Hi, everyone!

I'm so sorry for the long wait. I will try my best to update this story a little more often. But with work, and life, I don't have that much time to write anymore. But I won't give up!

Enjoy this chapter, and let me know what you think. It's not the longest chapter, and it was difficult to write, but it won't be long until the story soon is caught up with GOT.

I do not own GOT, only my oc.

I have also decided the Motto for House Sparr:

Ours is but half the story

Ned Stark felt tired and he had only experienced a blow like this once before. When his sister Lyanna died.

It has been a few years, but it was still fresh in his mind. And losing Robin and Kiara hurt almost as much as losing his dear sister. And now he had to go home and deliver the devastating news. To tell his wife that she would never see her dearest friend ever again. He had to tell his son, that the one person in Westeros he felt closest to, would be forever lost. There's no chance for him to ever see her again. Jon is a tender soul, and this would forever change him. Brianna was the only one who made him feel normal.

The tears shone in the brave man's eyes, thinking about little Brianna, with her fierce spirit and unconditional love. How would the world become without her in it?

Ned was still at Dreadfort, because he needed to make sure that everything was in order before he left, and he still had that glimmer of hope, that Brianna would suddenly turn up. But somehow, Roose Bolton tried to convince him that there's no possible way that she would turn up, and Ned thought that was only because Bolton didn't want him to torture himself.

The road back to Winterfell seemed longer than before. They traveled as fast as they could, but the carriage with Robin and Kiara, slowed them down a bit.

The night before Ned returned home, he sat by the fire, trying to make sense of it all. Jory saw him sitting there, lost in his own thoughts, and he knew how hard this was… but he didn't know how to fix this for him. Jory let out a sigh before sitting down next to Ned.

"What are you thinking about, My Lord?" Jory asked him rather carefully. Ned let out a sigh of his own and tossed some more wood on the fire.

"I am trying to figure out how I am going to tell my wife that she'll never talk to her best friend again. And how do I tell Jon that Brianna is lost forever?" Ned asked Jory, poking around in the fire.

"It won't be easy, My Lord, but you have to tell them and try your best to be there for them in their time of need." Jory said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "But don't forget that you also lost a dear friend and give yourself time to grieve. You'll all need each other."

Ned gave Jory a sad smile, before turning his gaze elsewhere. He looked over at the chests that contained Kiara and Robin, and even though he knew there was no possibility that little Brianna Sparr could still be alive… then why didn't he settle for that? He just hoped that in death, she would find her parents and that she was safe.

The very next day, Ned Stark and his company galloped towards their home at Winterfell. It felt good to be home. At the same time, it meant that he was one step closer to deliver the devastating news he had been dreaded for days. He knew that Catelyn would be okay after some time, but this would change Jon forever. He didn't have anyone else.

Little Jon Snow was sitting in his chambers, thinking about Brianna and he hoped that she was okay. Who else would play with him? Sure, he had Robb and the blacksmith's son, but none of them knew him better than Brianna. Who else would he tell his secrets to?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the horn. That only meant that his father was back. Maybe Brianna was with him?

Jon scrambled onto his feet and ran towards the door. It was still a little heavy for a young boy like himself, but he didn't care. He wanted to get out fast. He ran outside but came to an abrupt stop at the sound of a woman screaming. Jon was frightened. He had never heard a woman scream like that before. He carefully walked towards the railing, trying to peek through the cracks, only to find his father consoling Catelyn for some reason. He looked a little closer, and that's when he saw the carriage with the coffins in it. Jon may be young, but he understood that those boxes meant that someone didn't live anymore. Catelyn called out Kiara's name in despair, and Jon knew that it was Brianna's mother and father laying there. Did this mean that Brianna was gone too? He didn't want to know, he didn't want it to be real, so he scrambled backwards and tripped over his own two feet. He crashed into some gear standing outside his door, making it crash to the ground.

Ned looked up just in time to see the door to Jon's chamber close. He knew that the little boy had seen Catelyn this upset, and he knew he couldn't stall this. He had to go and talk to him right away. Ned motioned for Maester Lunwin to take care of his wife, so Ned could go to Jon. He walked up the stairs, and it felt heavier than ever. This path has never felt this long. He felt the heavy weight on his shoulders, and he didn't like it at all. Ned knocked twice, before silently opened the chamber door. He found his son sitting on his bed, facing the fire.

"Jon." He called out as he closed the door behind him. "I have something to tell you."

"She's gone, isn't she, father?" Jon stated more than asked without turning around. "Brianna is dead."

Ned was filled with sorrow, hearing his son saying those words. He walked up to him and sat down on the bed.

"Jon… Brianna…" Ned started but didn't know how to continue.

"I can take it, father." Jon said quickly, but then he felt ashamed that he had interrupted his lord, father.

"I know you can, Jon. But a young boy as yourself, shouldn't have to." Ned told his son. "Brianna… we never found her. We think her mother tried to get her away from the battlefield when she was struck down. We found Brianna's cloak, but she was nowhere to be found."

