No Song
I hit the floor on my hands and knees, but blissfully conscious. Around me, everyone else was coming to as well. I now had full intentions of running, but I felt completely and utterly exhausted. I took in the carnage around me. All the windows had been blown out and something had knocked everyone back several meters. I smelled soot and found the floor to be singed all around me. My movements left tracks in the powdered wood. The stuff was on my hands. I swiped at my pants, trying to get it off, for lack of something better to do with my hands. I began dragging my feet towards one of the blown out windows. All I wanted to do was go to sleep, to curl up on some secluded cliff and wake up when the sun came over the horizon. All I'd wanted to do was learn, about myself, about this world I'd been thrust into. See how spectacularly that had gone.
I heard movement behind me. I looked back to see a great ball of fur bowl me over. A yeti. I wasn't escaping this grip, not how I was right now. I could sense the high emotions all over the room, I pulled on them, drinking them up trying to juice myself back up, but it wasn't my powers that were shot, it was the rest of me. Whatever had happened…
What did happen?
Through the fluttering slits of my eyelids, I saw that all the damage was arranged in a clean ring around one spot. In that spot was a starburst of soot, and in the starburst were tracks of shuffling feet moving out. My feet. My tracks.
What did I do?
The last thing I remember was the other Guardians getting to their feet, unharmed, thank gosh. I didn't want to hurt anybody, I didn't want to hurt anybody. I just wanted to know. The yeti's fur was coarse but cushioning, and warm. I strained to hear what was being said, I needed to be ready for what came next, but against all will I was lulled to sleep.