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  Third Person POV

  Winterfell, 292 Ae days before.

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  After Jon Snow's departure, Arya felt an immense void in her heart as she fled from her brother whom she would not see for the ing years. Moving away from Jon, she sretted it, she shouldn't have said goodbye to her beloved brother like that, but it was too te, he had already left.

  "Sorry brother... I shouldn't have dohat..." She started to cry when she realized he was no longer in Winterfell.

  She ehe broken tower and sat in a er to cry, her heart heavy with regret and sadness. The days passed and she tio flee to cry alone, until she began to take refuge in the sacred grove.

  She looked at the tree as soon as she entered and approached, she cried again alone in that pce, at a certain moment, she stared at the tree, remembering that the old gods had given all of Jon's powers acc to him.

  Arya, with tears in her eyes and her heart still heavy from fleeing Jon's farewell instead of embrag him o time, k before the weirwood. Her eyes fixed on the red eyes carved into the tree with its sculpted face, feeling as if they were watg her, uanding her pain and hope.

  "Please," she whispered, her words mixing with the wind that danced among the branches. "The same gods who blessed Jon, who gave him strength and a grainy, hear my plea. I want to go with my brother. I want to be by his side in the Arctic, to learn and grow strong like him."

  Arya spoke with fervent siy, pleading to the a gods - those who withe oaths and struggles of tless Starks before her. She cmored for a ce, for a sign, for anything that could take her close to Jon, away from the straints and expectations she always felt in Winterfell.

  As tears ran freely down her face, Arya felt a strange sense of calm. It was as if the gods were listening, as if the tree in front of her shared her pain aermination.

  "A gods," she whispered again with a trembling voice, "hear my plea, I ask for your help to follow him. I want to be with him, learn from him, and bee strong like him. Please, show me a way to the Arctic, to be by Jon's side."

  'Child... take a horse from the stables at the first star in the sky.' Arya opened her eyes as soon as she heard a distorted voice.

  Arya did exactly that, she told her father that she would not go to the hall, as she was not feeling well, her father nodded and uood, sihe girl had been depressed tely, she looked out the window as the night covered the sky and was surprised that there were no stars in the sky. Then a star shone in the dark sky, feeling that this was the sign, Arya took the bag she had prepared with food and supplies ahe room, she had the strange sensation of not entering any guards, as if the path en for her.

  She left the castle ao the stables, there was a horse for her and she still had the sensation of not entering any guards, leaving even through the main gate and riding north all night long.

  In the following days, she went north day after day, stopping only to eat what she brought and sleep in pces she found on the road, she was sure she would soon find Jon, one night, a storm in the middle of summer appeared, and Arya found herself in the midst of it, ued and brutal. The previously clear sky quickly darkened with heavy clouds, and snow began to fall in thid fast fkes. The wind howled among the trees, causing the brao shake violently ao lose all visibility of what was in front of her.

  The horse that apanied her, frightened by the fury of the storm, ended up breaking free and fleeing, leaving Arya alone in the vastness of the forest. Not knowily where to go and with everything painted with snow and darkness, she sought refuge in a rge hollow trunk of a fallen tree - an improvised shelter against the biting wind arating cold.

  Trembling, with stiff and icy fingers, Arya took some of the things she brought from Winterfell and tried to light a fire to warm herself. Using the little wood irunk she mao gather and with the help of a metal and bde she carried, she focused all her energy on lighting the fire. After several failed attempts, a small fme finally emerged, bringing some immediate relief against the cold that seemed to freeze her bones.

  "Jon."

  As she tried to warm up by the fire, Arya thought of Jon. Her brother was somewhere beyond the storm. She murmured his name, a silent prayer that he would reach her like a foolish dream, somehow he could find her, because she khe way she was, she might not end well.

  Lost, alone, and scared, Arya g to the image of Jon in her mind, using it as a bea to keep her strong as she trembled with the wind outside the trunk, even with the small fire, she felt her nose ging color.

  At the height of the storm, a shadoroaches in the middle of the darkness, and a rge form makes Arya recoil in fear of it so suddenly, but when the shadoroaches, fear turns into joy, as it was Jon riding his giant wolf, Ghost, advang against the cutting winds and the dense snow. The voice calling him, subtle and persistent, guided him to where Arya was hiding.

