I had made a little
distance from the camp and was now in a land I had not been in
before. Looking down as I glided I could see trees and animals I had
not yet seen. It was like a completely different world to the one
that I'm was use to. This world was hilly and there were rocks
everywhere. The trees did not grow the hight or the girth of the ones
where my fellow nomads and I travelled.
These trees seemed
fragile and weak in comparison and the animals where different as
well, well for one thing there was a lot less. The new land was not
friendly and as I looked up it was all I could see.
The sun was now going and the night was approaching. The wind was picking up, it was blowing from behind and pushing me along. It was almost as if the wind was telling me that I was doing the right thing and that I should keep on going and so I did. I only travelled a little further that night because just a few minutes later a blinding flash filled my eyes. I thought that I had gone blind, but it quickly disappeared just as it had come. The thunder came so fast that I had not even processed that the flash was lighting. The thunder was so loud and deafening; it shook me to my core. I lost grip of my glider and fell.
It was no big deal I had fallen lots of times off my glider. I could get back on easily but this time it was different, the wind had picked up, it was almost gale force. I had never fallen in such a storm or at night. I couldn't do it, in no time I had lost sight of my glider and was falling. It was a great height and because of the darkness and the storm I could not see the ground clearly. This was the first time I feared for my life, ever. It would not be my last. I saw the ground at the last second. I quickly bended all the air I could between me and it to try and slow my fall. It slowed my fall but not enough; I hit the ground shoulder first. It was a sickening sound I heard no snap or crack so I didn't think that anything broke but the sound was a thump. A thump words can never describe, one that seemed not real to me. Yet it was real and the pain straight after was real as well. A pain so strong, so sharp that I had never felt before, although the sound did not sound real this confirmed it. The pain was sharp and no matter what I did it would not stop. I could feel the warm thick blood flowing between the gaps of my fingers as I held it.
I knew I could not stay there but I did not like the idea of moving. Eventually I did, I don't know how much time had past only that the storm was now worse, rain was coming down in sheets, smothering the ground with water. There was more lighting and thunder just as intense as the first maybe even more so. The ground had become unstable with the fast flow of water coming down the hill.
This was the first time I looked around; it was a hill, maybe even a mountain. At this point I did not care. I could not stay in this weather so I walked downhill simply because it was easier. It was hard tracking down the mountain, the Water rushing past me from what felt like all sides, deafening thunder claps and disorienting flashes of lightning. In all truth I could not tell if I was truly moving down or not, I thought I was but no matter which way I walked it felt like the water was a against me, and the sound of the thunder and the flashes of lightning made me disoriented and confused, not to mention the thick blood slowly still coming out of my shoulder. But no matter what I would not stop because the thought
of staying in this storm, hearing the howling furry of the wind. It was to much and I would continue walking until I would find shelter or fall.
The storm never stopped, never lost its rage, the wind continued its furry and I continued my, what seemed pointless hike. On the verge of collapsing I noticed a cliff hanging, tiny by all means but it was the most inviting thing I had ever seen. I can't tell you how long I hiked for; time was an impossible factor to judge in the storm. I could hardly walk, blisters on the heels of both feet, not to mention all the cuts all over my feet. Even if had only been ten minutes it was the longest walk I had ever done.
The hangover was minuscule, although though it protected from the beating rain the inside was still wet. The ground was not even, sharp rocks sticking out of the ground making it extremely uncomfortable and a little painful but anything was better than that storm. I could not even lay down it was so small so I curled up into a ball. My shoulder had stopped bleeding, I don't know when or if it was infected either, it did not matter. I had not brought any medicine but if I did it would not matter either because everything I had packed was on my glider which had most likely to my knowledge flown off anywhere and was now destroyed. The pain of the gash was still there so sharp and painful, a pain I had never known. I was hungry but that did not matter because the pain soon drained out the feeling of hunger. That night I cried myself to sleep, with the sound of rain beating the world around me.The hang over was minuscule, although though it protected from the beating rain the inside was still wet. The ground was not even, sharp rocks sticking out of the ground making it extremely uncomfortable and a little painful but anything was better then that storm. I could not even lay down it was so small so I curled up into a ball. My shoulder had stopped bleeding, I don't know when or if it was infected neither did not matter. I had not brought any medicine but if I did it would not have matter either because everything I had packet was on my glider which had most likely to my knowledge flown off anywhere and is now destroyed. The pain of the gash was still there so sharp and painful, a pain I had never known. I was hungry but that did not matter because the pain soon drained out the feeling of hunger. That night I cried myself to sleep, with the sound of rain beating the world around me.