Summary: When her eyes open, she knows she is no longer residing in the world of Sansa Stark. or, Sansa Stark gets reborn into the world of One Piece and the song changes itself forever. Nothing is quite the same again.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the ideas bouncing inside my head.

Rise Anew

(an interlude of a song)

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I. BEGINNING

Death comes to her, swift and hard.

The sensation of dying shouldn't be this painful-to the point of being numb, and her body's slowly feeling cold, but it's a different kind of cold, so unlike the chill in Winterfell, where it seeps into one's bones and makes a person one with the ice, makes one accustomed to the cold of the land. No, no, this cold feels different.

I'm dying, she thinks through the pain. I'm going to see Father and Mother soon. And Brother. Robb.

Someone is talking to her, speaking to her in low hush tones, gradually turning into loud cries, and she turns her head to look, but she can't quite see who it is, but the way she's being held, she's inclined to believe it's Jon. Jon, her brother in all but blood mother; sweet, sweet, gentle Jon. He's murmuring things to her. It's only when he opens his mouth and no sound comes out that she realizes she's become deaf.

Dying doesn't make one lose ability to hear. No, no…this is death's final gift. The peace of silence. She cries.

She wants to tell Jon to find the dragon queen, and she wants to tell him that she trusts him enough to find Arya and keep her safe from harm, but then she loses all ability to speak and her cries dissolve into thin air.

And then the darkness welcomes her with open arms.

Goodbye.

When she's born into the world for a second time, she knows she's lost something important to her.

It's me, she understands. I've lost being Sansa Stark.

No, no, no-she will not let anything-or anyone-claim her identity. Not again.

I am Sansa Stark of Winterfell, she thinks. Daughter of the North.

Trueborn daughter of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. Second child of the Starks.

I am a Stark. Oldest house in all of Westeros. Kings in the North, Kings of Winter for thousands of years. The bloodline of kings, her father (bless his soul) would've said. The blood of the First Men runs through my veins, the blood of wolves, ice and snow and everything cold and hard.

The North Remembers.

And I will never forget.

She is reborn as Jeyne Hyacinthe.

How ironic.

A/N: I honestly have no idea, guys.

I just spontaneously whipped this out in a short span of time. This is sort-of my excuse to write about my two current obsessions. I should probably update my other stories (please forgive me and don't throw me to the wolves).

Also, Sansa is a BMAF. She has always been one of my favourite characters in Game of Thrones, and will probably continue to be. Yeah, Sansa's awesome.

I have some couple of ideas on how to continue this story, but I'd appreciate it greatly if you shared what you think should happen from this point on.

Lastly, thanks for reading!