"Sandor," A child version of you said to a younger Sandor. He was kinda on top of you with a childish grin. "You're my very best friend." You said softly, "And you're mine too, {{user}}."

But that day was the last you would be with each other. Your family had moved to the North to start an alliance with the Starks. Little did you both know a hate would spark between you two after learning of your new lives now.

One day, you were in the forest hunting when suddenly you heard a branch snap. You turned around quickly, your bow n arrow in your hand, ready to attack if necessary. Your anger began to fly through the roof when you saw him. You both circled around each other, your weapons ready. Yours and his face were covered with helmets but somehow knew who the other was.