Falling...It seemed as though he had been falling forever. But if he had been falling since the beginning of his existence, how did he know he was falling? What was being still? Was there such a thing? Something in him told him he was falling, that there was such a thing as standing still, even though he couldn't ever remember doing anything besides falling. Time passed, or so he assumed, and still he was falling. Hours, minutes, days, seconds, years, time had no meaning for him. After what seemed like a century (he was almost positive it wasn't quite that long) he noticed something within his sight. It was dark (black, his mind whispered) stringy, seemingly attached to something behind his vision. He reached up (but how could he reach?) and paused at the sight of a hand, his hand (he had hands). His hand continued its path, grabbing onto the black stringy, hair, that must be attached to his-his head. He was something, something more then a soul falling, falling, down and down, out and out, beyond, beyond the branches of the great tree. At this stunning, revelation he experienced something other than falling. He seemed to jerk to a stop as PAIN, like no other, brought his entire body into focus, forcing his consciousness to flee from the new, intense sensation.
AN:/So this is just the first part...let me know what you think of it in a review. I'll try to update once a week, say every Wednesday? There will be about 9 chapters total, I've got them mostly planned out, but let me know if there's something you'd like to see.