OOC: For continuity's sake it's best we wait for the others to respond, specifically Xavier to the guards.

OOC: Sorry, I won't be able to post until June 9th. Exams.

The medics back away from the enlarged dwarf. Behind them several footsteps simultaneously echo throughout the halls. Guards. Royal guards, dressed in lavish white with crimson capes. They advise the medics to return to their work. A young soldier steps from the ranks. No older than 17. He has a soft complexion and an eager face. He is sure not let his fear show.

"Please sir, you are in a critical state. We advise you not to struggle. We are trying our best to help you."

Frost laid on the ancient concrete face down. It was cool and comfortable, or maybe his nerves had deadend to the point of even the roughest material feeling like the softest quilt. As he flittered from consciousness and the void he heard odd noises. He heard pacing of boots and mumbling and deep heavy breathing close to his ear that chilled his bones. He laid motionless, never stirring for f ear of death. But he had a sinking feeling that his death would meet him here. That the thing from his dreams was a liar and had sent him here to die. As he quietly pondered these thoughts he could feel his body starting to come back around. Noises became more frequent and silence was from the world not his ears failing him. He listened for what felt like years to the shuffle of boots and the deep breathing until all of a sudden...it stopped. All of it. All noise everywhere cut out.
Everything was dead silent.
The silence was the worst thing frost had ever experienced in his short life. It was life death swallowed the world and everything sat in his stomach. He heard nothing, not even his own breath, not even his heart. Then the world crashed as screams echoed only a few meters away, in earthly screams.
"Ferals" frost barely spoke loud enough for himself to hear.
Th sound of meat and bone being tore and crushed was resounding around him. He had to get up.
His arms were like lead. Heavy and un responsive at first but eventually working. His legs cooperated in a similar manner. A spike of pain shot through his head and back. He brushed too fingers on the back of his head, slick, warm blood caked his hair. Groggily he stood and turned and saw a sight that amazed and terrified him.
The shade was locked in combat with ferals. He tore at them taking arms, hands heads and faces away with each swipe of his armored hands. He crushed their skulls under foot when they fell. The shade was a force of nature like the earth personified death and anger into this singular being. Frost saw the shade was winning every second another feral fell to his strike. Every second he was closer and closer to freedom. Every second he fulfilled a blood lust frost could never comprehend. But just as the shade brained his final victim the worst possible thing happend.
A giant shot out of the fog shouting with the force of a thunder clap. It barreled straight to the shade with it's shoulder lowered to his victims chest.
The shade slow to react was slammed into by a ton of armor, flesh and hunger. The shade carried into the air and slammed into a wall. The wall cracked and groaned, yet the shade, to frost amazement still lived. But as frost looked on in astonishment he saw the dead giant slamm into the shade again. The smaller fighter fell to the ground in a heap, but his attacker was not done. The giant grabbed the shade by the torso and slammed him into the cold ground, again and again. Any normal man would have been dead already. And soon even the shade would die...
Frost's body moved without him knowing. He drew his sword slowly and began to sneak to the behind of the giant.
Slowly.
Slowly.
The beast hefted the shade up to it's own face and bellowed, foul breath and spit escaped it's mouth.
Then it bellowed again. Not in triumph but in pain.
Frost stood on the shoulder of the giant as he stabbed down through the expos+¬ flesh of the neck. Black blood sputtered from the wound as the giant spun around trying to find frost. He stabbed down again and again. Even as the world spun he stabbed. Until the blade was caught on something. A bone. The wound was nearly hilt deep now. Yet the giant still stood. Enraged. It grabbed frost by the leg and pulled him off of his shoulder. For a moment frost was face to face with the giant in a silent stare down. Most of his helm was gone. He could see his dilapidated features, green skin covered his skull like a mask and a stench of rank dead meat and blood flowed freely to frost's nose. Then the beast shouted again at frost. Frost closed his eyes as it raised him into the air and...
Frost waited eyes shut tight.
He waited. And waited.
He opened his eyes to see the shade atop the now decapitated giants shoulder holding frost's blade in one hand and the giants head in the other.
"T-thanks." Frost mustered as he was taken down from the giants grip.
"...no....thank....you...." The shade breathed.
"You....saved....me....why...?"
Frost pondered this for a moment then spoke.
"Because I need your help."
The shade looked at frost for a few minutes the extended his hand.
The two shook on their new partnership.

(Ooc) so is anyone still around?(ooc)

OOC:Even if this story never leaves the internet I'm glad it exists, truly one of the best I've ever read, even if it is marred by the occaisional lazy or ham-fisted post by myself.