Running Through The Woods - Sandor Clegane

Chapter 12

Where the fuck are we going?

It felt like days that we were traveling with bags over our heads. I did not recognize the voices, but it was men for sure. Sandor and I traveled in a carriage. He was next to me, I felt his presence and his voice was loud in my ear as he complained about everything.

The carriage stopped and we were pulled out. Sandor cursed as his head hit the carriage door, I smiled underneath the brown bag.

"It is you, girl!" Sandor growled.

Is he able to see? What about me?

"Are you talking to Arry?" An unknown voice asked. Sandor laughed. "Arry? That girl is Arya fucking Stark." Really? I pushed forward trying to get the bag to fall off, my arms were tied behind my back.

"Take this fucking bag off of me you cunts!" I yelled. Sunshine shined in my eyes. It took a while for my eyes to adjust but as soon as they did I saw we were at an inn. Arya, a tall dark-haired boy and a chubby one stood in front with older men surrounding us. "Arya!"

"Y/n!" Arya ran to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. She let me go as if she remembered Sandor next to me. "Why are you with him and not with Sansa?"

Sighing, I looked down ashamed. She would not understand if I told her. Before I could answer a man named Thoros of Myr interrupted us and said they are taking us to the Brotherhood's secret location.

"Aren't you coming with Hot Pie?" Arya asked the chubby boy. Hot Pie explained that he was to stay at the inn and work as one of their cooks and handed her something wrapped in cloth. Before I could see what it was, the bag was flung over my head, and I was pushed inside the carriage.

The whole ride Sandor was complaining about his head aching and insulting the Brotherhood without Banners. I could not take it anymore and snapped, "Clegane, if you do not shut it right now I will fucking strangle you with the bag!"

It went silent until we stopped. Our bags were lifted again and we were in a cave. Someone walked in, a man I saw before but could not recognize at the moment. But Sandor did.

"It can not be." He whispered next to me as he watched the man walk towards Thoros. "Beric Dondarrion."

"It is great to see you again Beric," Thoros said hugging Beric. "You too, Thoros."

He was at the Hand of the King's tournament as one of the contestants, and I heard that he was wounded by Gregor at Mummer's Ford and died.

"I am surprised to see you have captured the Hound," Beric stared at Sandor, walking towards us, and I struggled against the rope restraints. "And you must be Y/n Rofle."

"Who the fuck wants to know?" I growled.

"It is true what they say. You are the female version of the Hound." He chuckled, but I did not find that at all funny. How dare he say I am the same as that awful, loud snoring motherfucker that does not want to fuck me anymore, cock sucking-

"How fucking dare you compare me to him!" I snarled, feeling Sandor's glare on the side of my face, but not giving a fuck to that cock.

"I am not comparing you, I am just confirming the things I hear."

"How are you alive? The Mountain killed you." Sandor asked.

Beric revealed he has converted to the religion of the Lord of Light. I and Sandor scoffed at the same time. He can not be serious? "You must be joking."

"You both are nonbelievers because you have not witnessed the power of the Lord of Light for yourselves." Thoros of Myr called out. Of course, the priest will try to force us about his beliefs and other horse shit. They interrogate us as their prisoners.