
The Lost Sword
By Thea

14 Mar, 2024

Arya navigated through the tumultuous city of King's Landing, the absence of Needle weighing heavily on her heart.

A street urchin bumped into Arya, his eyes darting to her empty sheath before a smirk spread on his face.

Arya and the street urchin faced each other in the alley, the tension tangible in the air.

Without her Needle, Arya relied on her quick wit and agility to dodge the urchin's attacks.

Arya managed to escape the alley, merging into the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest.

She found herself standing before a blacksmith's shop, the sight of the swords brought a spark to her eyes.

Arya entered the shop, her eyes scanning the swords, her mind formulating a plan.

She struck a deal with the blacksmith, offering her service in exchange for a sword.

Arya worked diligently, sorting metals, cleaning tools, and learning the art of blacksmithing.

Her hard work paid off, the blacksmith forged her a new sword, similar yet different from Needle.

Arya stood on the roof of the blacksmith's shop, her new sword in hand, the moonlight reflecting off its blade.

With her new sword, Arya felt a sense of newfound strength. She might've lost Needle, but she was far from helpless.