Hi everyone! I'm Rowboat1001
This is my very first fanfic and I'm very excited about it. I know I'm a beginner at this and that's why I would love to see comments and constructive criticism on my work.
I read a lot of Frozen fanfictions and that's what I'm mainly going to write about.
So without further ado, I give you my first chapter. Enjoy
It was a lonely mid-morning, in the waking days of April. The sky was dark and gloomy, casting an almost-ominous looking blanket, overwhelming the barren wastland of Iraq. Everything was deathly quiet, other than the occasional ruffling of tree branches, swaying with the cool, spring breeze. Then, a faint, low rumbling sound starting to come from the Southwest, cutting through the air, like perfectly sharpened daggers. The noise grew louder and louder. And if one was to glance up at the sky, they would notice a shiny, metal beast flying overhead;reflecting the sun's blinding rays back down to earth, as it noisily sliced through the air.
Onboard one of the U.S. Air Force's C130s that the army was borrowing for this specific mission, you and your team were preparing to parachute into one of the more dangerous regions of Iraq. The mission was to intercept a document that proved the Iraqis were planning some sort of nuclear attack on the U.S. You've been flying for more than 6 hours and you were about to fall asleep right then and there, even when the C130s engine was roaring at a deafening level. You were just about to doze off from the tiring lifestyle of the army, and into what would seem-to-be a peaceful slumber when Tony Metergard, a close relative of yours, on my paratrooping team, woke you.
"Hey Roman, wake up. I know, were all tired, but I'm happy to tell you that were almost there, just another 6 minutes."
"Finally," you said. "I was starting to wonder if our pilots might have had a few drinks before we left and flew us off course again."
The reason you did because 6 weeks earlier, these same pilots were told to take yours and some other team somewhere in East Germany for a search and rescue of shot down U.S. air force pilots of the 167th fighter wing. Before departure, the expected arrival time was a little under 3 hours. Turns out, in that 3 hours they took a wrong angle of direction and led us 150 miles away from our supposed destination. We were later taken there, but 20 minutes late.
Tony laughed in agreement, then shrugged. "Wouldn't be the first time," Tony said. "But I have a feeling they got a little lecture on going in the right direction next time,"
"Agreed, but hopefully they don't need another one," You whispered. "Anyway do you know what everybody is doing by any chance?"
Since you and Tony were the only ones by the 'jump door' and with less than 3 minutes to go, you couldn't help being a little worried about the whereabouts of the rest of your team.
"Oh don't worry they're all up front getting some sort of papers ready" he said seeing your anxiousness.
"Why would we need papers out here?" You say confused looking out one of the small windows on the side, onto a barren landscape of naked and rocky desert mountainsides of what they called Iraq.
"Who knows, it was captain's orders. As you know, he doesn't always let us in on some certain things of his," as he said that the plane started to shake violently and you both fell against the left side of the huge aircraft. After recovering from the 'not so little tremble', you hear Tony mutter something under his breath and then…
"What the HECK was that!" Tony shouted slightly terrified.
"I think I know." you said in a raised voice trying to be heard over the combination of the storm outside and the thunderous roar of the engines. You start to look back out the window gesturing for Tony to do the same.
"What the…" he stopped as the rest of my team rushed in from the front of the front of the plane.
"Roman, Tony! We've run into an extremely vicious storm that seemed to come out of nowhere and it's pulling the plane back into it! What are we going to do?!" Martin Jakols exclaimed with an expression of horror pasted on his face.
Annoyed at his expression, you yell, "Martin! Calm down! We've been through a lot worse than this. We've been in deadly range of grenades, bombs, RPGs. We've seen our brothers and sisters shot down right in front of us. We've watched their last breath on this earth! We've been injured, exhausted beyond belief in enemy territory. We've been thrown from planes MILES above ground, and you're freaking out over a stupid thunderstorm!"
Everyone, including you, were surprised at your sudden outburst and nobody said anything until another team member spoke up.
