for any sounds. Thankfully it was dead silent, but that meant almost anything could be heard. Even her breathing. She watched as Bran sat in front of the weirwood, his hand on it's face. Over the past year she had seen her brother do this many times. Each time he seemed to know more and more things he couldn't possibly know.

Bran let out a slow breath as his eyes rolled back into view. He looked over at Arya. "I know what we have to do." Arya quickly made her way over to her brother. Hoping nothing was nearby to hear them. Or that they could speak quiet enough to not be heard. "We need to change the past."

Arya frowned. "How do we do that? You've already said we can't do that." Bran had told them about Hodor, and how he had made him into who he was. But also how no one could see him.

"Because I've been going back to a time I don't exist." Bran explained.

"So you're going back to when you did exist? How far?" Arya asked, worrying when her brother started to shake his head.

"I can't be the one to go back Arya." Bran explained as he rolled up one of his sleeves, revealing the mark of the Night King. "If I go back with this, it will only end things sooner. You have to go back Arya."

"Me?" Arya was shocked. "I can't-"

"Yes you can. You have to." Bran insisted, taking Arya's hand. "I know you can."

Arya looked from her brother to the weirwood tree. She had warged into Nymeria once, but she never knew how she did that. But this was something else entirely. "I don't know how."

Bran moves Arya's hand and placed it onto the weirwood's face. "I'll guide you. But Arya, I need you to promise me something." He waited until she gave him a nod. "I need you to let me fall."

Arya was shocked. "But Bran, I can give you back your legs."

"But with my legs I would have no reason to seek out the Three-Eyed Raven. I would never have the drive I did to get my legs back." Bran squeezed Arya's hand. "Promise me."

Arya looked at her brother, she could see his resolve in his eyes, firm and unwavering. "I promise." In an instant the world around her tilted and shifted. She reached over and grabbed onto Bran's hand, trying to steady herself. When the world finally stopped spinning, Arya found herself in the courtyard at Winterfell. "When is this?"

"The beginning." Bran stood beside his sister, drinking in the sight of Home. The sound of arrows being shot could be heard. "Do you remember this day?"

"How could I forget?" Arya knew exactly when they were. "You had so much trouble shooting that target." They both laughed remembering their happy days. "So how does this work?"

"I don't know." Bran answered honestly. "I've seen myself before, but like always I have never been seen. Perhaps it has something to do with touch? Or maybe a connection of some kind? Warging maybe?"

Arya half listened as Bran theorized how to make their plan work. Her true focus was on a small girl sneaking into the training grounds. She quickly followed her younger self. She could hear Bran following behind her. "We won't know for certain unless we try something." She reached out and grabbed herself by the arm.

In a sudden jolt, Arya took a step back, rubbing the sore spot on her arm. But when had someone grabbed her? She looked around to find Bran, but he was gone. "Bran?" She asked tentatively, but she got no response. The sound of laughter drew her attention towards the training grounds. She was still in the past, so she might as well go see.

She walked around and stood behind a young Bran as he tried to shoot an arrow. He let loose another, sending it over the stone wall. Robb and Jon laughed at the outcome. "And which of you were a marksmen at 10?" Arya paused as she heard the deep voice of her father. She had forgotten what it had sounded like.

Arya noticed a bow leaning against a post with an arrow beside it. She smiled as she reached for it. She was mildly surprised when she could pick it up. Had it truly worked? She quickly notched the arrow and drew it back. Taking aim at the target, she let the arrow fly. It sunk into the center with a satisfying 'thunk'. When Jon, Robb, Rickon, and Bran turned to look at her, she gave them a curtsy. Robb and Jon laughed as Bran chased after her. Arya laughed as she ran away, she had her brothers back.

She avoided Bran and managed to get Robb and Jon between them. "Don't drag us into this." Robb complained as the two wove around them. He reached out and grabbed Arya, holding her down while Bran tickled her.

"That's not fair!" Arya complained happily. She quickly got out of Robb's hold and away from Bran. "Are you done?"

"Did you have to do that in front of father?" Bran asked as he helped pick up the arrows he shot. He had missed a lot.

"I didn't know you could shoot." Jon commented, ignoring the eyes digging into the top of his head.

