Disclaimer I do not own a song of ice in fire all I own are my original characters.
Ashton POV
Sending hours climbing to see the view from the top, it was always my favorite part of rock climbing.
I paused to take a deep breath when it happened! a rock came loose causing me to lose my footing. Causing me to slip and fall, I scrambled to grab something. I got my left hand on to the rock face but didn't have the leverage to pull myself up. So with one hand on the cliff realizing i was about to fall. Causing me to regret climbing up in the first place.
My last thought as I was falling was that at least I got to the top before i fell.
I woke up with worst migraine I had ever experienced it felt like someone hit my head with a sledge hammer. I felt around me trying to sit up when I am bombarded with memories of a short harsh life. the memories all seemed to be of a small child always being cold colder then I had ever experienced before I also got flashes of memories of pain and a deep cold to bone it felt the cold burned and it was seated at my feet. I also remember a harsh corse language that I had never heard before.I tried to block out the painful memories so I could focus on my surroundings. I opened my eyes as I looked around I noticed I was in a a dark cave with little lighting accept for a firepit near the middle of the cave as I looked up I saw a small opening near the top of the cave letting the worst of the smoke out. I felt underneath me and noticed I was sitting on a large pelt closer to the back of the cave. I tried sitting up but clutched my head in pain as I felt around where it hurt. I felt some sort of coarse cloth being used as bandages. Bracing myself I tried again to stand this time and stood up through the pain. I then tried to slowly walk towards the fire where there were four people sitting, two of them were young adults, the other two one was a middle aged woman and the other looked like a pile of bones and skin. As I got closer I noticed the two young men had broad shoulders, strong arms and wetherd faces that looked like they worked out in the cold their whole life and had scars from frostbite. The woman was gont like she never had unoff to eat yet still worked to get food for her family anyway. Lastly was the old crone with so many wrinkles that you couldn't see if their eyes were open. When one of them noticed me and spoke I was surprised when I couldn't understand what they were saying.I tried to respond when another wave of pain hit me which caused me to pass out.
Waking up I try not to break down taking deep breaths and closing my eyes. After coming down a bit I looked around to see if it was all a dream. When it all looks the same I pick myself up when I feel pain and no I am not in a dream. Trying not to freak out I try to evaluate my situation for one I am still in the strange cave I feel along my head and notice the there are no bandages left on my head so I am guessing that I have been asleep for a while looking around I notice that it is just me and the old crone sitting at the fire. standing up i feel my head and it is no longer painful but I feel weak as I look at myself I notice that I am for to this and sickly looking I had a dark tan in my past life but in this body I seem unatrily pale like I have never seen the sun as I continue to look over my body I notice some things I seem to have shoulder length black hair a bit shaggy from never being wash with soap or oils. Looking down I see that I am wearing some type of thin pelt as under garments then I noticed my feet and almost fainted from shock. The bottom half of my feet was this unnatural black color like it was made of stone. I stumbled back onto the pelts and reached down to touch them. They feel as cold as ice but besides that they feel like regular feet. When I touch them they feel cold but my feet do not seem to be cold at the same time. I felt like I was about to have a panic attack so I try to calm down and thank rational so I tried to come up with some theories I discarded frostbite because it wasn't purple nor was in numb it felt like normal feet except the fact that the cold seemed too radiate off of them it wasn't natural a natural cold ito seemed to seep into whatever they touched as i walked towards the fire I saw that it cause frost to form on the ground yet my feet didn't feel in fact they felt just like regular feet.
After checking my body I walked over to the fire where the old crone sat sitting down. I tried to get comfortable but I was sitting on a log so I could only get so comfortable in the first place. When I got in a more comfortable position I thought about what was going on so I tried to arrange the facts and theory together. First the last thing I remember was falling so I should have been dead or in a hospital so those options are out so my last theory is that I was reborn into this body when I died or I'm in a coma but thinking back on that rush of memories so I'm guessing the ladder. Thinking on what that would mean I tried to think up a game play but there was a large problem. I didn't know where I was reborn so racking my brain trying to use all the things I have seen and observed here I remember a key detail: my feet are black. with that key detail I notice some other thing that should have been obvious. The pelts and furs the numbing cold the guttural language it all come together my favorite series a song of ice in fire there was a clan beyond the wall called the hornfoots that had black feet the were immune to the cold. that mean the language should be the old tongue with all of these revelations I decide to go lay down to regain some strength for tomorrow I would need to make plans.
Author note this is my first time writing so mistakes are expected. This is a learning experience. Constructive criticism is welcome.