Arya fled the Twins. Before anyone else finds out that she had killed Lothar Frey and Black Walder Rivers and baked them into a pie and served them to their father, Walder Frey before slitting his throat. Doing that, she had finally avenged the deaths of her mother, and her brother, Robb during the Red Wedding, as everyone puts it.

Now, she was on her way to the Wall. Hopefully, her brother Jon is still with the Night's Watch. Jon could possibly be her only living family left. She had to get to him.

After their father was executed, she and her siblings hadn't seen each other. Her eldest brother Robb rebelled against King Joffrey, while her sister Sansa was basically a hostage in King's Landing. On the other hand, she was smuggled out of the Capital by Yoren, a brother of the Night's Watch. He had to cut her hair short and had her pass of as a boy, so no one would recognize her. And when Robb went to war, Winterfell was sacked, and she had no idea where or what had happened to her younger brothers, Bran and Rickon. Or if they are still alive.

Arya decided to stop for the night. Clearly, she's still in the Riverlands. She might've spent a night in an Inn somewhere, but she couldn't risk being seen. With everything that has happened: her father beheaded, her mother and brother murdered, her other siblings' unknown whereabouts, there's probably a huge bounty on any Stark's head by now.

Just as she was going to settle deep in the woods, a hand clamped her mouth from behind. About a few yards away, she could make out a stocky man, holding out a torch.

"Hello there," The man said. "What in seven hells is a little lady like you wanderin' 'round these woods in the hour of the wolf?" He asked.

Before she could answer, a burlap sack was placed over her head.

Arya struggled as she was slung over someone's shoulder. Her captors were probably already annoyed by her fits and something hit her from the back of her head, and she lost consciousness.

. . .

Arya woke with someone shaking her. She still had the burlap sack over her head so she couldn't see anything. She began to move and realized her hands were bind by the wrists. Panicked, she patted her waist, and noticed that her sword, Needle was gone.

"Who are you?" Arya shouted to no one in particular.

No one answered. They just pulled her up to stand and guided her to walk.

"Where are you taking me?" She demanded.

"Quit yappin', girl." The man guiding her on the left said. "Just keep walkin'."

For probably a few yards, they stopped.

"Lord Beric," The one on her right said. "We found this one wandering in the woods."

When she heard the name, anger surged through her. Beric? Beric Dondarrion? Oh, great! Arya thought. She's back with them. Again!

Two hands guided her forward. From where she stood, she could feel heat of a nearby fire.

The burlap sack was removed from her head, and her suspicion was right. She was back in a cave with walls consisting of stone and soil interrupted by the huge roots of Weirwoods.

Hollow Hill, the hideout of the Brotherhood without Banners.

Beric Dondarrion stood before her, holding the burlap sack. At first, he was frightened, like he had just seen a ghost. Then he quickly gave a nervous smile. "Welcome back, my lady." He greeted.

She glanced at her surroundings and recognized a few people who had captured her, Gendry, and Hot Pie before. And for some reason, Sandor Clegane, the Hound, who had wide eyes when he saw her.

Arya glared at everyone. "Everyone's here." She spoke up. "Good. I can take care of a few people on my list." She meant it. Firstly, because they sold Gendry to some Red witch after he said he wanted to join them; and secondly, because they promised to return her to her relatives in Riverrun, and they didn't.

"Why am I not surprised that you're here again?" The Hound spoke up.

Arya started forward, but two men held her back. "I should've killed you when I had the chance." She gritted her teeth at the Hound.

"You had your chance, girl." The Hound recalled. "Now, I'm here because of you."

Thoros of Myr, the drunken red priest walked in with a couple of firewood and happened to glance her way. When he got a closer look at her, he gasped like a little girl and stepped back, tripping himself and dropping the firewood.

"A ghost!" He shrieked.

Arya rolled her eyes annoyance. "If I was a ghost, you wouldn't have captured me," She said. "Because I could've just disappeared out of sight."

"Idiot!" The Hound said, smacking Thoros on the back of his head. "That's no ghost, the girl is Arya Stark of Winterfell."

When the Hound mentioned her name, everyone gasped. Great, he just announced that I'm some highborn lady. Arya thought. This day couldn't get any worse.

"Oh," Thoros stood and approached Arya. He had one hand on her bound wrists, and the other cupped her chin. He studied her face. "You look like that lady that Targaryen prince abducted."

"I—what?" Arya asked in confusion.