"Arya." Arya looked up at her mother's voice, smiling happily at the woman. "Can you come up here please?" Arya happily complied, racing towards the stairs. Once she had reached her mother, she wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly. "Arya? Are you alright?"

"Yes Mother. I'm alright." Arya answered as she stepped back. "Was there something you wanted to ask?"

Catelyn watched her youngest daughter curiously. "I was just wondering how your needlework was doing. Did you finish it?"

"My hand was getting sore." Arya lied easily to her mother. "But I will go back now and finish it." She turned and headed towards the septa's room where the other girls were working. Now, while she would never make a dress like Sansa, she could always use it to stitch up a wound.

After a week of being in the past, Arya was finally starting to get used to being around her family again. Sansa was a complete airhead again, Rickon was clingy, Jon was brooding all the time, Robb was carefree, and Bran was always on the move. But the one thing she was grateful for was to have Nymeria back. The little wolf pup was at her side again, but this time Arya was training her so she could help. Mostly sneaking around silently and unseen.

Arya smiled as she and Nymeria snuck around Winterfell. They had already pinched some tarts and jerky from the kitchen, leaving no evidence of them ever being there to begin with. And now they were going to see if they could get out of the castle and into town. She had been once before, without her Direwolf, and now she wanted to see if they could both make it out. "Blend." She gave Nymeria the order as she herself blended into the crowd coming and going from the castle.

Once she was a safe distance from the gate she stopped and waited. She spotted Nymeria following under a cart, passing the guards unseen. Arya started down the path once more, keeping a slow enough pace for the cart to pass her. Nymeria let the cart move ahead, letting her continue on at Arya's side. Arya stepped off to the side and knelt down by the pup. "Good girl Nymeria." She gave her wolf another piece of jerky, waiting for her to finish her treat before they continued on.

They quickly reached the bustle Main Street of Winter Town. Merchants were trying to sell their wares as people hurried along. But seeing as how it was rather warm out it was not at all surprising how crowded the street was. "Stay close." Arya told Nymeria as they walked around. Arya had braided her hair out of the way and had worn one of her more worn cloaks. Her clothing consisted of trousers and a shirt, so she could run more easily should they run into trouble.

A loud voice caught her attention. "That's what I said to 'im!" She followed the voice, pleased to see she was right. The man's name was Yohan Snow. And he knew everything in town. "There is no way a little high born lass could have shot a rabbit in the eye with a bow, let alone thrown a knife."

"It's easy." Arya smirked as all of the men turned towards her.

"Arry!" Yohan greeted the boy happily. "And who's the pup?" He looked at the dog curiously. It didn't look like a breed he knew.

"Nymeria. She's a wolf." Arya answered calmly. "What have you found?" When she had first met him a few days ago, she had made a deal with him.

Yohan scratched his unshaven chin. "Not what I was expecting. This is gonna cost you far more than what I predicted."

Arya raised her eyebrow, he had already set the price quite high. "How about we keep the same price, and I get you a bottle of that Dornish wine you want?" Yohan frowned, not remembering telling her about any wine. "Anyone can known anything."

Yohan laughed loudly. He used the same phrase whenever he told someone one of their own secrets. "This is why I like you Arry." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Here, it's all true, everything you said and more. And here's something for free, the Royal Family is coming to Winterfell. And if anyone finds out about this, they'll kill you."

"Only if it's the wrong person." Arya replied as she tucked the note into her shirt. "Thanks Yohan. I'll get you that wine to you on your name-day."

"You don't know my name-day." Yohan countered. He frowned when Arry simply winked at him with a knowing smile. Did he know?

Arya quickly wove her way around the streets, finding the small crack in the wall of the town. She easily slipped out, leading Nymeria along. Once they were both out they continued along the wall. Arya looked at the sky, noting the location of the sun and guessing where the guards would be. Hoping she was right, she ran along the wall, hoping to get out of view of the watch tower without being seen. When no whistle was blown she let out a sigh of relief.

Her relief was short lived as she noticed Nymeria beginning to wag her tail. She looked over and spotted Ghost walking towards them, Jon not far behind. "There you are." Jon commented in relief. "Father's been worried. No one could find you anywhere in the castle."

"I was just out walking Nymeria." Arya argued, hoping Jon would play along with her later.