  When Jon found Arya, she was huddled ihat hollow trunk, shivering with cold, her eyes wide and frightened refleg the faint light of the fire struggling against the wind. Seeihere, so vulnerable and alone, Jo a mix of surprise, relief, and worry. Quickly, he dismounted from Ghost and ran to embrace her, transferring his warmth to her in a brotherly and protective gesture.

  "Jon..." Arya murmured, her voice weak but filled with relief upon seeing her brother.

  "It's all right now, Arya. I'm here," Jon assured, while ing her in his thick coat and helpio stand up. He carefully pced her on Ghost, making sure she was safe and fortable against the cold and icy wind.

  Arya, still shaken and exhausted, snuggled against Jon, seeking refuge in his presence. Jon, in turn, mounted Ghost, holding Arya firmly with one arm while guiding the wolf back to the camp up north from there.

  Ghost, with his agility and strength, made his way back through the storm, his bright eyes cutting through the darkness and snow the same way he arrived. Jon, focused, kept Arya protected against the cold using his magic to warm her in his arms before hypothermia, his for his sister's well-being overriding everything else.

  Upon reag the camp, Jon quickly dismounted and carried Arya, quickly crossing the camp to his tent, fag the fury of the storm. Ihe tent, Jon carefully pced Arya on a bed of furs and bs, ensuring she was fortable and safe while he ed her with a towel. Arya felt safe and protected while still having some remnants of freezing in her body.

  "What are you doing here Arya? How did you end up here alone?" Jon spoke with a tone more worried than angry.

  "I-I came to find you..." She said with a bit of difficulty while trying to warm up and Jon passing a towel through her hair gently.

  "You shouldn't have e, Arya. It was dangerous," Jon said softly, but without reproach.

  "I just wao be with you," Arya replied, her voice still trembling a little.

  Jon nodded, uanding her feeling. "You're with me now. We'll take care of you," he said to first see her health situation before anything else.

  Quickly, Jon used his magical ability to warm a drink, preparing something hot to help Arya recover from the intense cold. He hahe drink to her, watg as she drank slowly, the warmth gradually returning to her pale cheeks.

  Once Arya began to feel a little better, Jon couldn't tain his worry and frustration. "Arya, why did you do this? Why did you e so far from Winterfell alone? You're just a child, you could have gotten lost, or worse, if I hadn't found you, how do you think this should have ended?" he said, his voice mixing and reprimand now.

  Arya, still rec, looked at Jon with wide eyes. "I didn't want to stay in Winterfell... I wao see the Arctic, I wao see your world, to be by your side," she expined, her voice still weak but firm in her determination.

  Jon sighed, running his hand through his hair in a gesture of exasperation. He khat scolding Arya wouldn't ge what had already happened, but he couldn't help feeling responsible for her. "Arya, you don't uand the dahat exist out here. This storm... it's just one of many things that could have gone wrong," he said, looking at her seriously.

  "I know... but I had to try, Jon. I feel so trapped in Winterfell. With you, I feel I be more than just a dy," Arya fessed, her eyes shining with a mix of adventure and a desire for freedom.

  Jon looked at Arya, seeing ihe same indomitable spirit he himself possessed. The boy sighed, he had to be delicate at this moment. "Arya," he began in a calm voice, "I uand that you want to be with me, and I am fttered by that. But taking you to the Arctic... that's not a decision I make alone. You are a Stark of Winterfell, and your family would worry."

  Arya, with tears in her eyes, pleaded fervently. "Please, Jon, I o go with you. Winterfell... I feel so alohere without you. The old gods helped me escape, I asked for their help and heard a voi the weirwood! They are the ones who helped me leave Winterfell, they must wao go with you. I will do anything, learn to fight, to hunt, study, and even be a dy, but please, don't make me go back."

  Jo a pain in his heart seeing his sister so distressed. He pondered for a moment, aware of the weight of his decision. "Arya, the Arctic is not an easy pce. It's wild and dangerous, very different from Winterfell. You will have to be strong, more than ever. And our father... your parents... They will be worried."

  "I know, Jon, but I be strong! I want to learn, I want to be useful. And as for mother and father... they have Bran and Ri. I'm just a girl, and they always have Sansa and Robb," Arya spoke, impl Jon to take her.