"Oh, yes," Thoros said, looking right in her eyes. "The same dark hair, the same steel grey eyes, the same pale complexion of the North and the same feisty attitude. You're her spitting image!"

"What in seven hells are you talking about?" Arya shrieked, shaking herself free from Thoros' grasp.

"Lyanna Stark!" Thoros blurted out. "The wolf maiden of Winterfell. Well, until she was kidnapped by Rhaegar Targaryen."

Arya raised an eyebrow. "My aunt, Lyanna died before I was even born." She said. "What's that got to do with me?" She asked.

Thoros glanced at the fire. "The Lord of Light is showing it in the flames, child." He said, turning back to her. "History is going to—"

"Thoros, shut up!" Beric interrupted, shoving him away from Arya. "You're frightening the girl." He started forward. "Forgive us, Princess," He bowed, as he pulled a knife from his belt and cut off her binds. "We hardly recognized you." He took her sword, Needle from one of her captors and handed it back to her.

Arya took back Needle and placed it on her belt. "I'm no princess," She said. "So, don't call me that."

"Ah, the princess is being modest." The Hound said, amused. "The little lady has matured."

Arya drew her sword, Needle and pointed it at the Hound. "Call me 'princess' one more time and I'll skewer you."

The Hound only laughed at her remark. "You're tiny sword can't hurt me, little lady. You know what happened the last time."

Arya glared at him. "Don't call me 'princess'. I'm not one." She said.

"Oh, but you are." Thoros spoke up. "Your brother is King in the Nor—"

"My brother is dead!" Arya interrupted.

The Hound shrugged. "You have other brothers." He recalled. "The bastard, the cripple, and the toddler, respectively."

Jon, Bran, and Rickon, her three remaining brothers. She missed them so much. Arya sighed as she slung back Needle to her belt. "I haven't seen them since I left for King's Landing."

"One of them's the new King in the North." Beric said. "The one they call Jon Snow, now Jon Stark. He now sits at Winterfell." He explained. "Together with your sister."

Arya gave a sideways smile hearing it, then she frowned. "What about my two younger brothers?" She asked.

"No one has seen Brandon and Rickon Stark since Winterfell was sacked." Beric stated.

A mixture of sad and happy expressions played across Arya's face. Now, she actually knew where she's going, home. To Winterfell, not the Wall. Jon's back home and so is Sansa. Wherever Bran and Rickon were, she hoped they were still alive.

"So, what now?" Arya spoke up. "You're going to ransom me off again?" She asked.

"You're lucky it was the Brotherhood that found you, little lady." The Hound said. "Not the Wolf pack."

Arya frowned. "The Wolf pack?" She repeated.

"There's this pack of wolves roaming the Riverlands." Thoros explained. "People travelling at night have disappeared."

"Enough of this," Beric said. "We're not going to ransom you off, my lady. You're here as our guest."

Arya narrowed her eyes. "So, I can walk away then?" She asked.

"The night is dark and full of terrors." Thoros said. "We can't have the Princess in the North wanderin' around by herself."

Arya unsheathed Needle again and pointed it at the Red Priest's throat. "What did I say about calling me 'princess'?" She reminded him.

Thoros put his hands up in surrender. "My apologies, little lady. This is merely a kind offer to compensate from our last encounter."

"The drunken cunt's right." The Hound said. "And besides, you're wounded." He pointed at her stomach.

Arya looked down and realized her clothes were once again soaked in blood on the abdomen area. Her wounds from her encounter with the waif in Braavos might've reopened when she struggled to free herself from her captors.

"You need to patch that up, little lady." The Hound said. "We don't the Wolf Pack to find us just because you're bleeding."

Beric turned to someone behind her. "Boy," He called. "Get the little lady here and treat her wounds."

"Yes, Lord Beric." The boy replied.

There's something about the boy's voice that sounded familiar. It sounded like…No, that's impossible. She thought. He's gone. Out of curiosity, she turned and saw a tall, muscular young man standing not far from her. Could it be…?

"Gendry?" Arya called in a small voice. She approached and locked eyes with him. "Is that really you?" She asked.

Gendry smiled. "Aye, m'lady." He said, his blue eyes twinkled in the firelight. "Hello Arya."

Arya smiled widely. "Gendry!" She squealed and leaped into his arms, giving him a huge hug. "You're alive! I thought I'd never see you again."

Gendry returned the same hug. "I'm here now." He assured. "I missed you, Arya."

Arya started tearing up. "I missed you too."