So, here is the second chapter up! I know, it was a bit fast, but I did write this over a year ago!

14 Years Later

It was an early day in Winterfell, life was stirring; people were bustling about; families worked together to get the day's work done; the horses were in their stalls waiting to be ridden; the blacksmith was working the fires; tree's swayed with the wind - everything seemed normal. Near the archers rage Ned and Catelyn Stark stood proud watching over their sons as they practiced and taught each other. Within the Stark Castle a small class containing around 9 girls was being held by the leading Septa Margaret - within this class, the three Stark daughters sat.

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Elsandria smiled as she worked on her needlework. It was hard for her to contain her excitement during the class, since her archery lesson was to take place after class, and Father had agreed for her to have Jon Snow -her half-brother- teach her for the day. She looked down at her work, glad to see that she had been doing it correctly, and had been able to embroider the Stark Crest onto the piece of silk. She looked at the crest in happiness, glad to have been a part of the Stark family - she couldn't see herself in any other family. All of her faith and trust went into her family, and since she had the skills of an archer, she could protect her family; this made her grin.

"Elsandria," Her name was called, but she didn't pay any mind to it, continuing to look at her work with a smile on her face.

"Elsandria!" Her name was called again, and she was given a light tap on the side of her arm, jolting her out of her reverie. She shook her head as if she had been dazed, and looked up to see who it was, to find that it was Septa Margaret.

"Septa..." She whispered in embarrassment, dropping her head slight.

"Now what was that my dear?" Septa Margaret asked her with a stern voice. "I called you twice!" She exclaimed.

"I apologize Septa..." She mumbled. "I was just looking over my work, and I got lost in thought." She looked up at her Septa with a bashful look, and watched as her Septa sighed and shook her head with a smile on her face.

"Alright, it is no worries dear. Just try to concentrate a bit harder please." Septa Margaret looked down at the girl, and Elsandria nodded in response. With a final look at the young girl, Septa Margaret moved onto the next girl to look over her work.

Elsandria sighed in relief and hit herself on the forehead for being so foolish enough that she had lost her train of thought in class. "Silly..." She mumbled, and begun going over her needle-work once more, cleaning up anything that seemed to be wrong or out of place. As she found a frayed piece of string she heard her name called once again. Her head snapped up in response, causing her neck to slightly ache.

"Yes Septa?" She asked fully aware.

"One more thing," The Septa said, looking down at Elsandria. "Well done on your work. I can see fine needlework there, and I'm sure Lord and Lady Stark will be proud to see what you have created." With that the Septa walked away once again, but this time, didn't turn back. Elsandria smiled with a faint blush on her cheeks, it wasn't often that Septa Margaret would compliment you.

Returning to her work once more, Elsandria spotted out the frayed string and began to mend it using a damp cloth to wipe at it, and slowly it she was able to return it back to its original form. Elsandria then brought her needlework closer to her face to do a closer inspection, when she heard Septa Margaret begin to compliment her sister.

She smiled slightly, proud of her twin sister, but then frowned. She had to admit that she was slightly jealous of the fact that she constantly got compliments, but she couldn't do anything about it. She knew it was because she was the most lady like out of the three Stark children, and everyone loved that about her sister. She shook her head, and sighed before looking over to her little sister Arya, who seemed to also be listening to the Septa's compliments to their sister.

Elsandria tried to catch Arya's attention to keep her from getting upset, but was unable. Why won't she just look at me? She thought sighing, knowing that Arya was becoming jealous. She felt bad for her little sister who never truly received compliments from their Septa, and who was the youngest daughter. Raising her arm slightly, she waved towards Arya, catching her eye for a second before they both stopped moving all together.

From outside came a hollow thump and Elsandria watched as Arya perked up slightly, knowing the sound of an Arrow hitting a target - or hitting anything. Elsandria wanted to stop Arya from doing anything silly that would cause her to get in trouble, but she knew she wouldn't be able to, so as Arya began to get up, she just sat there watching her.

"Arya!" Septa Margaret's voice cut into the air of the now silent room. Arya paid her no attention, as she set her needlework down before racing out of the room like a horse running towards a battle. "ARYA!" Septa Margaret called again, trying to stop the girl.

"Septa Margaret." Elsandria called slightly, catching the Septa's attention.

"Yes my dear?" The woman looked down at the girl with a tired look in her eyes, which Elsandria could say was due to Arya's antics.

"I can go and fetch her if you wish," Elsandria offered, before cutting in as she saw the Septa try to speak. "I have finished my needlework -as you can see- so it won't keep me from my work." She tried to convince the Septa.

Septa Margaret gave Elsandria a once over before huffing slightly and allowing her shoulders to drop. "Alright, now you bring her back as fast as you can!" With that, Elsandria had placed her needlework down and had raced out of the room - following Arya's footsteps.