"Then there's a possibility that she's still alive." Jon exclaimed, getting up from the bed. "We have to go find her."

Jon ran around the room, gathering his things, getting ready for departure.

"We found blood, Jon." Ned said, and that made the little boy stop what he was doing. "There was a lot of blood at the bottom of a hill, and there's no way anyone would survive something like that for long. I am sorry, but she's never coming back."

"But she has to come back. She promised me. She promised me that we would always be friends no matter what. She promised she would always be there for me." Jon argued, tears started to form in his eyes.

"She's all I have." Jon barely whispered, finally letting his tears go. Ned did the only thing he could do, and wrapped his large arms around the fragile, little boy. He was also surprised how well Jon held himself together. He had thought that Jon would be inconsolable.

That same day, the bodies of Robin and Kiara Sparr, was brought down to the crypt, where they would lie forever as dear friends and allies for years.

Jon stood a little behind the rest of the family, as they said their goodbyes. Robb understood that everyone was sad and stood there obediently. He looked back at his brother, trying to understand how he was feeling, but it wasn't easy.

When it was all over, Ned placed a hand on his wife shoulder, but she told him she wanted to stay a little longer, and she wanted to be left alone. Ned grabbed Robb's hand and held little Sansa on his other arm.

"Come along, Jon." Ned called out softly. Jon started to follow him, but then he saw Catelyn standing there, crying. So, he walked over to her, wanting to comfort her. He hesitated for a moment, before reaching out and placing his hand in hers. Catelyn looked down, expecting to see Robb, but it shocked her to see Jon. Somehow, it made her angry.

"Get your hands off me!" She yelled at him and Jon jumped back in shock. Catelyn was so angry and sad about not being able to save Kiara, she took it out on poor little Jon.

"I don't want you to touch me ever again! This is all your fault, boy!"

Jon whimpered a little but tried his best to stay strong.

"If it weren't for you, none of this would've happened. The Gods are punishing me, because you befriended their daughter. You are nothing but a bastard and I wished you were never born!" Catelyn hissed before Ned Stark voice cut her off. He was furious with his wife to say something like that to a little boy.

Jon didn't know what to do, so he just ran out of the crypt, not wanting to stay there anymore. He ran out of the courtyard and towards Godswood. He knew he wasn't allowed to go there by himself, but right now, he didn't care.

He sat down in front of the Weirwood tree, praying to the gods to make this pain go away. How could she say something like that? What had he done wrong?

He needed Brianna back, that was the only way to make this better.

Cold… that was all she felt. The air around her, the air in her lungs felt like ice. Was this how it felt to die slowly? Was she already dead?

No, she could clearly hear noises, which meant there was a chance she was still alive. She was Semi-aware of someone picking her up from the cold, burying her in thick furs, heavy furs that smelled funny. It smelled nothing like the furs back home. It was so heavy, it felt as if she couldn't breathe. Her eyes felt heavy, so she struggled long and hard about opening them.

She felt something or someone touching her face gently, running something wet over her forehead. Why would they do that? Didn't they know that she was freezing.

"She's burning up." A rough voice said above her head. "I don't think she'll make it through the night."

That was not her father's voice. Where was he? Just then, the little girl's eyes started to flutter. She tried to wake up.

She opened her eyes slowly, but all she could see, was blurry shapes. She saw was resembled a man with bushy beard and large, blue eyes. He looked wild and fierce.

"Well, hello there, princess." He said and normally she would be afraid, but she was too weak to even notice.

"Jon… I need Jon." She whimpered weakly, trying to get up. But the large man gently pushed her down again.

"You're not going anywhere, girl. You need your strength for the harsh winter beyond the wall." He told her, but the little girl didn't know what he was talking about. She didn't even have the strength to fight him.

"I just want my mother. I need my mother." She whimpered again, holding onto the hand that offered her comfort. The large man suddenly felt bad for her. She was all alone in this world, and he felt the urge to protect her. He made sure that the little girl was completely covered up, so she wouldn't get cold. Him and his company could afford to be here a few more days before heading back. Something told him she was worth it.

The little girl didn't let go of him hand, though, so he decided to stay put as long as she needed. He just hoped she would make it through the night.

He looked down on the neckless the little girl had on when they found her in the snow. He hadn't had the chance to actually looked at it. It was carved out nicely, and it was easy to see what it was. The large man studied it for some time, before looking back at the little girl sleeping.

"You're a strong girl, little wolf. And I think we can expect great things from you in the future to come. And I feel sorry for the bastards that is going to fall at your feet."

The little girl's mind was plagued with dreams. Dreams of her mother being killed, dreams about a heartbroken Jon and the fact that she'll never see him again.

Brianna Sparr is no more, but the adventures of the little wolf, has just begun.

There it is. I hope you liked it. I know that Catelyn seems harsh with Jon, but I felt it was necessary. The story will continue soon, I hope. Let me know what you though!

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