Arya laid on her side,
blood spilling out of her chest
like a knocked over glass.
The last thing she felt was
something cutting through her chest:
ripping into her.
now it was inside.
It was worming through her
like a snake in a mouse’s burrow.
Not from pain, not from fear.
Arya was used to being the snake.
Now she was the mouse-
The being, in one simple movement,
Arya let out her final noise as the thing,
whatever it may be,
pulled itself through her corpse.
Into her brain.
For a second, the spasming stopped.
Arya’s body relaxed itself,
pressing into the mud
of the surrounding forest.
Arya stood up,
her legs re-energized and strong.
She stretched her arms,
pressing her shoulder blades together.
She let our a breath into the cold air
and took a step towards her new destination-
a small town near the edge of the world.
She had reached her full potential.
She had ascended.