  Jon took a deep breath, realizing the unwavering vi in his sister and if the gods helped her, she might have a p the Arctic. "Alright, Arya," he finally said, "but it will be on my terms. You will learn and work like anyone else in the Arctiot less than anyone. And we have to write to father expining your situation."

  Arya nodded frantically, a smile of relief and happiness f on her face. "Yes, Jon, I promise, I will do whatever it takes. Thank you!"

  "I know father might hate me for this, but I'm doing this for you," Jon admitted. He knew Arya was different from Sansa; she would never to the traditional dy role that Catelyn wished for her. Arya had always been wild, indepe, and full of an adventurous spirit that didn't fit the ventions of the southern dy model.

  "You'll never be like Sansa, will you, Arya?" Jon said, more to himself than to her. "And maybe that's good. In the Arctic, you be who you really are, free from the expectations of being just a dy or a pie political games."

  Johat, in the Arctic, Arya would have the opportunity to develop in a way that Winterfell never would allow. There, she could learn to be indepe, to fight, and to survive on her own. She could bee a strong and capable woman, master of her owiny.

  "In the Arctic, you will learn to be more than just a 'dy', but you won't be exempt from the tougher studies you were learning from Maester Luwin, you hear? You will learn to be a warrior, but also learn to be a dy and be impeccable at it, remember these are my terms," Jon said and tinued speaking.

  "Are you ready for this, Arya?" Jon asked, looking into her eyes. "Ready to learn and grow in ways you never imagined, even though I'll still make you a dy?"

  Arya, with a glint of determination in her eyes, nodded firmly since even though she hated the idea of being a dy, she would be with her brardless. "Yes, Jon. I'm ready."

  "Little she-wolf, you'll stay with me now. But promise me you won't do something like this again without thinking about the sequences," Jon said, extending his hand to hold hers.

  Arya nodded, a shy smile appearing on her lips. "I promise, Jon. And thank you for lettiay."

  Jon then looked at her and asked, seeiill someoor dition. "What did you eat during your journey, Arya?"

  Arya hesitated for a moment before answering. "I took some provisions before I left, but they ran out yesterday. I... I haveen anything sihen," she fessed, a bit embarrassed by her ck of preparation.

  Jo a pang in his heart upon hearing this. "You shouldn't have gohrough that," he said, getting up quickly. He went to a er of the tent where he kept some supplies and picked up some food - bread, cheese, and a bit of dried meat.

  Returning to Arya's side, Johe food before her. "Here, eat. You ain your strength," he instructed, watg as Arya began to eat, first hesitantly, but then with more enthusiasm.

  Arya ate in silence, her face gaining a bit more color with each bite. Jon watched, relieved to see her eating.

  Jon carefully pohe situation, knowing that taking Arya to the Arctic would have its plications, especially regarding how to expin his decision to Lord Stark. However, the mysterious storm that surprised them could be an opportunity to devise a pusible pn.

  "This storm... it's strangely opportune," Jon murmured, f a pn in his mind. "Maybe it's the work of the gods like what happened with Seryna. If it tinues like this, it will be impossible for my father to send a search team, especially with the unfavorable weather ditions."

  He khat the storm would also hinder unication with Winterfell, limiting his father's ability to send messenger ravens. Jon could use this to his advantage, maniputing the ravens to ehat no unwanted message reached any lord of the region they were passing through, at least to dey the discovery of Arya's escape.

  That night, Jo Arya rest fortably in his bed while he settled in a spare bed he had in his tent. Ghost, Jon's faithful giant wolf, y down beside Arya, her warmth and security. Jon couldn't help but smile at the se, teasing the wolf: "Traitor, switg sides so easily, huh?"

  Arya, even exhausted from the journey and the experience of being lost iorm, still showed a childlike enthusiasm. "Jon, I also have a giant wolf in the Arctic like Uncle Benjen??" she asked with eyes bright with expectation while hugging Ghost.

  Jon looked at her with a fond expression and pohe question for a moment. "Well, Arya, giant wolves are creatures that naturally bond well with the Starks. But they're not something you just 'have'. They choose their panions, and it happens in a very special way. But I believe that soon you'll have your own."

  "So... I just wait and see if a giant wolf chooses me?" Arya asked, a bit disappointed but still full of hope.

  "Exactly if it's an adult, pups are easier to bond with, like what happened with Uncle Benjen." Jon firmed with a smile. "And who knows? The Arctic is a pce full of surprises. Anything is possible there."

