Just an idea flowing in my head, need to know if anyone thinks the start of this could have potential for a good story, please review.

Fallen Viking

Thunder echoed in his ears when he awoke. Lying on the hard ground he took a deep breath through his nose, the air smelt of smoke. He slowly opened his eyes, his blurry vision cleared to the sight of an unfamiliar sky. Light blue but almost white with the clouds blocking out the rest of the sky as they did, it looked as though a storm had just finished. He looked to his side to see nothing but a crater in the ground he lay on, with his body at the centre and embers amongst ash inside the warm dirt of the large dip in the ground which looked to be recently formed. Out past the edge his eyes met a forest, the front line of trees had almost been completely blown over, however were still intact.

He cast his eyes back to the sky as his body started to ache, it was then he realized he had been numb since he woke up.

The sudden stabbing pain in his upper back through to the middle made him cry out in agony, he breathed back in, this time the smell of smoke mixed with another scent caught his full attention, he turned to his side and got up on one knee, a hand still planted firmly on the ground holding his bodyweight. He looked up and stared straight ahead through the smoke around him. He took a breath of the unfamiliar air, felt the new terrain around him, adjusted all his senses and then slowly stood up, ash and dirt falling through his new deep wounds and off of his back, he grunted shaking off the pain.

He climbed out of the edge of the crater and collapsed coughing up blood. He spat it out, stood back up and pushed forward.

He took another breath and with glowing blue eyes fading he mumbled,

"Toothless…where are you?"