14 facts about GoT:

1. It’s R-rated for very, very good reason.

2. The moral of the story is that this is a gray world.

3. They’re all painfully good characters--no, not good characters as in good characters, I mean good characters as in good characters.

4. The soundtrack is incredible.

5. You soon learn that everyone is going to die. You’ll learn this either because everyone keeps saying so or because you’re practiced in predicting how many people the author will kill, and so you’ll know when the only good character (who is also a good character) dies, everybody dies.

6. It has dragons in all stages: babyhood, teenage-hood, and adulthood.

7. Sometimes, it’s just too accepting about how wrong some of the shit is.

8. “Intense” is the name of the game.

9. The humor will surprise you, since “intense” is the name of the game.

10. The wit is delightful.

11. The hype for GoT is indeed well deserved.

12. There is a large cast of characters, all of whom get a moment to shine, so you have ample opportunity to hate some, love some, and be killed by some.

13. You’ll learn you know nothing.

14. As you learn you know nothing you will also learn you know one thing: you might as well take a leisurely shower while you wait for the intro to finish.

Please understand, I’m almost to the end of season 4, and I started the show about a month ago. Don’t be rude. No spoiling for me!

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“I’ll do it all, everything on my own, I don’t need anything or anyone.”

I watched in pure horror as I saw my home burn and being swallowed whole under that harsh fire. The flames were so bright and intense, it lit the skies up. It was as if it was morning but I knew that, morning will never truly come for me, that this night will forever be ingrained into me. The pain I felt inside my chest was unbearable...I don’t think I’ll ever be able to describe how I was feeling in that moment. If I had to descibe it, felt as if a knife was stabbing me on my chest. Over and over again, as it carved out my heart and ripped it to shreds.

The heat radiated from afar and I could still feel the burning sensation. My face was wet with tears that continued to pour down like the endless rain, and the soot and ashes from the fire marked me as if I was whipped and I could feel the pain all the way in my bones. It was burning, the flames were eating up the one and only place I could ever truly call my home.

My mother...Ed...the old fart who I had just started to call my father...my friends, the townspeople...everything was being destroyed. Why...why...WHY!? Why would they attack us!? What did we do to them!? Mother and I lived our lives silently out of your sight. We lived just the way you wanted us to so...how dare you go back on your words and take everything I love away from me father!?

“Ai! Ai! Ai where are you!?” I heard Tristan call in the distance. I was starting to lose consciousness. I stretched out my hand in a last futile attempt to blow away the flames and save everyone. Please stop! Don’t take them...don’t take them all away from me! Mother!

“You must live on!”

Her voice and the bright flames made me close my eyes to pretend that everything was a dream but I knew..no matter how hard I tried to pretend that everything was a dream it wasn’t. I’ll live...I swear I’ll live on...only for the sake of revenge. I’ll kill him. I’ll kill that man that took everything away from me. Oh, but I won’t stop there. I’ll take away everything that you too hold precious and then and only then, will I have my revenge.

The town was silent except for the small huffs from a man digging in the black earth. All around him, charred buildings smoked and used each other for support. Metal remains glinted in the fading light; anything wooden was burnt to a crisp.

Ash drifted onto the man’s bearded face as he dug into the warm earth with trembling, bleeding fingers. Smoke still curled from the rough ground. Occasionally, an ember burned his hand, making him curse. But he didn’t stop. He only dug, keeping his gaze fixed on the job.

His movements slowed, and he sat back on his heels. He gazed at the sky. A gray haze of smoke hid the sky from sight, far above the town. The town once had a name. No longer.

Joints creaking, dust falling from his clothes, he stood and stepped back from the hole he’d made. The hole was about three feet long by three feet deep. It rested at the base of a tilted, charred post that had once known the name of the town.

He turned and picked up a small, blanket-wrapped bundle. The blankets were stained and dirty; he held it like it was made of precious glass. Ash drifted from him as he gently placed the bundle into the hole. His eyes closed. Tears trickled from his squeezed eyelids and left a clean track across his dirty face.

The blankets rested against the edges of the hole, hiding the bundle in a protective cocoon.

He didn’t move for a long time. The sun crossed the sky as he knelt in front of the bundle, eyes closed, chest heaving. He sobbed, and no one heard.

When the red sun lowered on the horizon, he pushed warm dirt back onto the small bundle, hiding it from sight.

Just before the hole was completely filled, he stopped and reached into a pouch at his belt. From there, he pulled out a few seeds. With care, he placed them on the burnt dirt and finished burying the bundle.

He stood. Steps slow, eyes and nose red, he left the skeleton town. He never looked back.