  "That would be so cool!" She couldn't help but excim with a bit more hope.

  "You know, Arya," Jon began, refleg aloud, "I was thinking about leaving some giant wolf pups in Winterfell for our father and Bran. Maybe even for Robb." He paused, p his words. "But I still don't fully trust Catelyn. I'm not sure how she would react or treat a wolf."

  Arya, listening attentively, nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think Bran and even Robb would love to have a giant wolf. And our father too. But you're right about mother..."

  Jon nodded. "Anyway, let's rest, little she-wolf. Starting tomorrow, we'll resume our journey north, so rest well." Jon advised ao sleep, and Arya did the same o Ghost.

  The following day, after the storm had passed, the camp began to stir with preparations for the tinuation of the jourhe sun shone again in the sky, bringing relief after the tumultuous and iight. Jon and his men, effit and aced to the climate's adversities, dismahe tents and prepared the horses and wagons for departure.

  The ued presence of Arya among them caused surprise among the dwarves. They watched her with curiosity, whispering among themselves about the young Stark who had suddenly appeared in their midst.

  "Look, it's the little sister of our king!" excimed one of the dwarves, a broad smile on his face as he approached Arya.

  "Hello, little Miss Stark," greeted another dwarf, making an exaggerated bow, which made Arya smile.

  "Hi," Arya responded, a bit shy but clearly delighted with the attention she received. Arya expined why she was there, and everyone was quite surprised.

  "You're as brave as your brother, venturing out in a storm to find us," ented a third dwarf, ughing.

  Arya, gaining fidence, replied: "I just wao be with Jon ahe Arctid maybe have my own giant wolf!"

  The dwarves ughed with joy and admiration. "You'll do well in the Arctic, little girl. We dwarves know ce when we see it," said one of them, giving her a light pat on the back.

  Jon, Arya's iion with the dwarves, felt a mix of worry and pride. He khe journey for Arya would be challenging as they were headi beyond the Wall, which was unexplored, but he also saw ihe same determination and adventurous spirit he himself possessed. He approached, ready to lead the group on their tinued journey north.

  "Everyone ready?" Jon asked, looking around at his men and Arya.

  "Ready, Jon Snow!" respohe dwarves, men, and giants, with Arya nodding affirmatively.

  With a signal from Jon, the caravan of Artis, now with the addition of Arya Stark, departed from that point, heading towards the unknown and fasatiination that was the Arctic for Arya.

  The journey northward tinued with Arya Stark riding a horse o Jon, who rode majestically on Ghost. The young Stark was full of enthusiasm and curiosity, b Jon with an incessant stream of questions about his kingdom and its possibilities.

  "Jon, in the Arcti I have more than two giant wolves? I want one as big as Ghost!" Arya asked, her eyes shining with the idea.

  Jon, surprised by the question, ughed. "Well, Arya, one giant wolf is already a big responsibility, but who knows? We'll see whe there."

  " I learn archery there? And feng? I want to be as good as you!" Arya tinued, barely giving Jon time to respond.

  Jon looked at her, slightly lost amid the flurry of questions. "Of course, you learn all that. The Arctic has many skilled masters now, but you have to study other things too."

  "And I explore the forests? And climb mountains? And..." Arya tinued, each question followed by another, quicker and more excited.

  Jon just smiled, watg his sister's energy and passion. "Arya, in the Arctic, you'll have the freedom to learn and explore everything you want. Just be careful, and obey everything I asked you to do there."

  After several days of travel, Jon and Arya, apanied by Ghost and Jon's group, discreetly crossed the region of the Umbers, one of the great houses of the North, without drawing attention. Jon's ability to move silently and avoid dete was crucial at this stage of the journey, especially since he was with Arya, and this could be bad for him. Arya, although still young, proved equally capable of staying discreet and following Jon's instrus.

  As they approached the Gift, the area of nd doo the Night's Watch by Queen Alysaargaryen, the ndscape began to ge. The vegetation became scarcer and the climate colder, heralding the proximity of the Wall.

  Arya, fasated by the ge in the ndscape and the proximity of su iic pce as the Wall, tio ask Jon incessant questions, which he patiently answered, expining the importance of the Night's Watd the role of the Wall in proteg the Seven Kingdoms over thousands of years. After a few days, the Wall finally appeared on the horizon.

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