Prologue

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With Needle in hand, and Nymeria and her wolf pack surrounding her in the Godswood, Arya watched as her little brother came back into the present. The whites in his eyes reverting back to normal as he finished warging.

He looked at her with tired eyes and said, "They are close."

Arya tightened her grip on her sword at Bran's words.

Fear cuts deeper than swords. She thought as she tried to squish the rising worry in her heart.

"Queen Daenerys and her dragons are dead. Our brother, Jon, disppeared." Bran continued to say, "I can no longer see him at all… while the unsullied army, the Dothraki, the wildlings, the Valemen and the Northmen are being overrun by the wights. Arya, by this point, there will be no army to defend Winterfell…We will soon lose our home..."

"I have to go out there." Arya said desperately to Brandon, straightening up. She could sense Nymeria and her pack becoming on edge. "I can't just stay here and wait for them to come here, Bran! I can't stay here without doing anything at all!"

"I'm sorry sister, that Jon left you with the task of protecting a cripple." Bran said apologetically.

Arya opened her mouth to protest that it wasn't what she meant at all. However, her brother interrupted her before she could speak again.

"I know you wanted to go out there." Bran stared at her in understanding. "I know you wanted to fight beside Jon, but I also knew you will remain here and follow Jon's orders too."

"Then what do you want me to do, Bran?" Arya asked, placing her hands on his shoulders. She stood before him while Bran sat in the wheeled-chair that the Maester had built. "Now, that you have seen that the Night's King is almost at our gates? Sansa is somewhere marshaling the rest of the men in Winterfell and assuring the women and children to stay strong. But what about us? Do we simply watch and do nothing?"

"No," Bran stated, regarding her with a grave look. "My time for watching in the distance is over… Now, it's time to do do what must be done."

"What do you intend to do?" She asked, searching her brother's eyes. "How are we going to stop the Night's King from descending upon us?"

"Arya, listen." Bran said, reaching out to grip her wrists and met her gaze. "You are here with me for a reason. You are here because I have foreseen it happened… because your role is important for what I am about to do."

"What? What is it?" She asked in mounting curiosity and mild irritation at Bran's cryptic words. She always misliked it when Bran spoke to her in that way ever since he had become the three-eyed-raven.

"Do you recall what happened to Hodor?"

"Yes, of course." She replied, remembering the explanation Bran had told her about what had occurred with Hodor. Bran had been gazing into the past when he had used Walder to warg into the future Hodor to save him and Meera from the army of wights.

Arya's eyes widened when she realized where Bran was heading with this conversation.

Was Bran going to do the same thing to her?

"No, Arya. You're not going to end up like Hodor." Bran said hurriedly upon seeing her reaction. "I have seen it. Your mind will not be destroyed when I do it because you are a warg Arya. Same as me…but stronger."

Arya frowned doubtfully.

"What happened to Hodor was a mistake." Bran stated. "It was my first attempt at influencing another person with my warging abilities, but I have learned from that. What I did with Hodor before was forced him out of his past mind and transfer him into the future him. It wasn't an easy process because Hodor wasn't a warg at all. But with you Arya, it will be different. You will be successful. With your warging ability, I can guide you into warging into someone in the past."

"Someone in the past?" Arya wondered out loud. "So you plan to help me warg into someone that is not me?"

"Yes," Bran answered, letting out a weary sigh. "Because I plan to send you further back before you were ever born. To a time where you can help the Seven Kingdoms prepare for the Great War to come."

"That far?" She asked in surprised, "And is it even possible to warg into someone else?"

"Of course, it's possible, like it's possible for us to warg into animals." Bran gazed at her pointedly. "However, warging into a human will be difficult. It is for this reason that you may require to warg into someone from the Stark line because they may be suitable for you if the person is from the same bloodline, and who has the same warging ability as you and I have. But most importantly, you must warg into the mind of an infant, which will be the best choice for an infant's mind is still fragile and can be easily controlled."

Bran explained everything this to her with an air of nonchalance. It would have made others shudder at the thought of destroying the mind of a growing infant, but Arya no longer have any conscience, especially now when her family, her home, and the world was at stake.

If this was what Bran wanted her to do to save what was left of her family and home, then Arya was going to do it.

"Who do you intend for me to warg into?" Arya said warily, her eyes narrowing.

"Do you trust me?" Bran asked instead.

"Of course," she said simply.

"Then, take my hand."

Arya did so.

"We are running out of time."

Those were the last words Arya heard from her brother before Bran used his power as a greenseer to catapult her into the past and then pushed her into the mind of a babe.

The babe whose name was Lyanna Stark.

Author's Note: I know another story. I couldn't help it. The idea just struck me and I couldn't resist writing this one. I have already written the outline of the story, but I have to warn you that Arya will be killing a lot of people in this story ahaha…Please don't hesitate to tell me what you think!