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[a crow lands in the window] Old Nan: Don’t listen to it. Crows are all liars. I know a story about a crow. Bran Stark: I hate your stories. Old Nan: I know a story about a boy who hated stories. I could tell you about Ser Duncan The Tall, those were always your favorites. Bran Stark: Those weren’t my favorites. My favorites were the scary ones. Old Nan: Oh my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord, when the white walkers move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks. So is this the sort of story you like? [Bran nods] Old Nan: In that darkness, the white walkers came for the first time. They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds…

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There was something wild about a godswood; even here, in the heart of the castle at the heart of the city, you could feel the old gods watching with a thousand unseen eyes.

– thoughts of Sansa Stark

Worshipers of the Old Gods do not have elaborate ceremonies, holy texts, hierarchies of priests, or large structures of worship like followers of the Faith of the Seven. Instead they practice quiet contemplation in godswoods, small areas of forest which have been enclosed within a castle’s walls. Worship in a godswood is centered on heart trees, which are great weirwood trees with a face carved into the bark. Weirwoods are considered sacred in the religion, and heart trees are the closest thing to a “shrine” that it possesses. Oaths and promises sworn in front of a heart tree are considered binding.

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Sansa is a woman strong as steel now. The abuse and traumatic events she experienced, begining when she was barely a woman, really more of a innocent girl, it did not break her completely. She learned quickly and developed a great tenacity to hold on to hope until there was a opportunity to escape to her freedom, because a door to escape always appeared eventually. She is a SURVIVOR, she let go of her fairytale dreams of youth and learned to be pragmatic and wise beyond her years. Yet, her torturous abuse at the hands of many did not break her soul. Beating in her Stark heart is the loving strength, kind, courageous and empathic spirit of her mother, father, her brothers and sister and all the noble ancestors who were beloved kings and queens. She would make a noble queen of the north, if not further flung. Personally, I know many survivors of abuse (physical, sexual, psychological) and Sansa’s journey resonates strongly with the stories of these others survivors who have courageously survived, healed and gone on to create love and peace in their lives and do good and great things.

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“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.”

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through the fog and filthy air. When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.” - The 3 witches of Macbeth

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Athelstan and Ragnar Athelstan was a priest of Christ. A scholar and an artist. He lived a monk’s life among other monks. His days spent in quiet contemplation of the mysteries of his world and the salvation of his soul.

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“And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us little truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray us later in deepest consequence.

Away and mark the time. False face must hide what false heart doth know.”

Shakespeare’s Macbeth

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“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.”

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through the fog and filthy air. When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.” - The 3 witches of Macbeth

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“Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.”

“Fair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through the fog and filthy air. When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurly-burly’s done, When the battle’s lost and won.” - The 3 witches of Macbeth

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Sansa is a woman strong as steel now. The abuse and traumatic events she experienced, begining when she was barely a woman, really more of a innocent girl, it did not break her completely. She learned quickly and developed a great tenacity to hold on to hope until there was a opportunity to escape to her freedom, because a door to escape always appeared eventually. She is a SURVIVOR, she let go of her fairytale dreams of youth and learned to be pragmatic and wise beyond her years. Yet, her torturous abuse at the hands of many did not break her soul. Beating in her Stark heart is the loving strength, kind, courageous and empathic spirit of her mother, father, her brothers and sister and all the noble ancestors who were beloved kings and queens. She would make a noble queen of the north, if not further flung. Personally, I know many survivors of abuse (physical, sexual, psychological) and Sansa’s journey resonates strongly with the stories of these others survivors who have courageously survived, healed and gone on to create love and peace in their lives and do good and great things.

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There was something wild about a godswood; even here, in the heart of the castle at the heart of the city, you could feel the old gods watching with a thousand unseen eyes.

– thoughts of Sansa Stark

Worshipers of the Old Gods do not have elaborate ceremonies, holy texts, hierarchies of priests, or large structures of worship like followers of the Faith of the Seven. Instead they practice quiet contemplation in godswoods, small areas of forest which have been enclosed within a castle’s walls. Worship in a godswood is centered on heart trees, which are great weirwood trees with a face carved into the bark. Weirwoods are considered sacred in the religion, and heart trees are the closest thing to a “shrine” that it possesses. Oaths and promises sworn in front of a heart tree are considered binding.

