A Brief Glimpse into The Mind Of Madness (Not Sheogorath [ ;D {Brackets!}] )
Just want to clear up a few things about Will at the moment:
He just woke up in some random place after being ambushed (apparently. He can't quite remember). He is dizzy after being hit in the head during the attack, maybe he has a concussion, I don't know. Wait, I do know. He doesn't have a concussion. There, cleared that up. But he is still dizzy, confused, with no weapons or armor, hands bound, in a cart with a bunch of downtrodden Skandians (Nords? Does it really matter?) . Combine that with the fact that you don't read every thought he has makes for something that looks like Will giving up.
He isn't. That is all.
And now back to your regularly scheduled Fan fiction:
Fire and rain. An odd combination. Yet here Will was, in the middle of some foreign country at who knows where, with fire raining from the sky. One plus to this, however, was that Will was still alive. Spurred by that thought, Will pushed himself to his feet. It was difficult with his hands still bound, but he managed it. The entire square was in ruins. Bricks were strewn about the place, soldiers were running around with bows and- wait. Was that... fire... in that mans hand? Will watched as the man extended his arm and a ball of fire flew out into the sky. Will was baffled. HE didn't have much time to spare, though, as Ralof called over to him.
"Come on, prisoner! The gods won't give us another chance!" Ralof made a beeline for a large tower. Will ran after him. They entered the tower to find the rest of the stormcloaks strewn around, many injured. The Jarl, Ulfric, stood by the door. Ralof addressed him. "Jarl Ulfric, could the legends be true?"
The Jarl was grim. "Legends don't burn down villages." Will shivered. The tower was quite cold, as was the rest of the land. We would need new clothes from the ragged ones he was wearing. And a cloak. Definitely a cloak. But first, to escape with his life. Will followed Ralof up to the roof of the tower. They didn't make it all the way, though, as a dragon burst through the wall while they were trying to clear away rubble from the steps. The dragon spewed a stream of fire into the hole, killing one of the stormcloaks, and flew off to kill some other target. Ralof glanced out the hole in the tower and called Will over.
"See the inn on the other side? Jump through and keep going. We'll find another way out." Will gulped, and lept out the hole.
Will landed with a roll. The inn was a smoking mess. Will wormed his way out of it, coughing and falling in holes. He made his way to the main floor and came out of the charred hole in the corner. Across the way was a few imperial soldiers, including Hadvar. Will made his way over as Hadvar led a small child, the one from the balcony, away from the attacking dragon. The dragon never seemed to stay on the ground for too long, Will noted. Hadvar called him over.
"Still alive prisoner? Stay with me if you want to keep it that way." Will nodded. They ran down a narrow pathway before being interrupted by the dragon again. HE landed right above them to breath fire down at the courtyard. The dragon took off once again and they continued to an opening. There were more soldiers here, firing up at the dragon as he past. Hadvar led Will down through an open gate towards the castle's keep. The other gate to the keep had been filled in with rubble, but there was something moving! It looked like Ralof had returned. Hadvar addressed Ralof angrily.
"Ralof, you damned traitor! Out of my way!" Ralof responded in turn.
"We're escaping Hadvar. You can't stop us." They ran past each other to different doors into the keep.
Both called for Will to follow them.
AN
Edit: The poll is now closed. BBecause I ended with a tie, Will shall follow...
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(drama)
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Hadvar!
/AN