Disclaimer: I do not own Wings of Fire. (Even if I did, why would I post this on Fan Fiction?)
Other Disclaimer: This series contains a headcanon of mine which involves The Scorching and the events taken place before it.
The color blue filled Mike's vision entirely, leaving no room for anything else. He would have looked around, if his limbs weren't flailing around as he spun uncontrollably through the strange environment he was in. He felt as if he was going in a certain direction, but the direction seemed to shift constantly.
He didn't know if he was there for moments or minutes, but very suddenly found himself being deposited onto a hard floor. The texture of the floor was rough and uneven, stone, if Mike had to guess. He felt around with his hands, exploring the area by feeling it. Soon his hands came in contact with a wall. Using the wall as support, Mike tried to stand up, but he was still disoriented, and when he was nearly upright, the ground came to meet him.
Instead of gradually waking up as you would on weekends, Mike became gradually less unconscious. At first, he didn't know who he was, where he came from or where he was, but soon those questions were answered in turn. He remembered that his name was Michael Tanner, but his friends and family calls him Mike, that he lives in North America, more specifically Colorado, but the answer to the third question was yet to be explored.
Mike opened his eyes and was met with a field of light. He blinked a few times and the bright light slowly faded into a vast desert? He blinked a few more times but could not deny the view that was in front of him. He was so caught up in the landscape that he nearly didn't notice the mouth of the cave he was laying in. He stood up, dusted himself off and examined his surroundings. He was indeed standing in the mouth of a small cave in a vast desert.
Mike's head was full of questions, but with no-one in sight to answer them, he tried to answer them himself. The most obvious one was, where was he? That question was utterly hopeless, with no landmarks for identification and no people to ask, it was safe to say that he had no idea where he was, comforting.
The second was slightly less hopeless, slightly, he remembered the blue area, but his last memory before the incident was him simply going to bed, as if someone had abducted him in his sleep. He decided that that didn't make sense, after all, he was wearing his typical clothes, a red T-shirt, blue jeans, sneakers and a green beanie, unless his abductor bothered to dress him in his sleep, it didn't make sense. He tried to answer the question in other way perhaps he had lost his memories, but that still didn't explain why he was in the middle of nowhere in the first place.
He was so tied up with the second question he nearly forgot his final question, was his family looking for him? The answer was most certainly, yes. Perhaps he had been abducted in the night, or had run off in some wild vacation in the Sahara Desert and hit his head, either way, his family was most likely will search to the end of the Earth for him.
Mike was at a loss of what to do, it was early afternoon and it was clear that nothing would happen if he just had waited around and Mike decided that the only way to get out of this of this place was to enter the desert, hoping to find some people. As Mike set off right of the afternoon sun, north, and left the cave behind him, he felt a sense of adventure, but also remorse, as he was leaving the one place he felt connected to. It was a shame too, if he had stayed around longer and examined the walls, he would have noticed a small circular indent in the back wall, about an inch in diameter.
A figure, longer than it was tall, was hunched over what appeared a crystal ball. The figure gazed into it with bright, white eyes. The crystal ball depicted a young teenager, no older than fourteen, walking away from a cave opening.
"Good," the figure said in a language unknown to most humans, "The journey has begun."
Author's Note
I guess that concludes my first ever chapter on . I hope to continue this series more in the future and improve my own writing skills; Even if I didn't manage to break 1k words.
P.S.
Can caves form like that naturally in the desert? I doubt it.