My head hurt pretty badly, I had a taste in my mouth that was hard to describe and I could feel blood seeping into my eyes from a head wound I had suffered. It took me a moment to even realize the train had crashed. I mean one moment I was drifting off to sleep, and the next I was on some frozen woodland ground feeling dizzy with a massive head ache. As far as waking up, it was one of the worst ones in recent memory (recent memory being a thing of course because there have been several worse ones in distant memory).
I could see the wreckage of the train to my left, the tressle it had been traversing had exploded, ripping the train in two and somehow throwing me out of the window I had been happy to have been sitting next to. The cut was a result of going through that window. I didn't see any other survivors at first and thought I might have been the only one when I felt a chain lock around my neck, the prisoner had also survived.
"Do you have a weapon?" The voice was ragged, I could hear in his tone he was hurt. The chain was tight around my neck and I couldn't really give a good response, he let it slack.
"No I'm a businessman." It was true I was unarmed, and it was true I'm a businessman, but like I've always said I'm never unarmed. I was about to show the bearded one the truth of that when I felt the cold lock of shackles on me.
"No offense businessman but you look like the type." He spun me around to get a better look at me and I could see a stain of blood on his chest. Having seen my fair share of injuries his was bad, if he didn't get help he'd be in trouble.
"What type would that be?"
"The magical type idiot, now move, and remember now we both look like prisoners, so if you try and screw me it will go bad for you." He was right, I didn't have to wonder where he got the shackles of course his former guards obviously were dead amongst the wreckage. And it was smart to move away from the flaming wreckage I mean who knows if it might explode more (I have no idea what goes into trains obviously, something explosive? maybe I don't know I know you're amazed I know little of the world, you know?). Unfortunately it also meant we were moving away from where rescuers could save me from a mad man, and most importantly farther from me making my triumphant return to Ronerawth to reclaim my adopted birth right!
Sadly I got stuck with a nutjob and then lost in the woods, because my life is one of pain an misery. And Nidget.
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