Jackson rode upon Reckless, at a steady walking pace. The brown stallion shivered in anticipation. Jackson knew what he wanted, to ride off and gallop into the sunset. But for now, they stayed in formation, Jackson's gaze focusing on the officer in front of him. What waa his name, ah Eric Rohakenson. The young African American officer was new to the Royal Army, having only joined a couple months ago, although he had quickly climbed the ranks with his excellence in leadership and targeting. If Jackson were the enemy, he would not ness with Rohakenson, even with his hunting skills. During the missions orders he recalled hearing they were assisting a battalion further along, his first taste in combat simce his injury. As he thought about it the wound on his shoulder started throbbing. He grabbed his left shoulder, the memory coming back to him.

Jackson looked up to see Rohakenson calling his name. "Jackson, you okay? You looked like you saw a ghost." Jackson met the Officer's eyes. "You could say that." He replied, kicking Reckless slightly to pick up the pace. His mind focused on the memory, the Sergeant rode im silence.

Still unraveled by the flashback, Jackson pulled his overcoat harder around him, and tried to focus on something else. The trees around him? Nope, uninterested. The birds in the air? He looked up, none. Any wildlife around him, nope. Nothing, he tried engaging in conversation with Rohakenson, but nothing worth talking showed up. He sat up straight in the saddle, kicked Reckless a little bit to slow him down, and he began to relax.

That of course, didnt last long. He noticed Reckless's behavior started to get ansy. Like he was worried and scared at the same time, but like true Reckless behavior, didnt want to show it. Jackson knew this by the hesitation as they sped up, or by the way he started to throw his head and look around anxiously. Eventually Jackson looked back up to the sky. Blackish-gray clouds swirled up dangerously in the sky. Winds began to blow, rattling up Reckless even more. Just then he heard the orders. Blizzard, and a really bad one at that. They needed tobfind shelter immediately. Almost at once all the soldiers started to panic. Murmuring at first hadbturned to worried yells. He knew almost at once what was about to happen, everyone would start to rush for cover.

But Jackson remembered one thing. They had just passed a small town, with about 100+ buildings, not mentioning a small motel. He had to get the soldiers attention. He could hear orders from officers ahead in the line, and knew he had to hurry to stop the panic. "Light Dragoons!" He yelled, to no prevail, his voice rang through the mountains, but not loud enough to get the attention of the panicking soldiers. "Light Dragoons!" He yelled louder, finally catching most of their attebtion. "There is a small town about a mile back, just over this mountain!" He yelled, pointing with his right hand towards the tallest mountain they crossed. "If we hurry we could pass most if this Blizzard, but we must hurry." He said, turning Reckless around. Reckless was even more anxious, as he hesitated before finally turning. The snow had just begun, light at the moment, but heavy sbiw was soon to come. Jackson took the lead on the way back along with Sergeant Tanner Badjent. Another Sergeant in their unit, he was here long before Jackson, but yet he still didnt know him to well. Jackson kept glancing worriedly in the direction of the storm, the clouds swirling more vigourously than before. Reckless anxiety had gotten even worse, and he was acting up now. The snow started coming down harder, and Jackson could barely make out the town ahead, the lights getting covered up by the snow. They were making their way down the mountain at this point, less than a quarter mile from the vilage. Thats when Reckless had had enough.

The brown stallion reared, letting out a loud neigh, which flung Jackson into the cold snow, landing wrong on his left ankle. Reckless galloped away, and was soon out of sight. "Reckless!" Jackson screamed, but to no use. What had spooked Reckless enough to throw Jackson? Jackson was trying to think what had happened as he got to his feet, and thats when he felt the ground shake beneath him. "Jackson, you alright..." Someone said to his left. Jackson turned to see Rohakenson at his side. But his eyes were somewhere else. Thats just when a soldier in the crowd yelled the word Jackson hoped he never would hear. "Avalanche!"