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WALDER FREY is sitting at the high table, eating and drinking. The rest of the dining hall is empty. A handmaiden approaches and sets down a platter of pie on the table in front of him.

WALDER: You’re not one of mine, are you?

HANDMAIDEN: No, my lord.

WALDER: Didn’t think so. Too pretty.

WALDER slaps the handmaiden on the buttocks and smiles.

WALDER: Where are my damn moron sons? Black Walder and Lothar promised to be here by midday.

HANDMAIDEN: They’re here, my lord.

WALDER: Well, what are they doing, trimming their cunt hairs? Tell them to come here now.

HANDMAIDEN: But they’re already here, my lord.

WALDER looks around the hall. The handmaiden points to the pie.

HANDMAIDEN: Here, my lord.

WALDER pulls back the top layer of the pie. A finger protrudes from the center of the slice.

WALDER breathes heavily.

WALDER: What…

The handmaiden reaches up to her face and pulls it away, revealing her true identity is ARYA.

My name is Arya Stark. I want you to know that. You killed my mother. You killed my brother. And the last thing you’re ever going to see is a Stark smiling down at you as you die. -Arya Stark to Walder Frey before she slits his throat open with a table knife

Arya’s list

Joffrey Baratheon - Dead former king and all around asshat. Cersei Lannister - Mother of Joffrey and overall manipulative bitch. Walder Frey - Betrayer of Robb and orchestrated the murder of Robb & Catelyn. Meryn Trant - Member of the Kingsguard whom Arya blames for the death of Syrio Forel Tywin Lannister - Head of house Lannister, father of Cersei and Jaime. Mellisandre (the Red Woman) - Stannis’ influential cohort, wanted to kill Gendry for blood magic. Beric Dondarrion - Leader of the Brotherhood Without Banners, sold Gendry out to Mellisandre. Thoros of Myr - Member of the Brotherhood Without Banners, sold Gendry out to Mellisandre. Ilyn Payne - Executioner (“King’s Justice”) who beheaded Ned Stark. Gregor Clegane (The Mountain) - Knight who works for house Lannister. Sandor Clegane (The Hound)

This is most likely a incomplete list. As long as she lives, until old as Old Nan, the old gods be willing, the list will undoubtedly grow. Each person who has done her wrong being scratched off one by one, either meeting their fate at her hand or winding up dead by another before she can get to them. Karma in human form, personified in the disguise of small girl with many faces and lethal skills, who does not bat an eye lash when given opportunity to achieve deadly justice and balance the scales by avenging the harm done to anyone she loved. She might appear a psychopathic killer to those who don’t know her history or her heart, but she’s not. She is deadly if you have seriously crossed her family or friends but her moral compass is true and right and points north with precise accuracy always. A young woman now, who has seen and felt personally the evil that exists in the world. Shining, quick and razor sharp as Needle, given to her as a wee girl. From a brother who could see into her and know her hearts desire. A gift of love that would both protect her while torn and seperated from her kin and later be the instrument of laying low her family’s enemies and avenging their murders. A survivor, a shadow and assassin, a keeper of lists. A manifestation and living extention of the old god’s arm in action always loyal to the north. A orphan and sister slowly finding her way home. A girl with a name, Arya and the noble surname Stark.

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[a crow lands in the window] Old Nan: Don’t listen to it. Crows are all liars. I know a story about a crow. Bran Stark: I hate your stories. Old Nan: I know a story about a boy who hated stories. I could tell you about Ser Duncan The Tall, those were always your favorites. Bran Stark: Those weren’t my favorites. My favorites were the scary ones. Old Nan: Oh my sweet summer child, what do you know about fear? Fear is for the winter, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides for years and children are born and live and die, all in darkness. That is the time for fear, my little lord, when the white walkers move through the woods. Thousands of years ago there came a night that lasted a generation. Kings froze to death in their castles, same as the shepherds in their huts. And women smothered their babies rather than see them starve, and wept and felt the tears freeze on their cheeks. So is this the sort of story you like? [Bran nods] Old Nan: In that darkness, the white walkers came for the first time. They swept through cities and kingdoms, riding their dead horses, hunting with their packs of pale spiders big as hounds…

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“And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us little truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray us later in deepest consequence.

Away and mark the time. False face must hide what false heart doth know.”

Shakespeare’s Macbeth

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From slave to madly in love