Preface
Wind, a thief stealing my breath and the sound of our screams as we fall towards the hard ground, and most likely our death. Green, blue, white. Colors that jump to meet me before impact. I attempt to brace myself the best I can. Thump! I try moving, but a tsunami of pain cuts off all further actions and causes me to scream. Someone appears at the mouth of my crater. I look at the tall figure and ask an obvious question, “Where am I?” The figure cocking its head to the side is the last thing I see before I black out.