Arya Stark swings her wooden sword with fierce determination, her focus unwavering. In the shadows, Crystal, the sorceress with eyes like storm clouds, watches the young Stark girl with an intensity born of desperation. "Such skill for one so young. What brings you alone to these woods, child?" "I practice to become stronger," Arya responds, her voice edged with the resolve of a warrior.

Crystal's heart aches with the memory of her lost daughter, Saga, as she approaches Arya with a soft smile. "I have a special soup at my cottage, one that could help you grow even stronger," she offers, her voice laced with a magical allure. Arya, intrigued and hungry, hesitates but feels an inexplicable pull towards the mysterious woman. "I suppose a break wouldn't hurt," she concedes, curiosity getting the better of her caution.

Inside, the air is thick with the aroma of herbs and enchantment. Crystal stirs a cauldron, her movements graceful and deliberate. "This soup is a family recipe," she says, her voice a soothing melody as she ladles the brew into a bowl for Arya. Arya takes a cautious sip, warmth spreading through her limbs, the world around her softening into a comforting haze.

Arya's eyes grow heavy, her mind drifting into a dreamlike state. The lines between reality and memory blur. Crystal whispers tenderly, "Rest now, little one. You are safe with me." Arya mumbles, her voice small and childlike, "Mother? Is that you?", as she succumbs to the enchantment.

Crystal watches over Arya, now curled in a child’s bed, her heart a mix of joy and sorrow. "Yes, my dear Saga, it is I," she replies, her heart clinging to the fragile illusion she has woven. In her trance, Arya giggles softly, the burdens of her true life momentarily forgotten.

The magic's hold weakens with the morning light, and Arya begins to stir, the trance slipping away. Confusion clouds her features as she blinks at Crystal, the memories of the night before fading like mist. "Who... who are you?" Arya asks, her voice returning to its natural timbre, a mixture of fear and defiance rising within her. Crystal, with tears glistening in her eyes, knows her dream of reclaiming her daughter is lost once more.