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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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"It was a call to arms and we responded"
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Alduin growls as he ducks under Siljud's swing.
Jon, Sansa, Davos and Silas had gone off to meet the other Lords and Lady's that left them to train.
Siljud moves back, away from the old dragon before moving forward in a cloud of smoke her axe clashing with his sword.
He delivers a punch to her face sending her back a little, his sword just nipping her arm.
The female sighs and frowns as she looks at her blood that was no longer black but red.
Alduin notices and looks at the female who places a hand over her heart, feeling the thud in her chest.
Siljud looks to Alduin who helps her up.
She looked like a normal elf now, only with longer ears and still glowing eyes, but they were blue now.
Alduin looks at the woman in front of him with a smile.
"Your fight is almost done", he states, "should be strong enough for the battle", she says and looks over her skin seeing that the blood had returned to it.
"Come on again", Alduin says and steps away holding up his shield and sword.
Ægir looks up at Bear Island, it looked nice, like something the elves would build, had enough sign of human life while still keeping the natural balance.
Ægir walks into the building and stands back a little with Ser Davos.
"Lady Mormont", Jon greets as we walk in, "welcome to Bear Island", she greets.
"I remember when you were born, My Lady" Sansa starts, "you were named for my Aunt Lyanna, it was said she was a great beauty I'm sure you will be too".
"I doubt it", Lyanna says, "My mother wasn't a great beauty or any other kind of beauty, she was a great warrior though, she died fighting for your brother Robb".
Jon and Sansa look away from the lady for a second.
Ægir smiles a little, "what are you smiling at?", Lady Mormont asks looking at the young Nathair, "my apologies M'lady, It has been a while since I met a woman with your level of wittiness, it's refreshing".
Lyanna almost smiles at the compliment but keeps it in check.
"I served under your uncle at Castle Black, Lady Lyanna, he was also a great warrior and an honorable man, I was his steward in fact-", Jon says only to get cut off as Lyanna almost rolls her eyes.
