It was dark for a time as the man in the crate slept, the constant cheers of the crowd around this group of intrepid adventures and explorers were only screams melded with fire in the man’s mind. What this man saw in his dreams was beautiful at first. Dancing in a meadow, only him and a girl, she was short with fox like brown and red ears and tail, long soft blond hair flowed over her shoulders, deep caring blue eyes pierced his very soul, and the smile she had could warm any man’s cold heart. He reached for her grasping toward her beckoning Kind hand, yet his touch turned her to ash and the meadow was swept up with fire until it was all he could see. 

 Suddenly he stood in the center of a burning village, a familiar village, his village. Blood dripped off him and his ax, bodies strewn around him, all with familiar faces and a look of either horror or bewilderment frozen on the corpses, how could this man, their friend, do this? Then swirling through the smoke another man stood his figure imposing over the village like a giant. This man wore a black robe and a cracked red mask that allowed a broken smile to be shown through as he looked at this murderer before him and knew in that instant there was no one left for that man to turn to, to run to, he was in control.

 The rocking of the cart woke him first and it took him a moment to take in his surroundings, the iron restraints were still on his arms, they allowed limited movement but were loud. The crate he was in was cramped and had items in it that read, at least what he could see, were seeds of some kind. Slowly he attempted to lift the lid, two hinges on one side and a small lock on the other, simple pine wood and iron rivets used in its construction. The sound of voices from outside the wagon made him freeze for a moment, casually he looked through some slits in the wood. Someone was driving the cart and the sky looked orange, “[color=39b54a]Dusk[/color]” he whispered to himself before giving himself a mental situation report and a plan.

 First off he needed to get out of this crate but doing so will shift the rest of the load that is resting on top of said crate, then what? “[color=ed1c24][i]Remember that time we got caught in the forest?[/i][/color]” a deep dark voice echoed through his mind, “[color=39b54a]why hello to you too Argor[/color]” he whispered quietly. “[color=ed1c24][i]Child, that time in the forest, break the lock or the crate then jump and roll out the back in one move. Then run and don’t look back.[/i][/color]” The voice was a bit condescending but he had a plan, whatever guards were out there probably thought he was going to be out for a lot longer and were not going to expect him to be awake.

 So he slowly wrapped his head in what manner he could to cover himself then waited and positioned himself to strike the lock and hinge that kept him in, after a few deep breaths to mentally prepare himself he began his escape. With a loud crack his fist splintered the wood and he pushed the crate open shifting the supply’s in the cart, in two steps he was at the back of the cart and with another lunge and a roll he was ready to start sprinting off. But he hesitated he knelt there on the ground his hands feeling the earth beneath him and slowly he stood looking at the earth slipping through his hands. “[color=39b54a]I don’t feel him[/color]” he whispered, “[color=ed1c24][i]neither do i, the presence… its gone[/i][/color]” Argor seemed confused. “[color=39b54a]We are free? [b]WE ARE FREE![/b][/color]” he shouted as he looked to the sky and slowly looked around, [color=39b54a]“now, where the hell am I?”[/color]

[@Yuuta]