Alternative Arya ending: the I'm at a keyboard edition. After the burning of the city a white horse appeared, its mane singed at the ends, its flank covered in the blood of the city, its hooves leaving dark crescents in the deep ash. Arya slowly moves towards it, it seems to have been expecting her and allows her to climb on its back and calmly walks through the city. She looks down on the charred remains of the occupants, most of them are melted bones and twisted sinew, here and there is a glimpse of something almost recognisable as face – an eye gazing at something beyond the realm of human perception, a twisted grimace of pain, an ear forever hearing the ringing lie of the bells. At the edge of the city the horse turns into a small secluded courtyard, miraculously untouched by fire, not even the ash was blowing into this space and the central apple tree was a jarring vision of vibrancy and life. Under the tree is a small table and a couple of chairs, one of which is occupied by a man, his long dark hair half hiding his face and as he looks up Ayra sees his eyes are even darker, almost pools of total blackness. He motions for her to join him at the table. Dismounting from the horse, Ayra glances quickly at the exit of the courtyard although she feels the gaze of the man almost pulling her back and so she walks to the table and sits down. “I have a message,” he says, his voice is calming, almost hypnotic “Today IS the day, you have an outstanding debt that requires payment.” He slides a small note book over to Ayra and motions for her to open it. The cover of the book is worn leather, although of which animal would possibly be a question best not asked. Ayra opens the cover to find three unfamiliar names on the first page. Looking back up at the man, his short brown hair now framing green eyes, he half smiles, places a small coin bag on the table in front of her and walks out of the courtyard, pausing at the entrance to look back over his shoulder “Valar Morghulis”.