by VesVes » Wed Jul 16, 2014 12:59 pm
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Arya stared at the piece of paper in her hand. "'Time stops for no one, yet it stops for you,'" she read softly for the second time, as so not to wake the Hound, who was sleeping beside her. She'd recently found this paper of the ground next to her feet, and upon reading it the first time, she had instantly stolen the Hound's sword. The message sounded too much like a death threat, so she was on guard, sword at the ready, occasionally glancing at the Hound to see if he tried anything. She still didn't quite trust him.
Yet nothing came. So she looked back at the letter, and upon looking up again, she unwittingly let out a sharp gasp. She was alone. "Hound?" she called out anxiously, not knowing the man's real name. But even as the word left her lips, Arya noticed something. This was not the forest she was in. Heck, it didn't even look like Westeros.
Arya crumbled up the letter in her hand and held the stolen sword aloft. Something was up, and Arya was prepared to deal with whatever was behind this.