Jon raised an eyebrow. "Outside of the castle? Without letting anyone know you left? Or letting anyone see you leave?" He let out a sigh as Arya's face remained unreadable. "We're worried about you Arya. You haven't been yourself lately."

"I'm alright Jon." Arya tried to reassure him. She hadn't really needed to before though. "I've just been having nightmares." She guessed a little bit of truth couldn't hurt her case.

"I've heard." Jon gave his sister a sympathetic look. Arya's expression didn't change. Jon let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. "Come on, Lady Stark is waiting for you." Arya walked past Jon, heading back towards the castle. She was so close to getting away with sneaking out. But at least now it might be more of a challenge to get out.

When they walked into the gate, all Arya could hear was her mother. "Arya! Thanks goodness you're alright. Where have you been? What were you doing outside the castle?" The questions went on as Catelyn hugged her daughter and checked her for any injuries.

Ned let out a relieved sigh as he stood beside his wife. "Cat, she's alright. What were you doing outside?" Ned asked his youngest daughter curiously. It was obviously something important to her if she had snuck out so expertly.

"I was just training Nymeria." Arya replied as her mother finally stepped away from her.

"Well 'training' can be done inside the castle walls." Catelyn spoke sternly. "It's worrisome enough that Bran keeps climbing. Now I have to worry about you sneaking out."

"Speaking of Bran." Arya mentioned as she looked up, spotting her brother watching them from a roof. She smirked as her brother gave her a glare while their mother started shouting at him. She then looked over to see Summer dutifully watching her master. "It's easy to find him when he has an accomplice on the ground."

"Do you intend to teach Nymeria how to climb walls?" Ned joked with his daughter. She only smiled at him, as though he had given er a brilliant idea. "Be careful. Your Mother is very protective of you all."

"I know." Arya replied before heading for the main keep. She walked the halls happily, it was nice to see them as they were most of her life.

"What on earth are you wearing?" Arya rolled her eyes as Sansa walked up to her. "This cloak is so old. And why aren't you in a dress? Ladies wear dresses." Arya simply turned away from her sister and continued down the hall, but Sansa wasn't letting her go that easily. "It's impolite to ignore someone."

"It's also impolite to insult someone's clothing." Arya countered calmly. She then looked over to Septa Mordane. "I'm going to change, then I will be practicing my walking." She brushed past Sansa, ignoring the glare her sister was wearing, it was a normal expression the two had shared with each other before everything that had happened. Arya guessed it was everything that might happen now.

When Arya reached her room she threw her cloak onto a chair and began changing into a nicer pair of trousers and a warmer shirt. It looked very similar to one of Bran's outfits, mostly because it as perfect for climbing around. She looked over at Nymeria. "Ready?" Nymeria gave her a small whine, answering her master.

Arya walked over to one of her windows and opened it. Her window was just above where another building connected, so there was a roof just below it. She easily climbed out and coaxed Nymeria out onto the roof. She shut the window slightly, keeping most of the warm air inside. She walked along the roof, checking back on Nymeria periodically to make sure the wolf was alright. Nymeria was a bit hesitant, but she trusted Arya and was soon following her at a normal pace.

"Did you have to rat me out?" Arya looked over as Bran joined her and Nymeria on their walk. "Mum was livid."

"Then don't leave an accomplice to be caught." Arya responded as she scratched behind Nymeria's ear.

Bran looked down from the roof, spotting Summer watching him. "Guess so. Did you hear the news?"

"The Royal family is coming to Winterfell?" Arya asked with a smirk. "Heard about it in town. Did Father get a Raven?" Bran nodded. "Must be something important if the King is coming. But why does he have to bring everyone else?"

"Isn't it normal for family to travel together?" Bran was confused, his sister was acting weird again.

"Depends on the family." Arya replied as she continued walking. She had already planned a route that would be easy for Nymeria to traverse. As the wolf got bigger she would take her on more difficult paths. She wasn't large enough to get around obstacles and Arya couldn't carry her and get around them herself.

After an hour of walking around, the two returned to Arya's bedroom. She pushed the window open and let Nymeria jump in first. Nymeria almost made it, her back paw slipped on the edge of the window. Arya caught her foot instantly and helped her in. "Good girl Nymeria." Arya climbed in after her wolf. She pulled a larger piece of jerky out of her old cloak and gave it to Nymeria. "Such a good girl."