"Roman, listen to me! I am 100% certain that this isn't any ordinary thunderstorm. In fact, I don't think this is any kind of storm we've seen before!" yelled Jason Evard, a skilled sniper in the army and a long time friend to you. Almost everything he says is pretty close to being right all the time, so you were smart and usually listened.
"I mean think about it, when has a storm just popped up out of nowhere that even our powerful C130s with the new avoidance navigation technology can't steer out of!" His voice starting to have a hint of panic like Martin. Before you get to respond a voice of one of the pilots over the loudspeaker blasted out.
"Mayday, Mayday, there is a very strong and destructive level 5 storm is taking over the aircraft! Everyone must evacuate! I repeat, EVERYONE must evacuate before we get drawn in any further. So GO, GO, GO! Everyone out NOW!"
Taking a hint you hurriedly connected a couple straps of your parachute and helped the rest of my team get theirs on. As you finish helping Tony, the large 'jump door' opened up showcasing the violent and terrifying storm you all were unfortunately in.
Chris Sombers, another longtime U.S. army specialist on my squad, had to practically scream to be heard. "Do we actually HAVE to go out there?"
Still looking at the hurricane type winds, the tornado type conditions, and the blizzard-like visibility, you hesitantly responded. "Well if you want to stay alive, then most likely yes, we actually have to go out there."
"Great, just great." He said under his breath.
After seeing your crew finishing getting ready at a record pace, you started ushering man by man to jump out the open door. After Martin leaped, you were getting geared up to jump when all of sudden the plane lurched to the right and you fell out of the plane without my main strap of my parachute connected together.
During your free-fall you were trying desperately to join the two straps all while being thrashed around in the violent hurricane-type storm. You finally attached them, preparing to pull the cord for your chute.
When you notice how close to the ground you were, your hand pulled it immediately out of panic, failing to realize you was still in the center of storm.
Your chute shot up and was instantly jerked to the left; you were being pulled right into the direction of a rocky ravine at a deathly pace without any control of your direction.
You frantically tried to steer back to the right, but with no luck unfortunately, you braced yourself by spreading your legs out in front of you. You crashed into one side of the ravine when you heard a very unwelcoming 'Crack' and suddenly a searing pain shot up from your right leg.
Screaming in agony, you continued falling and crashing down the side when abruptly your parachute was caught up on a ledge and you stopped falling. It was very still for a few seconds before you hear the fabric of your chute rip and you were swung upside down. It took you a minute to regain your bearings and to stop the world from spinning.
After doing that successfully, a new feeling of nausea swept over you, as you realize you were was still hanging upside down and were losing blood from your leg and the rest was racing to your head at a rapid pace. You did the only thing that came to mind in your quickly fading awareness: you scrambled to find your Strider SMF to cut the ropes.
After finding it in your left side waist pocket, you quickly snapped it open and began slicing at the strings hopefully before you lost consciousness. Following the last rope being cut you started falling again down the distant floor below, sensing you were gliding peacefully through the air before being met with a brief, but painful 'thud'.
Barely hanging on to consciousness, you humorously identified that you reached the apparent 'destination'. You swiftly looked up at vague sliver of light before passing out.
Black…Then an abrupt, agonizing pain coming from the back of your head gave you a very rude awakening . Even through the aching pain on the back of your head, you gradually start hearing indistinct chirping, and then the faint summer breeze blowing through the leaves. Slowly you opened your eyes; you were met with a fuzzy blend of green, blue, white, and other friendly, welcoming colors.
Blinking, the colors cleared up to show a forest, with robins hopping from branch to branch up above you with a beautiful blue sky behind.
"What the heck?...This is definetly not Iraq, that's for sure." You thought.
You then looked around for your gun, and sure enough, it was laying at your left side. The firearm was a special military grade HK416 with an Aimpoint comp m4 sight. You have had it since joining the delta force a year ago. It has been your baby through thick and thin.
You hear a snap of a twig to your right, and following the sound, you watched a very, very large man appear from deeper back in the woods. He had a more rounded face covered by a large amount of facial hair running ear to ear, but no beard. Hmm…strange, it was like a no beard, sideburn, mustache cross, which is something that you have never seen before and thought was quite unusual.
