My first story, I'm glad that you're reading it. I'll try to update as soon as I can, maybe not as soon when I start writing more. This is purely fictional, and I own none of the characters, settings, or anything related to Ranger's Apprentice. That honor is hailed to John Flanagan. If any brand names or copyrighted things are mentioned, then I own none of them. How could I? I'm a kid. Anyway, turn off all cell phones and pagers, please take your seat, and enjoy the show.
At first, I thought I was dreaming. I'm talking about before I met anyone or anything, just the first few seconds in that world. I know, I know, it's a typical opening to many stories. But, now, I realize why it is so.
My entrance into the world happened just as I had drifted to sleep on a Friday night, precisely why I believed myself to be dreaming. It's somewhat of a blur now, but I remember falling. I was peaceful during the fall, my half-conscious self not quite processing what was happening. It was somewhat soothing, the motion of the wind flying past my ears, my long blonde hair flying wildly from my scalp.
I was about to start giggling out of joy, when something whipped past my face. I frowned, now completely awake. It had stung. My hand quickly bolted to my cheek. I felt the same sensation on my face again, stinging much more this time. Looking quickly around, I saw that I was about to fall into a forest, the very top branches, hitting, me stinging like a mother.
I braced for the worst.
It all lasted about twenty seconds.
The pain came immediately, sharp branches, twigs and leaves sharply striking me everywhere on my body. My clothes ripped, I started to bleed in some places. It was very bad. And as the branches got bigger, the pain grew, too. The branches not only tore my clothes, but my flesh, too. The tree's branches tore at my skin, blood flying and skin tearing. I yelped and screamed out of pain, hot tears flying above my eyes as I fell.
Then came the worst.
A particularly large branch tore through my side, shredding any clothes or skin that came in its way. I screamed for mercy, clutching my bloodied left side with my hands; only to have my right arm come to the same fate. I screamed louder and cried harder through the pain and the blood and the leaves.
I knew I was nearing the ground, and I said a silent prayer, asking for my death to come quickly, I still screamed, louder and louder than I had before. I was almost to the ground, waiting for my body to go splat, any second now, any se-
Poof!
I landed on something soft and airy, feeling almost like a cloud. I relaxed, feeling no pain in this cloud-or-whatever. I could be here forever, just lying down and enjo-
Poof!
The cloud disappeared under me, and I fell about five feet before hitting the ground. I had landed on grass, thankfully no rocks or tree stumps were underneath when I landed. In my mind, I prayed thanks for snot dying, very happy to be alive.
Until the pain returned, that is. My arm, head, and side especially throbbed pain, each bout sending bursts of agony throughout my body. I screamed and hollered in pain, barely conscious. A cold, dark black crowded the corner of my eyesight, the fuzzy darkness closing like a curtain on my vision, and I felt no more
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I was hazily aware of people standing around me, saying things. I had no idea what they were saying; to my ears it was just scattered sounds and words. I reached out for something, just to hold onto, and grasped what felt like a very small tree trunk, my hand only fitting halfway around it. It suddenly jumped out of my hand, along with a few startled shouts. Why would a tree jump? I wasn't quite sure. I just needed to escape this pain. Anything, anyone, help me.
"Help me…" I repeated my thought aloud, the sound a rasping cough, but the words were clear. The black curtain closed around my eyesight again, and I gladly accepted it this time, drifting away as a warm softness ensued.
So, it doesn't quite tell anything about the plot, but it sure is a start. If you like the story, then please R&R. I will try to update as much as possible, but I can't make any promises. I hope you like the story. Until next time, Ciao!