So hey, everyone! This is my first fanfic, so please don't take it too seriously. But, please review! Anyway, so the story follows Arya's POV and maybe a few other people's POVs depending where she is and who she's with. Set after episode 10 of season 6. Arya is 17 in this. I do not own Game of Thrones. Enjoy!

Arya

She opened her eyes to a grey sky, with black clouds. She felt the wind blow in her now long dark hair. She propped herself up on one elbow on the forest ground, staring at the fire which had gone out. Smoke went into her eyes, making them watery. She wiped the tears with the back of her hand, and stood up. The wind was going stronger. Storm coming, she thought. She stared at the moss on the trees. South, I will go south. The past few days have been spent wondering which direction she should head to. North would lead to Winterfell but now it is in ruins and she was pretty sure that none of her family were there. But further on North was the Wall, that was where Jon was. Her desire, when she had left King's Landing, was to reunite with her brother. Her desire, when she had met the captain, was to go to the Wall. But instead, she had to go to Braavos, because the ship wasn't heading to the Wall. Yoren, years ago, had promised to take her to Winterfell, only to have been killed by the Lannister knights. Beric Dondarrion, years ago, had swore he'd take her to Riverrun. But he had betrayed her. Arya felt anger whenever she thought of him. The Hound, years ago, had promised he'd take her the Twins, only to have found her brother and mother killed. And then the Eyrie, where her aunt was, only to have died before she had managed to find her. If she went north, she wouldn't be able to take Cersei and the Mountain off her list, for her family probably wouldn't let her. So she decided to go South. She marched along the kingsroad, avoiding travellers and knights. She marched until the sky started rumbling, and until the rain was soaking through her clothes. She shivered with cold as she headed on. Finally, she decided to find an inn to sleep in for the night. She summoned a traveller, a old man with barely any clothes on. You will die very soon, she thought as she approached him.
''Escuse me, do you know if there is a nearby inn?'' She asked him.
''Yes, one a few miles away.'' he croaked out at her.
''Thank you.'' she said and she pulled out Needle. The old man's eyes widened as she plunged the blade in his heart. He fell to the ground. Dead. She leaned over him and whispered:

''You will thank me later for not letting you die slowly.''

And she moved on.

The thunder wasn't calming down. She ran to the door and knocked with a shaking hand. It opened. A man stood in view. He looked familiar. His round belly gave him away. His eyes lit up as he saw her.
''Hot Pie.'' she whispered.

So that was it. Next chapter will be up soon. Review!