The Storms in the Shadow (Part 1)

'I found you on the road a few hours ago; you were as stiff as a tree in that snow, so I brought you in. It's not every day when someone goes on this road but, I was sent here to deliver weapons for unarmed soldiers and when the battle ended when I came, I found you,' said Jonathan. 'do you now talk much'? asked Jonathan. 'I see, ok, well I am going to Tuxenburg if you want to know,' he added. 'Who am I' Where am I'? asked the being. 'What do you mean'? asked Jonathan. 'Who am I? Where am I'? asked the being. 'You are in Xer'goth, heading towards Tuxenburg, I know not your name, it sounds to me that you have amnesia,' said Jonathan. 'What's amnesia'? asked the being. Jonathan stood in silence. Jonathan sighed and walked back to the head of the cart. The being threw his head back again and closed his eyes. He couldn't sleep. He had so many questions in his mind and the cart was bumpy along the old rocky road. The cart came to a halt. Suddenly, the being felt drops of liquid on his face. He opened his eyes suddenly and touched the liquid. It was blood! He jumped up and looked at Jonathan. It seemed as though someone or something just lopped off Jonathan's head. He saw the head upon a stack of hay. He drew back in horror. He took a quick look around. He gulped and started running down the road. With so many questions in his mind he couldn't carry on. As he fell on his knees he heard a horses galloping towards him. He turned around and saw three headless riders in back cloaks on black horses riding towards him. He struggled to get up but his legs were petrified. He closed his eyes and opened them again. He then saw in the distance, beautiful snowy mountains; and beyond them, he saw something flying at him at great pace. The riders were very close now. As soon as they came within two feet on him, he felt himself be pulled up into the air and carried off. He was saved from death by, of all things, a dragon?

He had once again slipped away into unconsciousness. A yell of battle came and once again he found himself in a dream about a battle. The only thing was that in this dream he dreamt he was fighting with the men who wanted to cause corruption. He felt the heat of battle come upon him. He then was tapped on the shoulder by a soldier who said, 'Good luck Captain Damascus.' He then woke up again. He found himself lying in a cave. It was very hot and fire scorched the walls of the cave. He yawned and stood up. He knew everything about himself when he woke up; it was as if he never had amnesia at all, like it was one big dream. He laughed but he thought that if he dreamt a dragon carried him away, why was he in a cave? He just answered in his head that he had went unconscious on an assignment. He turned around and then, to his horror, saw a very large face of dragon right at his own face. The dragon breathed deeply and with its humungous eyes it stared into Damascus eyes. 'Hello,' said the dragon in a deep, rumbling voice. Damascus stood straight up in horror. 'surprised to see me talking, eh'? asked the dragon in a chuckling sort of manner. Damascus shivered and let out in a low voice, 'Yes, something of the sort.' 'Well, you should be surprised you're alive. Two more seconds on the ground with those riders would've made you headless,' said the dragon. 'Riders'? asked Damascus in horror. 'Yes, don't you remember, you were on the ground and I picked you up and took you here,' said the dragon. 'But that was only a dream,' said Damascus. Damascus then became a little shaky. The dragon turned his head and lined up his eye with Damascus' eye.