Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141227022405/@comment-25038310-20141228151929

''Take my hand, we can run away, together. ''

Jack opened his eyes - he was in a tiny room, with a lit fireplace. Father opened the door, and yelled someone's name. When Father saw him, his face lit up with rage - a small, wooden stick hit Jack's face over and over again, but it didn't hurt.

Jack was now standing outside in a field - a door was being shut behind him. Jack, not completely controlling his body, walked further in the field - but the landscape slowly deformed as he was suddenly standing next to a river - green bushes and shrubs everywhere. A small village could be seen in the distance - Riverwood.

He was dragged away by three pairs of rinkly, old hands - the women were dressed in black cloaks. Jack didn't even protest. He was given a  fur hood, and his sword skills increased drastically.

He held the hands of a young woman, who had blonde, flowing hair. He looked down - seeing a rounded belly. She was pregnant.

Jack, deep in his consciousness, knew what was going to happen. He didn't want to see it, but no matter how hard he tried prying his eyes open, he wouldn't wake up.

"''Sasha.." ''He muttered the name, and the woman smiled."

''"Jack." ''Jack sat on a wooden seat, in some sort of wooden house. The woman's belly was rounder.

''"Jack." ''She said again, this time now sitting next to the river, on a small blanket and holding a small piece of bread. They were picknicking next to  a river.

'"JACK!" 'She yelled. A redguard, in fur armor, grinned at her, and then at Jack. He held a small Iron dagger in front of her throath. The house they were in was partly on fire.

''"J-Ja.." ''She uttered her last words, as she gargled - her body dropping dead on the floor.

Jack woke up, opening his eyes. He was in the carriage. He looked around him - at Claire, Valkyrie, Arthur, and the rest. He cleaned his forehead of his dripping sweat - and his eyes of a small tear that made his way down his cheek. He had been muttering a name in his sleep, and having a hand on his dagger at all times."

"H-How close are we to Windhelm? Or wherever we're supposed to go?" Jack asked, stuttering.