An unknown entity

Wordlessly the figure marched down the street. It was sure footed and had purpose. A stark contrast to Will's billowing hair slapping him in the face.

Well I'll be. The crazies are out here tonight it seems.

"Hey mate if you're looking for the guild you just passed it. Hot clerk in there too. Me? I'm probably going to head inside this tailors shop. Owner felt me up real good when I got these pants made. I'm going to return the favour if you know what I mean." As soon as Will started talking he never really stopped. This figure was one of the first who didn't try to stop him or reply though. Strange.

The figure was only 5 paces away now and Will was starting to get nervous.

"If you're looking for a fight laddy I have to warn you, I'm no easy meat. Although that's what my old village would say about me. I do get around a lot." He shot a grin at the figure. Still nothing. Will opted to draw his sword now, this was getting dicey.

Before he even managed to bare an inch of steel the figure seemed to disappear, only to show up right next to Will a moment later. A knife slipped between Will's ribs and the figure embraced him, laying Will gently to the ground. It really must have looked rather romantic to any onlookers but this was certainly one of the less romantic ways to insert an object into somebodies body!

"Wh- Why?" He spluttered. Not understanding. The figure slowly lifted up the hood covering its face and Will's eyes widened. Looking into his eyes was...Him. Will. Only with a scar over his closed left eye. It was impossible!

"Listen, you don't deserve this. At least not in this moment. I..You..We do something terrible and I'm just here to make sure it doesn't happen. By the gods it's good to feel the storm again though..." At Will's last words he started to fade, not like he was dying. Just ceasing to exist.

Wait that's future me? evil me? Lost an eye? What the hell? What was that about the storm? Oh my head hurts.

Will Helma laid back as his vision faded to black.