How Did Arya Stark Go Blind Novels & Stories

In fact, he probably even forgot that today was our marking anniversary celebration. I fell to the carpeted ground in a disheveled heap, watching coldly as he carried Isabelle in his arms and ran out of the event hall. Yet, a cold smirk appeared on my lips. In my past life, when I was blinded by the silver dust, Gabriel had simply summoned a maid leisurely to take a look at me. He kept trying to stall for time until my eyes were completely corroded by the silver dust and thus beyond salvation, before he finally decided that I should perhaps be sent to the healing center.

Spots filled my vision before I couldn’t see anything, going completely blind. “Dad!” “Desmond!” I felt hands on my back but I closed my eyes, just trying to catch my breath. The fire raged as I felt it burn my skin. “The marks…” My eyes flung open as I tried to lean away from the pain of being stabbed in the back. “Fuck!” “Dad? Dad, what’s going on?” “Nat, hold on. Let it pass.” Scott trying to help Nat. Shaking my head, I tried to blink but I still was completely blind. My back hurt like hell and fire still burned. It felt like minutes but the pain finally eased. The fire dulled to a simmer. My vision still didn’t come back.

She turned her head slightly to see where he was, but then she ran smack into a tree and landed hard on the snow. Grayson skidded to a stop in front of her. "Are you okay?" She raised her head, but spots formed before her eyes. "Grayson...." Ari felt her upper body being lifted. "Ari?" Grayson yelled into her ear. "I'm not deaf, Grayson," she replied, "but I can't see." Ari could hear skis skid to a stop and then flashes going off, although she could only see just flashes of light, no details.

My mother's weak voice said. "Will she ever be able to see again?" My mother asked rubbing my hand. The doctor sighed, "I don't think it's possible." My breath hitched. What? I may never see again? How did this happen? What did I do to deserve this? ****

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

“That’s not why I left.” The conference room was quiet. “I left,” she said, “because you were already gone. Before the accident. The blindness didn’t take you away from me. You were never fully there to begin with and after the accident you had a reason to make it permanent and you used it.” A pause. “I couldn’t compete with a reason.” I pressed my back against the wall.

"Which woman had such foresight?" "The one who dumped me has foresight, then the one who chased me is blind, right?.....Miss Blind?" "Humph……" Arya shook her head. "Later, didn't I woke up in time and in my heart, I had thrown you away?" She raised her chin and displayed a proud expression on her face. Ha, ha……that is for venting my hatred! Dr. Jack grinned and ignored her. Arya asked with enthusiasm. "Dr.Jack, what was her reason for dumping you?"

Behind him, the purifying light from the holy sword pursued relentlessly. Arya moved like a fluttering butterfly, the layered plates of her golden armor spreading as she shot forward as well. Her glowing right hand slammed down in a sudden strike. It landed squarely on Andrew with a loud thud. Andrew felt his heart seize as if it were about to explode. His face twisted in pain, yet his eyes turned even colder as he turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood straight at Arya's face. Arya did not react at all, not even flinching. The blood evaporated instantly in front of her face, erased by the holy light.

"Where is he going today?" ​"To the office. The real one," Ava said, watching my reaction closely. "He mentioned taking you there later. I’d advise you to put on some actual clothes and wipe the 'I just fell in love with my step-villain' look off your face before he gets back." ​"I am not in love with him!" I shouted, the effort making my head throb again. ​"Keep telling yourself that," Ava said, walking toward the door. She paused, looking back over her shoulder. "By the way, Arya Stark survives. But she doesn't do it by crying into a man's neck. She does it by becoming someone else."

“Are you okay? Let me see! Did I burn you? Is it your eyes? Oh hell, your wolf healing won’t work on that, will it? We need to get you to a hospital!” He slowly lowered his hands, his eyes still tightly shut. He was blinking rapidly, and his face was flushed a furious red. A few droplets of water clung to his lashes. “My eyes…” he groaned, his voice weak. “I can’t… I can’t see straight, Aria. It’s burning.” Panic coiled in my gut. This was bad. Really bad. My heart was thudding so hard I was sure every wolf in the hallway could hear the frantic beat of my guilt.