A/N: This is a whole different idea of what is to happen in Game of Thrones. I'm going off the series and not the books. And even though I am up to date with the show, I want things to be a little different. I don't own anyone. And I may take concepts from other stories, but it's not a crossover. I did not butcher Emily Dickenson's poem, just used it as I needed. Thanks to her amazing writing.

Chapter 1

Bran Stark traveled with Hodor, Jojen and Meera. It was a good day, weather wise and hunting wise. Meera had caught them each a rabbit and they were enjoying a bit of sunlight as they roasted them. They had a stunning view of a waterfall that they planned on heading to for a quick wash after lunch. But they and their fire were well hidden from any travelers on the cliff. By the time the rabbits were cooked, they heard a commotion coming from above the waterfall. They peaked around their hiding spot and saw that a few men were attempting to cross the river far on the cliff. As they watched they realized that the men were not trying to cross, but merely went to the cliff to throw someone over the edge.

It was girl not much older than most of them. She screamed and pleaded to them but they easily carried her and simply tossed her. As she fell along the waterfall, it appeared as if she'd been stabbed in the back and was bleeding out. The men laughed and left quickly.

Brand watched as she hit the water and disappear. Jojen was on his feet then and raced to the water. Meera ran after him, trying to convince him to leave it alone. But Jojen jumped into the water and swam deep to find the girl. The water around her was red from blood and her face was twisted in agony. Jojen grabbed her and pulled her to the surface. They took deep breaths and he pulled her to the shore, where Meera was watching.

They pulled the girl onto the snow and she coughed, cried and screamed. Blood still running down her back and tinting her long blonde hair.

"Let us help you." Meera said. The girl's hair hid her face, as she started calming down.

"I'm Jojen Reed." He introduced himself. She screamed again and continued crying. Meera pulled the girl's hair out of the way, to inspect the wounds and found strange lumps between her shoulder blades that bled at their ends. She gently touched it and they moved as if they were muscles of their own kind. She yelped and moved away from Meera's touch. She finally lifted her head and looked at the new people.

Jojen jumped when he saw that her eyes were violet.

"You'll freeze to death." She said to Jojen.

"So will you." He said back.

"Not if she dies of blood loss first." Meera stated. The girl's face went pale.

"Let's patch you up." Jojen said as he reached for the rabbit cloak he'd taken off before jumping in the water.

"It already stopped bleeding." The girl said morbidly.

"What did they do to you?" Meera asked.

"They destroyed me." She whispered as she started shivering.

"Come on, we have an extra cloak and a fire, let's get you warmed up." Jojen said and helped her up.

As they walked over to the fire, Meera saw that the girl wasn't wearing anything warm. Her dress was thin and cut really low on her back. The dress had long sleeves but could not provide any warmth. They walked to their camp and Jojen grabbed the extra cloak but before he could throw it over her shoulders, she stepped away.

"No thank you."

"You'll freeze." Jojen tried again.

"No. No. Trust me. I'll be okay." She avoided the rabbit skins. "The fire will work just fine."

"You saved her!" Brandon exclaimed when he saw then. When the girl heard him speak, she looked up at him and stopped walking. She stared at him as if she knew him.

"Bran." She said.

"Who are you?" He clearly didn't recognize her. Meera was on instant alert and kept her knife close.

"I have many names. Right now I go by Aldara." She said. "You're Brandon Stark, that's Jojen Reed, Meera Reed, Summer, and Hodor." She pointed at everyone as she named them. "I know everything."

She fell to her knees next to the fire and started warming herself.

"You have the sight?" Jojen asked as he too started warming up.

She thought for a minute before answering. "I suppose so. I can do a lot more though." She took a deep breath. "I used to fly too."

"You flew off that cliff." Meera said without thinking. Aldara shot a glance at her.

"They cut off my wings. I was an angel."

"A what?" Meera asked.

Aldara stared at her for a minute, confused, and then looked at the other confused expressions.

"You've never heard of angels before?" she asked. "You know, in folklore? Where am I?" she thought for a second before answering her own question. "In the north."

"Bedtime stories?" Bran asked. "I only know the scary ones."

"How about the star named Hope? That's a northern story."

"Um." Bran tried to remember. "Yeah I remember something. A lullaby. Hope is the one with feathers who perches in your soul. She sing the song without words, that never stops at all."

She smiled. "That's the one. That's me."

"I've heard that." Jojen added. "Mom used to sing it to us."

"Did you see her coming here, Jojen?" Meera asked suddenly.

"You can't see hope." Aldara answered. They remained quiet while the two swimmers heated up.

"Hodor?" Hodor picked a cooked rabbit off the fire and motioned it towards Aldara.

"You want to eat something?" Bran asked, picking up on Hodor's message.

Hodor walked closer to Aldara and tried to hand her the stick but she jumped away quickly with a yelp.

Hodor complained and swayed unhappily. Aldara carefully avoided the dead rabbit and touched Hodor gently.

"I'm sorry Hodor. Thank you. But no thank you." Hodor calmed down instantly and walked back to his seat.

"Angels don't eat? You're the easiest companion to have in tough times." Meera stated.

"I don't eat meat." Aldara said. "Believe me, you don't want me touching it. Your cooked rabbits will be hopping around for you to catch again."