He hurriedly approached you, seeming like he wanted to help. In a jolly, but concerned voice he asked, "Oh my, are you alright?" he asked, noticing you were very unfamiliar and you were wearing extremely odd clothing.
Seeing that you looked definitely strange, he hesitantly started to check to see if anything was broken. Noticing a few of your injuries he looked back to your face "Gosh, you've had quite a rough time, haven't you?"
Unable to do much else, you nod, not really remembering what previously happened before waking up.
"Here," he said picking you up in his arms.
Even though you were a pretty good size guy at 6'3", this unusual fellow looked like a 9 foot living giant. You assumed that he would have probably broken the Guinness World Record for tallest man ever to live.
"I'm going to take you back to my place and get you cleaned and healed up, if that's alright with you." He said starting to go back the way he came.
You nodded, but before he started to take you away to his place, you pointed over to your HK416.
He looked at you in confusion, then he realized what you wanted. "Ah, no problem." he said, walking back over to your gun and bent down so you could grab it, and you did.
With the gun resting in your arms, you looked up at him with a questioning look, trying to understand more of the man.
Looking down he noticed your expression and looked at you confused. Then he looked back up trying to figure out why you were looking at him like that. And finally he understood a little of what you were thinking.
"Oaken," he said in that friendly voice of his, looking back down at you. " My name is Oaken."
"Oaken, hmm…a strange name to go with a strange man, but he seems like a nice fellow and he's helping me so I guess he's alright." you thought.
"What's yours?" the large man asked.
Trying to find a voice, you finally do so, "M-my name is Roman, Roman Triveck." you voiced softly.
"Hmm…Roman, what a unique and wonderful name." he said climbing over a log on the path with ease, even carrying a full-grown man.
After what seemed like 15 minutes, he came to a clearing with a humble little outpost and what sounded like a stream in the distance.
"Ahh, here we are," he said walking up to the small cabin-like residence. As he walked up the steps there was a sign hanging above the door that read ' Wandering Oaken's trading post' with a smaller sign below saying 'and Sauna'.
He pushed open the big wooden door of the modest-looking cabin to reveal a row of shelves down the middle of the floor, a counter for checking out, and log siding covered with shelving filled with canned goods and other supplies throughout the interior. He went straight to the back of the store to a smaller wood door and entered.
Inside was a smaller but still a fairly good-sized room with different quilts hanging up next to taxidermy of 2 deer and a few rabbits scattered around in different places on the logged walls similar to the ones in the front shop, there was also a beaten-up looking bed against the back corner and a small wooden nightstand on the right side of it.
He set you down on the less-than-comfy bedding and told you that he was going to get some medicine for your head and some hot soup to 'warm me right up'. You set your HK416 down on the bench near the bed, and glanced over to the nightstand, which held a metal alarm clock that said 9'o'clock in the morning.
A few minutes later Oaken came back in with a tray, along with the soup and medicine on it, moving the clock aside to a bench next to it, he set it on the nightstand. He first offered you the medicine which you took and even though you swallowed it rather quickly, it still left a terrible aftertaste in your mouth. Next he gave you the bowl of what looked like chicken broth and you started to gulp it down when you were interrupted.
"Whoa, whoa slow down, slow down. You'll enjoy it a lot more if you go little by little," he said walking back out the room.
Taking his advice you slowed down and like he said, it did taste a great deal better. After finishing the broth, you set the bowl back down on the tray realizing how extremely tired you were. So, laying back down you thought of how thankful you were of this man, and how he was nice enough to take you in. Gradually, you let sleep pull you under, and before too long, were sound asleep on an unfamiliar bed, inside an unfamiliar shack, in an unfamiliar land, not having a clue where, or how far away from home you were.
Well that is the first chapter of my new story I hoped you liked it. As you know this is my very first fanfiction ever. I would appreciate any comments that you have, positive or negative, that you attained from this story regarding grammar, spelling, or structural rookie mistakes that I might have made. And if I did I would love to know so I can possibly fix it and remember for future chapters.
Anyways thanks for reading and I hope you have a good rest of the day.
~Rowboat1001