Arya fixed her hair and dress one last time before heading down to join her family in the courtyard. The Royal family was arriving today, and she had to look presentable. She looked at Nymeria sitting patiently beside her. She knelt down and held the wofl's face, scratching behind her ears. "You can't come with me today. Mother is worried it will scare them to see a direwolf. So stay here. I'll bring a treat for you when I come back." She gave Nymeria a kiss on her nose before leaving the room, grabbing her nice cloak as she went.

Arya tied the cloak around her as she walked. She reached the courtyard just as her family was gathering. "There you are Arya." Catelyn spoke up as she ushered her children into a line. "Where's Bran?" Catelyn looked around before she spotted Summer by a wall. Her eyes went up, not too far up, and spotted Bran climbing down. "Bran! What have I told you about climbing?"

Bran ran over with a large grin on his face. "I saw them. They have loads of people."

"Yes, yes." Catelyn dismissed as she brushed off Bran of any stray pieces of straw. "Now send your wolf back to your room and go stand beside your sister."

Bran deflated as his mother spoke. He looked over at Summer. "Summer, go home." He ordered, sending the wolf out of sight. He then took his place at the end of the line beside Arya. "It's your fault I get caught so much. What if I told mother you were climbing too, with your wolf."

"I think father would be impressed." Arya replied as they waited for the Royal family to arrive. It only took a few more minutes until horses and a carriage road through the gates. It was only when the King road in that everyone knelt down.

Arya had almost forgotten how fat the King was. He needed a stepping block to get off of his horse. She was surprised the horse was still standing. Robert Baratheon walked up to the Stark Family, signaling for them to stand. He eyed Ned before speaking. "You got fat." He declared to his long time friend. Ned only looked down at the Kings fat belly with a raised eyebrow. Robert immediately broke into laughter and hugged Ned.

Arya watched as her parents interacted with the King. She was watching the rest of the Royal family. Jamie Lannister was atop his horse, not looking anything like the haunted man she had known. Joffrey looked alive and ready to be killed, by her this time. And Cersei looked just as Arya remembered her, self-entitled and an overall bitch. But just as in the past, she did not see Tyrion anywhere.

She was pulled out of her thoughts as the King stood before her. "And what's your name?"

"Arya." Arya replied while holding her hands behind her back. "Do you still have the hammer you used at the battle of the Trident?"

Robert laughed loudly. "Of course I do. It's even got rubies stuck in it." He looked over at Ned. "You been telling stories?"

"That would be old Nan." Ned replied, glad to see Arya being a bit more like herself. "She's a fan of heroes and legends."

"As most lasses are." Arya frowned as the King moved on to Bran. "Show us your muscles." He coaxed Bran into flexing his arm. "You'll be a soldier in no time." Arya kept her mouth shut, knowing what fate she was giving her brother. "Ned, show me to your crypt. I would like to pay my respect."

"We've been traveling for a month." Arya looked over as Cersei complained. "Surely the dead can wait." She smirked as Robert ignored his wife and walked away, her father following after the king.

"He's so handsome." Arya heard Sansa speak. She nearly let a gag show on her face just to annoy the older girl.

Arya looked around at the envoy. The Hound was easy to spot with his helmet on. She wondered how different he was when she had met him to how he was now as Joffrey's dog. Her mother led the rest of the Royal family inside, showing them to their rooms. Arya looked over at Jamie Lannister. "Where's Tyrion Lannister?"

Jamie frowned at the girl. "What do you want with my brother?"

"Just curious." Arya responded. "Did you really kill the Mad King?"

"It's what history says." Jamie turned away form the girl, ending the conversation.

"Thank you." Jamie stopped in his tracks. He turned and looked at the girl in confusion. "He killed my grandfather and uncle. You avenged them, so I am thanking you." Arya couldn't help but smile at the Kingslayer's confusion. "I want to hear your version of the story. History doesn't always tell everything. After all, it's the survivors that write it." With that said, she turned and went into the keep.

