Howl to the Moon

Young One

Syrio Forel stood in front of Elena and Arya and the trio smiled at each other. They all held wooden swords and Arya felt very amateur.
"Now young wolf! You'll learn that to fight with a sword is like a waterdance, quick as a snake!" Syrio states and he points to Elena.
"You are rumoured to be amazing, let's dance," He states and Elena smiles at Arya and spins her sword. The pair begin to circle and Syrio attacks first. Arya watches in amazement as Elena reads his movements and reacts accordingly blocking them. He smiles and nods as the sound of wood on wood echoes against the stone walls. Arya watched in amazement as Syrio disarmed Elena and she shook her head and smiled.
"Too quick!" She laughs and Syrio nodded. He pulled Arya forward and shook his head.
"You're not carrying a battle axe little one!" He instructs her and adjusting her grip.
"I'm carrying a needle!" She interrupts and he smiles and nods. Elena smiles at the pair and realised this would give Arya the knowledge to be able to teach herself.

Jon sat with Tyrion and sighed slightly. His mind kept turning back to those long golden locks and those big green eyes.
"Your sister is something special isn't she?" He asks and Tyrion nods. They sat in silence and he nods.
"She's definitely someone special, I have a feeling the kingdom is not going to come to peace!" Tyrion warns and Jon shakes his head.
"Well I'm sure by taking the black I'll ruin any chance I have with your sister anyway!" Jon laughs and Tyrion shakes his head.
"You have no idea what you're giving up Jon Snow!" He answers solemnly as the snow fall around them.

Elena sat in her room when a knock on the door startled her. She placed her book down and opening the door to see Arya.
"Hello little one?" She answers letting the young girl in. Arya stared up at Elena and sighed.
"Sansa is being such a bitch!" She snaps and Elena raises an eyebrow. She sighed and nodded as she let the little girl in.
"It's all about Joffrey like who needs a stupid prince to save you?" Arya asks and Elena nodded. She smoothed the frizz of the young girls locks and sighed.
"Listen Young one, older sisters will always think they know better, but you'll never be the same as Sansa and she will never be the same as you, so you must remember that you are sisters and you do love each other!" She smiles and Arya nods once.
"And it's usually the little sisters that are right," Elena winks and she laughs as Arya hugs her and runs off. She pulled out a pen and wrote to Tyrion.

Tyrion opened the letter and read the neat writing of his sister with a feeling of unease from her.
Tyrion,
I have a feeling that things are not all they seem. The kingdom does not feel peaceful and I feel a worry for you. Maybe I'm crazy or maybe my mother was a psychic... Tyrion things are about to go very very wrong down here. But you can give my word to Jon Snow that I'll protect his sisters as best I can.
Elena.

He handed the letter to Jon and watched the young boys face crease.
"Her mother was psychic?" He asks and Tyrion nods.
"She predicted many a things, my favourite one to tell Elena was the one of her future husband. He would be a man of honour and the true king but they would never rule together," He smiles and Jon laughs realising it would never be him. Elena was a beautiful young girl but he knew she would never be tamed.
"At least you know your sisters are safe with the greatest sword handler in the country right?" Tyrion asks and Jon nods as they sit and drink around the cold campfire.

Arya ran around the palace chasing cats under Syrios instructions. Elena observed her as she listened to Sansa beg not to leave. She sighed as a cold feeling ran through her fingertips and her eyes clouded over. She closed them slowly and watched as Ser Illyn Payne beheads Ned Stark. She opens her eyes and feels her hands in the cold floor as she kneels. The door swings open and Ned helps her to her feet. She catches her breath and shakes her head.
"You and your daughters need to leave Kingslanding!" She warns in a whisper. He stares at her eyes and realises the rumours of her mother could be true.
"I can't leave!" He explains and she nods once realising he would seal his own fate and all she could do would be to protect his daughters. She turns and feels a single tear slip down her face as she realises this is why she was feeling uneasy. She had just had her first vision and she prayed it wasn't true.

"Aunty?" Elena listened as Joffrey demanded her attention. They sat around the large dinner table feasting on Roberts favourite. Boar.
"Yes?" She answers looking him in the eye.
"When I am king I'm going to strip your name and title, you'll be the bastard you always were to this family!" He promises and she smiles and nods as Robert rolls his eyes.
"Of course my prince, if you make it to throne, us bastards know how to tell each other apart from the pack!" She whispers winking at him to hint at Cersies secret. A wry smile appeared on the girls lips before she licked her teeth and laughed. Cersie watched her and realised she actually scared her. Elenas demeanour gave Cersie chills.
"Oh Joffrey when you find out that you're more a bastard than me? May the gods help whoever you aim your wrath at!" She giggled taking a sip of wine and staring at the Stark children. Her eyes locked with Neds and she remembered watching his head fall from his body. Robert smiled at the feisty young Lannister and nodded once.
"A hunting party perhaps? We can hunt another boar?" He suggests and Elena keeps her eyes on Ned Stark staring at where his head would be separated from his body. She flicked her eyes to Sansa who wanted nothing more than to be Joffreys queen. Then to Arya who just wanted to be allowed to be herself.
"Elena?" She finally hears and looks up to Robert calling her name.
"Will you come?" He asks and she nods once before shoving another bite of meat into her mouth. A sudden nausea came over her and she quickly left the table. Ned watched after her wondering what on earth had gotten into the young girl.