The second sequence of the Halloween special kicks up, this time we travel to Westeros a land of intrigue mystery and a lots of mayors characters getting killed, will Sansa Stark trade her Humanity for a some Revenge?



NIGHT OF THE DIREWOLF

CHAPTER 1

How low House Start had fallen. Once the mighty regents of The North, most now lay dead as victims of tragedy. Their honor and integrity rewarded with treason. Sansa pondered all that had happened to her house. In part she felt guilty of cowardice. By the gods! Even her direwolf, Lady, an mere animal had more pride and courage than she. As for Sansa, if she did have the courage, she still did not possess the strength or skills to even think of plotting revenge. Outclassed in the so-called "Game", nothing more than a bunch of inbred backstabbing each other at its most basic aspect. And for what? More wealth, more lands? All while people with true honor and integrity such as her father died for simply doing the right thing. Why did the gods allow such things? Why did they allow such horrible people to scheme and kill and be ignored by righteous retribution? She'd heard the rumors of the Red Witch and how she could call forth monsters to slay her enemies. Why did the witch's god answer her prayers, but not those of The North?

The window of her room opened suddenly, pushed by the cold wind, with snowflakes already drifting into her chambers. Sansa moved to close them when she heard something. A mere whisper.

"The North never forgets."

There was a presence behind her, nascent but noticeable, she heard the whisper speak a second time.

"The gods demand justice; oaths have been broken. Will you be the one to deliver retribution?"

Sansa was frozen and not from the chill in the winter air. But because her prayers had in fact been heard. But what they asked of her, Sansa could not achieve.

"I lack the strength, and know only the desire of revenge against those that wronged us. I want them to regret everything they ever did to my family!"

Silence for a moment and then a whisper.

"That can be arranged. The Direwolf fears not the Lion nor the Rose, not even the Dragon. The Direwolf will give your rage form. You will strike swiftly. No castle wall or court intrigue will protect them. What say you, child?" Whereas the voice had been a soothing whisper when it first spoke, it now dripped with an air of menace. Sansa gulped, gathered all the courage she could muster, and gave a firm nod.........


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