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REWRITING
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Sálardauði - Soul Death (Icelandic)
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And my heart was pumping, chest was screaming
Mind was running, nose was bleeding
Put my hands up, put my hands up
I told this k...
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"Don't let yesterday take up to much of today"
-Will Rogers
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Sigrid stands on the fist of the first men, looking down at the men who continue walking.
Her green eyes look over each man.
As soon as they get up onto the mountain, they begin setting up a small camp.
Sigrid sits on a rock her eyes shut as she listens to the wind whipping around her, hearing the quiet chattering of men around her.
But Sam's voice brings her out of it, "The Fist of the First Men", he says, Floki rolling his eyes as he sits with Ulric near Sigrid.
Colin shakes his head in amusement at everyone's annoyance of Sam's constant chatter.
"Think of how old this place is, before the Targaryens defeated the Andals, before the Andals took Westeros from the First Men", Sam says.
"Before I die, please stop talking", Edd asks continuing what he was doing.
"Thousands and Thousands of years ago, the First Men stood here where we're standing all through the long night, what do you think they were like, the First Men?", Sam asks.
"Stupid, smart people don't find themselves in places like this", Edd says.
"I think they were scared", Sigrid says brushing snow from the dirt under her, she pulls her glove off and places her hand on the earth.
Floki and Ulric watch her, her eyes turning turquoise as visions of men enter her mind, a grey veil over them.
"I think they came here to get away from something", Sigrid says.
"I don't think it worked", Jon says as Sigrid comes back from her visions, the man watching the Elf.
A horn goes off and Jon places his hand on his sword.
"Wildlings?", Grenn asks.
"Two blasts for Wildlings, one for rangers returning", Ulric states, Floki helping him stand as they look over the snow.
"So you got to stand there waiting, wondering, one blast for friends, two for foes", Edd says.
"Three for white walkers", Sam says the boys but those of the Nathair house looking at him judgingly.
