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Everything had gone wrong. My parents had been either killed or kidnapped. My sister was in the custody of my aunt. And I fell through a hole into a world that shouldn't exist.
What? Yeah, I fell through a hole into a world that shouldn't exist. And it sucked.
Now you might be thinking, "What happened to your parents?" or, "Why did you fall through a hole?" However, what you should be asking is, "Why on earth was there another world through the bottom of a hole!?"
As I fell the only thing I was thing thinking was, 'I wonder how deep this is.' No thoughts about attempting to slow my fall, no suspicions about why a hole is in the middle of the street, or any fears about dying when I went kersplat on the bottom of the hole.
Suddenly, the long black hole ended. It abruptly changed into a wide blue expanse. It was the sky. How was that even possible? I fell through a hole in the ground and now I'm falling from the sky? That breaks so many laws of physics that I can't even comprehend it.
But I had more pressing problems. Since I was falling from the sky, I was hurtling toward the fast-approaching ground. Now thoughts of trying to slow my fall flooded my mind. But it was much too late. Now, since I'm telling you this story, I must have survived, right? Right. Except, surviving and remaining un-injured are two very different things. When I slammed into the ground it hurt. Don't think that I'm not grateful for surviving an impossible fall but hitting a hard surface at maximum velocity HURTS. The pain chased all thoughts of siblings and parents and the impossibilities of what had just occurred from my mind.
Slowly I sat up testing each limb before putting any faith in it. Miraculously, I had only broken a couple of ribs and my right arm. I was about to walk away from a fall that was comparable to falling from a skyscraper. Was I eternally grateful to whatever benevolent deity out there that had taken pity on me and spared my life? No, no I wasn't. I was in immense pain not to mention I was stranded in a hole that was larger than mathematically possible with a broken arm.
Chasing these pointless and depressing thoughts away I stood and took a close look at my surroundings. I was in a flat plain covered with short, wiry grass. Off to my left was the faint shadow of a distant group of trees. To my right was a huge rock with different colored layers of stratum. Besides that, stone and the distant trees, there was only flat, sparsely covered ground for as far as I could see.
Great, I just fell, who knows how many feet, and landed in the middle of nowhere with absolutely no supplies of any kind. I sighed and decided to head toward the trees. Trees mean water, right? Hey, maybe there would be some edible plants too. And, you know, some sticks to splint my broken arm.
As I trudged towards the distant trees the pain was radiating from my broken arm, so I decided to distract myself by recalling the chain of events that had led to my current predicament.