Elsandria knew exactly where Arya had gone off to, and started to run as fast as she could, racing towards the archery grounds. She ran past halls, and down a few flights of staircases before she could finally hear her father slight laugh, and her brothers' loud voices. Hearing her family, she put more effort into her running. Just as she saw her little brother Bran take aim, along with her other brothers standing next to him, she heard the hollow whizzing of an arrow and the thump of it hitting its target, and saw that Bran's arrow hadn't been released yet. Arya! She thought, hearing the giggle of her sister.

"Arya!" She called trying to stop her, still running, but it was no use; Arya had run off with Bran chasing her.

Elsandria came to a stop and shook her head at the girl, knowing that now both Arya and herself were going to get into trouble with their Septa. "Elsandria what are you doing here darling?" She heard her mother's voice come from above her. She looked up and smiled slightly.

"Arya ran off again, as you can see," she gestured out towards where Bran was chasing Arya. "I was sent to retrieve her." She replied laughing slightly -knowing that she had no chance of catching the girl at the moment. When she looked at her Mother again, she noticed that her attention was turned away from her and towards her father and some other men. She didn't know what they were saying, but she did hear one thing 'deserter'.

"There's a deserter?" She called out to her parents in shock. She had heard of deserters, but they didn't occur often, and having one now was quite the shock. "Father, tell me, there's a deserter!" She watched as her father nodded down towards her and her heart began to pump harder. She couldn't believe it... she shook her head slightly before leaning in to get a better hearing of what they were saying.

"Law is law, my Lady." The older man standing next to her father said. Her mother shook her head in what seemed to be disgust.

"Tell Bran he's coming too." Elsandria reared back at this. He is only 10! She thought in shock, unable to believe that her father would actually bring him along to watch him give command.

"Father!" She cried in shock, her eyes widening. But her father ignored her, and continued to speak, and all she heard was 'he won't be a boy forever.' She shook her head still in shock before running up the steps towards her father. "Father! Father, if you are going to take Bran with you, take me with too." She didn't want her little brother to go through it alone - if she went along, then he would have someone to share the experience with, and if he needed to talk to someone about it, then she would be able to.

"I cannot allow that." He said looking directly at her in shock at the fact that she wanted to come.

"Father please. This way Bran won't have to go through it alone, and this way I won't have to witness it at a later date." She tried to persuade him. "Please father!" She cried again.

"I shouldn't allow this..." He grunted. "But this once, you may." She was about to run off, but he stopped her with a hand. "But promise me, if you get scared, look away." He looked her dead in the eyes, and she nodded in response, knowing that he was being utterly serious. With that he turned around and walked away, leaving her to retrieve her horse.

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Elsandria couldn't help but feel a bit nervous as she stood next to her brothers near the beheading site. She shifted back and forth on her feet, and began to rock herself slightly.

"Elsandria if you don't want to watch, turn away." Her older brother Robb said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to see it." He murmured looking down at her with soft eyes. She shook her head thoroughly in response.

"No, I must, so Bran doesn't have to go through it alone!" She said and stopped moving in her nervous way. "I must..." She whispered, and turned her head back to the scene which was going to take place before her. She watched as the man who had been declared a 'deserter' was brought forward, and looked at how weather down, and cold he looked. He didn't look more than 25 years of age to her, but she knew that she may be wrong. She listened as he mumbled something about 'white walkers' and fear shook through her, and down her spine. She knew the stories, and didn't want them to be real, so she hoped that this man was lying.

"I saw what I saw."

When she heard the man's voice she knew she couldn't continue listening to what was being said, because if she did, she would continue hearing his voice everywhere - haunting her during the day and at night, and she didn't want that. She tuned out everything that was being said and began to drift into her thoughts, before being abruptly pulled out of them.

The sound of her father's sword being slid out of its hilt brought her back to reality, and she noticed the man had been laid down on the beheading tree trunk that contained a groove in which a neck could be put over. Her heart began to race as she heard her father speak.

"In the name of Robert of the house of Baratheon, the first of his name," Elsandria jostled when she heard Jon speak.

"Don't look away," He said to Bran. She looked down at her younger brother listening, seeing that his eyes were trained in on their father. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder she turned back to her father. "Father will know if you do."

Elsandria tuned his voice out and listened harder to her father's voice. "...lord of the seven kingdoms, and protector of the realm. I Eddard of the house of Stark, Lord of Winterfell and warden of the North, sentence you to die." At the last word Elsandria's eyes widened a fraction, and then everything seemed to go in slow motion. Her heart began to pump, beating harder and harder, so hard that she heard it loud in her ears; the wind seemed to still; life seemed to become silent; and breaths were held. Suddenly her heart seemed to stop as her father raised the sword, and brought it down over the man's head, severing it from his body. She gasped slightly before containing it, and the few tears that dared to fall.

This is what should happen.

This is right.

I hope you liked it.

Please R+R, I would love to hear what you think about it so far! :D