As If From A Dream Or A Nightmare - Chapter One
Rain was pelting from the heavens unmercifully upon a small aircraft which was already having trouble being stable. Strong winds blew the craft to and fro violently, threatening to obliterate it completely. The flash of lightening was quickly followed by the crackling boom of thunder. Peering into the large Plexiglas windows, there is a beautiful young woman struggling to keep control of the helm.
Her dark earth colored orbs burned with desperate determination to find and land on safe, solid ground/ shelter. Another violent thrash of the wind caused the frail body of hers to be tossed like a rag doll to the other side of the control room. Spitting blood onto the ground that erupted from her lips, she ran back to the steering wheel as she quickly pushed her long brown hair away from her pale face.
She once again tried to get control of the airship, but was struggling and losing her grip. Exhaustion kept creeping back to her after hours and hours of trying to keep the craft under some kind of control. She began to realize that she was reaching her breaking point when at last she had found what she was searching for. It wasn't land or some other kind of shelter, but another ship, although this one was MUCH larger than her own.
Without a second thought or thinking clearly, the battered, exhausted young woman reached for her communication radio and began contacting the ship. At first the only sound erupting from the radio was partial words and terrible static, but it eventually cleared up enough to be understood.
"Who is this?" Asked a deep, stern voice, "Hello? Can you hear me?"
"My name is Linamora! My ship and I are in critical condition and need help!" Replied the woman without hesitation as she began feeling drowsy.
"Hang on; we're trying to lock onto your transmission." Said the voice, but Linamora wasn't paying attention any longer.
She was losing too much blood, and fast. It was now that she saw the large gash across her abdomen she had obtained. Her eyesight began to blur and she knew that the darkness of unconsciousness was soon going to overcome her mind. As quickly as she could, she grabbed the radio and began talking.
"Please… hurry…. I…. I can't stay awake for long….Please….. someone help… me…" She croaked, falling into the nothingness as she heard the radio but couldn't understand it.
It wasn't long until the ship that Linamora had contacted to find her. Her ship was miraculously recovered, along with her, and put into the landing bay. When the owners of the aircraft eventually pried open what used to be a door, they were horrified by what they had discovered. There, right in front of their very eyes, was Linamora herself, covered in her own blood, unconscious, and in immediate need of medical attention.