Falling

by fantasygurl28

Ending up in another country wasn't part of the plan, especially when you've never even heard of it...or the world it belongs to. Finding help from a mysterious silver haired man, Keira Kusmi was about to find out just how weird life can be.

Prologue

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. –F. Scott Fitzgerald

She was falling. There were worse ways to die, she mused, as the air whipped around her like she was a rag doll in a washing machine. Then again, maybe not; falling to one's death left entirely too much time to contemplate the impending and foreboding knowledge that you're about to be wiped from existence. Just cease to be. She didn't want to cease being. She wanted to live.

It occurred to her that she didn't even know how she came to be in the predicament she currently found herself. What had she been doing last? She couldn't remember, the memory slipping through the confines of her mind. I guess it doesn't really matter now, she thought, so this is how it ends.

She closed her eyes as tears were swept away by the harsh wind, whether they were for herself or because the wind was so great she didn't know. She waited for the ground to take her, and death to welcome her.