The feast was loud that night. Arya sat in her chair watching everyone. Her mother and the Queen were sitting behind her, watching everything and everyone. The King was in the crowd drinking while her Father watched on from the sidelines. She could hear Sansa chatting away about Joffrey. To say she was bored was an understatement. Bran and Rickon were already in bed, they were too young to stay up this late, which left her by herself at a table full of little birds. She had to give the Queen credit, she nicknamed her sister perfectly, as she was now at least.

As Sansa walked around her to speak with the Queen, she snuck out of her chair and towards the door. She was surprised when it opened and her Uncle Benjen walked in. "And just where are you off to?" She smiled as her uncle picked her up in a hug. Benjen set Arya back down. "You look more and more like Lyanna every time I see you."

"I don't think anyone sees it." Arya responded. If she had looked like her aunt, the King would have noticed.

"They just don't want to admit it." Benjen spoke quietly. "They don't want to remember, but they can't help but see her. So they keep it quiet, hidden." Arya nodded, understanding what her uncle was trying to say. "Where's your Father?" Arya turned and pointed across the room where her father could just barely be seen against the candlelight. "Thank you little wolf. Jon is outside if you where looking for him."

Arya smiled as her uncle walked past her. Uncle Benjen always seemed to know what people were looking for. She quietly slipped out of the feast hall and made her way towards the training yard. She found Jon whacking away at a practice dummy. "Is it dead yet?" She joked.

Jon let out a laugh. "Uncle Benjen asked the same thing." He set the practice sword down against the dummy. "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside at the feast?"

"It's boring in there." Arya complained. "Sansa won't shut up about Joffrey."

"Are you sure it wasn't his mother speaking?" Arya looked over as Tyrion Lannister stepped out of the shadow. "Apologies for interrupting. I was looking to a chamber pot but seemed to have gotten myself lost."

"You could start by looking inside the castle." Arya responded, glad to see the dwarf once more. Tyrian had been her favorite Lannister from the beginning, he had never gotten onto her List. "Or are you trying to avoid anyone with golden hair?"

"Perhaps a little bit." Tyrion responded before taking another sip of wine. "You must be Arya Stark. I've heard you are not a lady."

Arya laughed a bit. "Won't Sansa be embarrassed when she hears others know about that. Worse than throwing meat pie at her face."

"You threw meat pie at Sansa?" Jon asked, a bit of amusement in his voice.

"I was thinking about it." Arya kind of wished she had, but then she would have been sent off to bed. "I wonder what would have happened if I had. Or if I had thrown it at Joffrey."

"Joffrey would have called for you head." Tyrion answered honestly. "The little beast tortures cats for fun. His mother got him a crossbow for his name-day one year. He loves the thing more than his own siblings."

"And the King is trying to marry Joffrey and Sansa." Jon wondered what the king could possibly be thinking.

Tyrion took a long drink of wine. "The King doesn't pay attention too much. Joffrey acts like the perfect son when he is around. And then his mother tells the King what he wants to hear about his first born son." He paused when Arya gave a chuckle. "Did I say something amusing?"

"'First born son'. Kind of ironic when he has a few bastards in King's Landing that are older than Joffrey." Arya ignored the curious and confused looks she was getting from Tyrion and Jon. "It's interesting how all of the Royal children look like their mother's side of the family."

"The Lannister genes must be strong." Tyrion put a cork into his wine skin. He was curious about what the youngest Stark girl knew. "How did you know about Robert's bastards?"

Arya knew she had to tread carefully. Leading people on and trapping oneself was very easily done at once. "Doesn't everyone know? It passed through town a few times. Every time a new one is born anyway. They say it's one every three months."

Tyrion chuckled. "I assure you, it's not that often." He wondered if that was actually true. Robert did visit many brothels and almost always had a whore in his bed. "Best not to mention them in front of Cersei or the children. Bad blood is never good."

"There you are." Arya looked over as Robb walked over. "Mother was wondering where you went." He looked from Jon to Tyrion. "Time for bed."

Arya nodded as slowly. She then turned and gave a slight bow. "It was nice to meet you Lord Tyrion."

"And you as well Lady Stark-my apologies, Not-a-Lady Stark." Tyrion laughed with Arya as she followed her brother back inside. "A charming family you have Bastard. I like that one the most." Jon watched as Tyrion walked back out of the training yard, leaving his wine skin corked.