Jackson stood wide eyed, mouth open as he watched what looked like 70 tons of snow, rock, and mud hurling itself down the mountain, straight towards Jackson and the Light Dragoons. Most of the officers horses buckled and reared, and a chorus of neighs rang through the mountains. Jackson turned towards the units, who were mainly standing there watching the avalanche. "Run!" Jackson yelled, then all oanic broke lose. About five officers were thrown from their horses, and all the soldiers on foot started to run down the mountain, towards the town. Jackson, with only his bag, which fell from his horse, and his rifle, ran after the soldiers. Every moment or so he'd look back, seeing the snow getting closer and closer. But Jackson, who unlike the other soldiers, wasnt used to running in the snow, for he was ususally upon Reckless, began to slowly fall behind, and the bag wasnt helping much either. He caught a glimse of Jason through the blizzard, which was coming down even harder now. Jackson called for Reckless again, but t no prevail. He turned and saw the avalanche was nearly upon them, only half the unit seemed to be near safety. He ran faster, seeing the first fleet of officers and soldiers making it to the town, which seemed to be out of range of the avalanche, for now. Jackson ran and ran, but he knew he woyldnt make it. He turned his head back, and seeing the first bit of the avalanche nipping at his heels, he jumped as high as he could, as the big wall of snow and ice slammed into him, a rock hitting him square in the head, leaving him with a gash, as he was knocked unconscious, and buried in the snow.

(Sorry for the shorter post Dagger :( )

Jackson awoke to a huge headache of pain. He was laying flat on his back, only a thin layer of snow and ice covering him. He brushed his head iber his forhead, where the throbbing was the most, and when he brought his hand back down, it was covered in blood. He looked around, turning on his side. The sky was clear, as if the blizzard had never even existed. The landscape was barren, all you voyld see was snow and ice, and the debris of the avalanche. He pushed himself to his feet, blood begining to run down the right side of his face. Miraculously, his pack containing all of his supplies lay a few feet from him. It seemd to have been a few days, either one or two since the avalanche. And it suprised him that bine of his brigade had even bithered to look for them. But the the thought arose, had all of his unit been caught in the avalanche?

He put on his pack, and began to walk down the mountain, looking for any gimpse of his unit. But all he has seen was trees and boulders. But when he looked harder he noticed that one of the things he had thought was a log wasnt, it was a human. He made his way quickly towards the soldiers side. He knelt down beside the soldier, a clear head wound and shoulder wound still produced blood, but most had scabbed over. He checked for any sign of breathing, but there was none. He checked his pulse, but clearly the soldier had passed on. He bowed his head, causing more blood to gush from the wound on his head, and said a few respectful words to the soldier. He reached in his combat jacket, and pulled out the soldiers tags. They read Sergeant James Smith. He ribbed the ectra tag of the chain, and placed it in his pocket. He then tucked the ither tags back into Smith's jacket, and after anither respectful bow, left the soldiers side. He began to make his way down the mountain, this time looking for more bodies of the fallen, hoping against hope one would be alive.

He found another in no time. He ran to his - her side and knelt down, feelimg for a pulse, and thankfully finding one. She seemed to be breathing, but only barely. He read the name on her command jacket, and found the last name Agarvran. He recognized the name as the brigades commander, and hurried to her aid, and placed his hands sligjtly on her soldiers, and gently shook them, harder as he tryed to gain her response. "Agravran, stay with me. Yoy need to wake up, Agravran." Then kept on repeating her last name, ignoring the fact that he could no longer see out of his right eye, the blood cobering his eye and gluing it shut. He was just hoping against hope that she would wake up, as he didnt want to lose another. He didn't want to be the inly one stranded out here in the cold, barren wilderness.

He couldn't help but smiled when her eyes opened. Even if it was with a slight groan. He rubbed his right eye, clearing the blood from it, allowing him to see again. He looked up from Agravran, looking around. From what he could see, they were the only ones out here. She muttered a question, which he could barely hear her say. He thought for awhile, then said, "Well the blizzard caused a huge avalanche. We got swept up in it, and it seems we were the only ones to survive. It looks like it has been about two days though." He looked down as he finushed, his blue eyes making eye contract with hers. He slipped his pack of his shoulders, digging through it, and pulled out a canteen full of water. He unlatched the top, and handed it two her saying, "Here, drink up." He reached back in his pack again and pulled out a small pack of crackers, slowly opening the package and pulling two out for himself, before handing those to her too. He put the cracker in his mouth, it at first salty, then savory. He took a deep breath, before looking to the town below, which seemed unnaturally empty. Had their team left them? Were they stuck here in the wilderness? He turned his attention back to the Lieutenant Colenel. "How are you feeling? Are you hurt?" He asked, as he also had a first aid kit in his bag if needed.