.

Arya Stark lay there stunned. She didn't know what exactly happened prior to her arrival there, but she dimly recalled fighting against a wight beside her direwolf Nymeria in the Great War. And she certainly recalled falling towards the ground with a sword buried in her chest, so why was she there? Why was Arya floating in the black pool of water in the House of Black and White?

She was certain she had died.

Yet she wasn't.

She was alive and uninjured with her clothes currently soaked with poison.

"Dark heart," said a disembodied voice from somewhere. The sound of it was so sudden that Arya sat upright from the water, her eyes darting this way and that in search of the voice. Yet could not find anyone but the stone statues of different Gods of Death surrounding her.

"Do not be afraid, Arya Stark. I am not your enemy," assured the voice.

"Then, who are you?" Arya asked as she hauled herself to her feet. Water dripping down her clothes. "And why am I here?"

"You know who I am, dear one, for you have serve me for many years since you were brought to my House from across the Sea."

"Jaqen H'ghar?" Arya inquired uncertainly. "Is that you?"

She heard the sound of laughter and Arya instantly shivered for how cold and cruel the laughter was. It echoed around the cavernous temple within the House of Black and White.

"Sadly, I am not him." The voice said, "But perhaps a reminder is in order. Tell me, child, how many Gods do you think exist in this world?"

"There is only one God." Arya replied automatically, "And his name is Death."

"And what do you say to Death?"

"Not today."

"Yes, not today, as you soon realized when I have brought you back to this time and place. You are alive when you are supposed to be dead. Do you want to know why I spared you, dear child?"

Arya realized who she was talking to, and when she finally did, there was a shiver of fear that raced up her spine when she answered: "Yes."

"Because I love how bloodthirsty you are, Arya Stark, and how your bloodlust had serve me well in the years before the Great War. For this reason, I am willing to let you live again in this time, but in one condition…"

"What do you mean by in this time?" Arya brave the question as she faced this unknown entity. "And on what condition?"

"I will let you live again as long as you are able to kill the people in the list that I will give you. If you accomplish this task, then you will be able to live in this time if you desire it."

"And what time is this?" Arya inquired in confusion.

"It is the time during the reign of King Aery's the Mad King." The voice answered, sounding amuse.

Arya inwardly cursed.

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