Behind Closed Eyes

Chapter One

     "What do you see behind closed eyes, Will?" Hannibal inquired.
Will blinked a couple times before finally responding to his therapist.
"I see myself."
"You are alone?" Dr.Lecter asked.
"No."
Will tried to avoid eye contact with the man sitting in the chair in front of him.
"Who else is there, Will?"
"I don't know." Will practically choked out the words.
He knew what the man looked liked in his dreams. He looked almost like he could be Dr.Lecter yet a part of him wouldn't let him believe it.
"Do you know them?"
Will breathed and looked at the ground at his side. "I think it's you, Dr.Lecter."
Hannibal raked is top teeth gently over his bottom lip.
"Are there others?"
"There's other men," Will looked up at Dr.Lecter. "One of them goes by the name of Arthur."
"And the others?" Hannibal asked, slightly interested.
Will closed his eyes and shook his head for a moment before looking back at his therapist. "I don't know."
There was a small moment of silence before Hannibal spoke again.
"I want you to describe to me what you see in your dreams, Will."

     The sound of many men yelling and horses hooves thudding on the grassy field overwhelmed him. He wasn't sure he would survive or not. He never is sure if he will survive in battles. Yet, his determination has never failed him and he's survived so far.
He kept his eyes fixed on the men in front of him, staying close to one of the Knights. He had long, brown hair that had a couple braids in the front. He also had two triangle looking tattoos on each side of his cheeks. He went by the name of Tristan.
Tristan doesn't talk as much as the other Knights. But then again, neither does he.

Everyone began drawing their weapons as they started getting closer to the Woads. More Woads emerged from the trenches and woods as they arrived.
The man named Arthur drew his sword and began swinging it, hitting a few Woad men, their blood spurting from their backs and onto his weapon.

He glanced over at Tristan, who aimed his bow at a Woad warrior who was trying to climb inside the carriage. He couldn't help but feel jealous. He's always strived to be better than Tristan. But why Tristan? He's noticed a feeling of attraction towards the man, but he wouldn't believe it was romantic attraction.
He needed to fight. He wanted to fight. If Tristan could do it, why couldn't he? He raised his bow quickly and aimed at a few random Woad warriors. He couldn't help but feel slightly bad, causing so many people pain. He stopped for a quick second to search the loud, yelling, bloody crowd for Tristan. His eyes landed on a figure, he hopped off his horse and drew his sword. He swung it at a couple people, slicing their chests and stomachs open, blood running down their fresh wounds like a waterfall.
He wouldn't be able to stay long, not unless he wanted to die. He turned away from him and rode his horse back into the crowd. He glanced into the trees and saw a Woad man in a tree aiming a bow at his men. He raised his bow again and shot his arrow, hitting the man right below where his ribs end, into his stomach. He fell from the tree and hit the ground, making him wince internally.
There's no time to feel bad. He told himself.
He turned away on his horse and road back into the crowd, glancing over at Tristan for a small moment.
When he looked away from Tristan he noticed the rest of the Woads retreat back into the woods, where they came from. He was confused but relieved.
He stayed in his place for a moment before walking his horse over to where Arthur was.
He had the tip of his sword firmly against someone's neck.
"Pick it up." Arthur kept his sword in place.
The man didn't respond.
"Pick it up." He said more firmly, digging the tip more onto his neck.
As the man began grabbing his axe he heard horse footsteps behind him. He turned his head and saw Tristan walking past him on his horse.
He turned his horse around, and walked over to where the others where near the carriage.
He watched as the knight named Bors mocked another man. He found it quite amusing.
"I saw you watching."
He turned to see Tristan. He had a slight smirk on his face.
He hated it.
He didn't respond. Instead he turned his attention towards Arthur. Tristan did as well.
"And these are the great Sarmatian knights we have heard so much of in Rome." The man named Germanus looked over at him and the others then hopped off his horse, his armor clanking together. "I thought the Woads control the north of Hadrian's Wall."
"They do," Arthur replied. "But they occasionally venture south. Rome's anticipated withdrawal from Britain has only increased their daring."
"Woads?" Someone asked.
"British rebels who hate Rome." Gawain answered the man.
"Men who want their country back." He added.
"Who leads them?" Germanus asked.
"He's called Merlin." Lancelot commented. "A dark magician, some would say."
He watched as Arthur gave Tristan an order. "Tristan, ride ahead and make sure the road is clear."
Tristan turned his horse, not even looking at him, and riding ahead on his horse.
"Please do not worry, Bishop." Arthur walked over by the entrance of the carriage. "We will protect you."
"Oh. I have no doubt, commander. No doubt." Germanus smiled at Arthur then climbed inside.
"Dozens don't worry me nearly as much as thousands." The man began to climb into the carriage as well but ended up getting the curtains shut in his face.
"Thousands?" Lancelot asked.
He turned his horse around and rode ahead of the carriage with the other knights.