I would have liked to say that plummeting through the sky was a thrilling experience and I would recommend it to anyone. In honesty, it was terrifying and I wish that I was anywhere else but enduring this. Anyone else might have screamed and I would have done the same if I felt it would've done me any good. Fear paralyzed my voice as I flailed and kicked, incidentally turning over in mid-air and rocketing towards the ground below. If it was under better circumstances, the view of the forest below me would've been wonderful.
Green as far as the eye could see, trees and mountains with slate grey faces, clouds and the horrific knowledge that I was going to perish by meeting either one of the two.
"I'd appreciate it if you would help!"
I called out to the voice but there was no reply. Of course, a cryptic beginning only meant a cryptic end, however, this seemed more like a dead end. As the ground got closer, it felt as though my world was slowing down and even the blink of the eye took forever.
The closer I got to the ground, the more I could make out the place that would probably be my final resting place. It was nice-looking from above. A quaint little stream running between two old trees, a grassy clearing which would soon have a new unwanted paint job. I began to meet the treetops, piles of leaves smacking me in the face and although I grabbed for branches, they snapped in my hand and sent me plummeting again. My back hit against some of the stronger branches, pain shooting up my spine as I tumbled again and again.
My heart hammered.
Maybe it was instinct.
Maybe it was a futile attempt at trying to save my own life but as the ground got closer, I threw my hands out in front of me and my heart sank into the pit of my stomach as the air around them curved inward and shot me backward. Instead of slamming into the ground, I was tossed backward like a ragdoll andfell into the river.
Water seeped into my clothing and wetted my hair, my skin and I sputtered and gasped while flailing around. Until it dawned on me that it was a river, a small one at that, and all I had to do was stand up.
I staggered to my feet and held up my arms, sleeves dripping wet just as my feet and waterlogged boots were. Trudging onto the grass and falling backward, I stared up at the sky with wide eyes and chest heaving.
What the hell just happened?
Believe me, I tried to go through my memories and figure out what exactly was going on and where I was and who I was and when could I do air blasts?
Nothing came to mind. Only vague memories. Like a fog or a dream that I couldn't remember.
A woman's voice.
An endless void.
A disembodied feeling.
Air.
If this was a game, I would have lost and I slapped a hand over my forehead, grimacing as the water from my sleeve splattered across my face. Rolling onto one side and shaking out my hair and sleeves, I lifted my head and sighed. At least this clearing was relatively peaceful.
"Gwoaaaar!"
I stilled and didn't even dare to breathe. Knelt on all fours, head bowed and eyes wide, it seemed like the best option. However, it didn't occur to me that it might have been the worst in comparison to what was waiting for me. I tilted my head from one side to the other, spying a boar glaring from the other side of the river. Sharp needles protruding from its back glinted in the sunlight and from the looks of it, the boar knew exactly how to use them.
I slowly turned onto my back and shuffled backward, boots squelching with the water inside and the boar seemed to take it as an invitation across the border separating us.
Oh no. No, no way.
I'd just gotten dropped out of the sky, nearly died, and now I had to deal with an animal trying to kill me.
Absolutely not.
With a ferocious roar, the boar rushed forward and I rolled out of the way narrowly avoiding the head-on collision. After finding that it made no contact, the boar rushed on and then turned in a half-arc before rushing at me again.
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