Goodness you guys are good!! I've been working on the whole thing for a while, but yes, he might be for Sprocket. I looked up the most popluar guys names in Iceland, and I really liked his name. Viola? I completely agree with your description(I was playing around with different hair types and deicided on messy blonde with a slight curl.) Kudos to you all!!

I see a flashing light somewhere near the top of the hill where the new and rising sun begins to creep from the peak. 

Looking around, no one else seemed to notice it, so I make my way through the lines. I see a man of Catastrophe on a black horse, and I shoot the man before shoving him off and leaping on to the horse. I ride fast, not bothering to look back. Soon I reach a wooded area.

The light was behind a large ridge that could be seen next to the hill, so I use that to judge my distance.

I look around, making sure I am alert as we trot through the path with trees. This is the perfect place for an ambush.

But what I see when I get to the ridge isn't any better.

A girl with curly blonde hair is collapsed on the ground, so I leap off the horse and run up to her. The first thing I do is check her pulse, making sure she's still with me. It's weak but there, and I turn the rest of her around and see the Resistance pin before climbing back up the ridge and looking over. There are abandoned tents everywhere, and trash and weapons and dead bodies littering the camp site. I see dead elves among Catastrophe's flanks, and realise the attack was made by the Elven Resistance. 

I turn back around to the girl and carefully picking her up, running to the horse. I hoist her up and her limp body slouches against the neck of the horse. I climb up behind the girl, and reach my arms around to grab the reigns. I kick at the horse'a sides and we take off.

But soon I hear the sound of more horses galloping behind me, and with a quick glance behind me, realise I am being chased. I take my gun and aim carefully before firing at the first rider I can see at the moment.

Click.

I yell in frustration. My cartridge is empty. I look at the bow and arrow on the girl's back and hesitate before another arrow whizzes past my ear shot by the enemy soldier.

I steal-no, borrow-her bow and arrow, pulling the string back and releasing. One down.

I turn back around and direct the horse to make a swerve and another one, seeing the war zone in the distance. An arrow grazes past my cheek bone, and I hiss as there is a strong sting.

I draw back another arrow and inhale sharply before whipping my head and shoulders around before firing.

Another down.

I keep the horse directed in where it needs to go, and once the direction is hit straight for the medical tent, I twist around again and fire quickly. However, this rider is smart and dodges the arrow with a flick of his shield.

I turn back around and realise that we are nearing the medical tent. I look around and quickly analyse a plan, and it's crazy.

Butnit's the only option.

I take a deep breath and leap off the horse, grabbing the girl. I make sure she doesn't hit the ground too hard, and leave her under the shelter of a damaged flag pole while I roll back around and grab the gun from the nearest fallen soldier. I aim at the horse's flanks and shoot. The rider tumbles off but immediately gets up and points his gun at me.

The sound of gunfire rips through the foggy, war torn air of dawn.

I exhale slowly and pick myself back up, looking over as the man's final figure slumps down.

I then remember the girl.

"Oh Claaws," I mutter silently, with panic rising in my throat. "She's probably dead by now."

I see her and slowly lift her up, checking her pulse again. I let out a sigh of relief to find it beating still.

I run for the medical tent, and a nurse automatically greets me when two other nurses join her. They begin yelling medical terms, and the doctor, Quill, takes the girl and puts her on a medical bed before she is wheeled away. I begin to slowly strand behind them, but a nurse stops me with her clipboard.

"Not now, Commander."

"Who is she?" I ask, watching as she's finally taken beyond the corner.

"Her name's Etoile, Commander. I woulda reckoned you'd have known. She's the half elf, half human one. Good Resistance fighter. Helps to represent at Council meetings. She's the heir of a king, and is trying to reclaim the kingdom. It's hard though, because the two sides that are her family, the elves and humans, like her but not each other. Times are torn, Commander McCullican. How long will it be before we fight the war amongst ourselves?" 

The battle rages before me, and I quickly jolt out of my thoughts. I wouldn't be able to find her unless I proved myself to the Resistance. They probably wouldn't cope well with an eightteen-year-old who probably looked half-insane wanting to see one of their leaders. Yeah. That would go over great.

It's now or never, I think. I had always dreamed of fighting in a real battle, not just some street scuffle. Now I was looking out over a ravaging battle between two forces, one of which I would gladly fight for to gain their trust. She would only be found through trust.

Shaking slightly, I unsheath my seax and drop my pack. The ornamental handle glints in the light from fires burning in the forest, and I am slightly comforted by the familiar weight in my hand.

My gaze snaps up and I start to run.

~

My arm has become heavy, and my clothes so splattered with blood you can hardly tell what color they are. I am sick of seeing the light of life going out of countless people's lives, and I push thoughts of guilt away. I must remain detached and unfeeling.

I see one of the Resistance soldiers fighting off to my left. Two people are engaging him, and it looks like he is about to falter. Quickly, almost without thinking, I hurl my seax like a spear and take down one of the attackers. The soldier then focuses his attention to to other person, quickly cutting them down. 

I run over and yank my seax out of the fallen soldier's back. Wincing at the noise, I turn to the Resistance member.

"Where is command?" I yell.

"Commander Mina is in the the flank. There!" he responds, pointing to his left. I turn and see a Dolor Felis resting behind the attack line.

"Thank you!" I shout as I slowly make my way over.

It takes me a bit  to get to her, as I have to fight a couple of people along the way. Finally, I am within a ten foot radius.

She is fighting a Catastrophe soldier who snuck through the front lines. I jump in and stab him in the back. He falls, and Mina looks at me with gratitude.

"Thanks," she says.

I nod, then quickly get to business.

"Commander Mina, where is Commander Sprocket?" I ask, my voice raised slightly so as to be heard over the battle.

Her face falls.

"In the Med tent. She's beat up pretty bad. She won't be fighting anymore."

My heart goes cold.

"Will she-will she die?" I stutter.

Mina shakes her head.

"No, Quill fixed her up ok. She just probably won't be able to do much for a while."

Our conversation is cut short by a breach in the front line. We say nothing more as we both begin to fight again.