Arya was nervous, today was not going to be a good day. Most of the men had gone off hunting with the King. Jamie Lannister had stayed behind to protect the Queen and the children that weren't going on the hunt. But Arya knew better, Cersei had asked for him to stay. And Robert's hate for the Lannister's ensured that he would allow it.

Nymeria could sense Arya's nervousness. She circled around the girl, trying to find out what was wrong. She sat when Arya turned towards her. "Nymeria, find Summer." Arya watched as her wolf ran off in search of her sibling.

Arya looked around, making sure she could vanish unseen. She snuck into the shadows, slinking off towards the broken tower. She would not stop Bran from falling, she had promised. But that didn't mean she wouldn't let the Queen and Kingslayer go unpunished. But before she would confront them, she had to make one change.

In one of the little rooms by the broken tower, they were unused and mostly forgotten, she had hidden something her family would never understand. She pulled the covers off of a dresser, just enough to open a drawer. Inside of the drawer was a face, the face of a girl she had come across in the village. The girl had just died when she had found her, so she didn't feel too bad about taking her face.

She placed the face over her own, becoming that village girl. She untied her hair and removed her clothing, putting on an old dress she had found in one of the closets. Once she had changed she snuck out of the room and continued towards the broken tower.

She climbed the steps, hearing sounds from whoever was above her. She paused as the noises stopped. "He saw us!" She could picture Cersei, kneeling on the floor, shouting at her twin.

"I heard you the first time." Arya crept closer to the top as she listened to Jamie Lannister speak. "How old are you?"

"10." Arya paused at the door. She wished terribly that she could burst into the room and tell Bran to get out of there. But she couldn't break her promise, even if it broke her heart to do nothing.

The room became silent for a moment. "The things I do for love." Arya could hear the gasp of surprise her brother gave as he was pushed out of the window. Then there was a distant thud when her brother hit the ground. "We should go. They'll investigate what happened."

Arya stepped into the room, letting the door creek loudly. Both brother and sister stared at her in surprise. "I wonder what the King will think now?" After she spoke she took off running. She could hear Jamie cursing as he chased after her. But she was much more used to escaping than the Kingslayer knew. She jumped through a slit in the wall, a draft space much too small for an adult to fit into.

She returned to her hidden lair and changed back into her clothing. This time she went out the window, using the rooftops to leave the broken tower. But her destination was not the main keep. She was heading for the Maester's room to fetch Maester Luwin.

She climbed into the window. "Maester Luwin, I need your help." Maester Luwin turned towards the window in confusion. He was used to Bran climbing in through his window, not Arya. "It's Bran, he fell off the Broken Tower."

In a flurry of movements, that were rather quick for a man Luwin's age, he gathered some things and sent an assistant ahead to check on the boy and another to inform Lady Stark. They soon reached the bottom of the tower. The assistant had begun to wrap Bran's head. "It appears he fell onto his back. Not sure how badly his injuries are beside hitting his head." The assistant replied as he finished his work. "Some men are bringing a stretcher so we can bring him inside."

"Bran!" Arya stepped aside as her mother rushed to her brother's side. Catelyn ghosted her hand over Bran, not daring to touch him and further his injuries. "What happened?" Catelyn looked around her, her gaze settling on Arya.

"He was climbing the Broken Tower. Said there was a flower he wanted to show me. His foot slipped on a loose stone." Arya kept her voice quiet, just like when she would eat a sweet before dinner. "I told him I didn't need a silly flower."

Maester Luwin put a hand on Arya's shoulder, comforting the poor girl. "It is not your fault child. Let us bring him inside." He ushered both Starks inside while his assistant aided the other men in moving Bran onto a stretcher and into the keep. "Ryan, send a Raven to Lord Stark. Tell him what has happened." The page ran off to send the grave news to Lord Stark.

Arya watched as her brother was carried inside. He looked so lifeless. It almost looked like when he would warg, but his eyes were closed. "I'm sorry Bran."

"It's not your fault Arya." Catelyn comforted her youngest daughter. "He will be alright. You will see. He will be just fine." Arya held onto her mother, knowing her words were meant to comfort herself as well as her child.

Bit of a long start. But I wanted to get what was covered in the first episode covered here. And this story will be following the TV series rather than the book. Mostly because I can review the TV show more easily than the books.

Let me know what you thought of the chapter.