The meadow was a glorious expanse of grass and meadow flowers, grass rustling gently in the breeze. There was a narrow brook flowing through it choked with weeds a tiny forest lay to the left of it. Tall water-mint with pale lilac flowers, like dozens of tiny bells were growing at the edge of the brook. The oak tree that lay by the brook provided sun-flecked shade; the meadow lay peaceful in the thickening light of late afternoon sun. The sky opened forcefully forming a huge black twister that disrupted the peace of the meadow. The twister swerved and swayed growing larger and larger until it finally spat; three bodies tumbled out and landed hard on the lush grass of he meadow.
"Are you alright?" Adam said gesturing toward Bridge. Bridge shook his head slightly standing up he inquired, "We were there but now we're here but where is here? If we don't know where here is we just need to go back to there." He muttered pacing.
Adam looked around and saw a boy observing them closely. He noticed the boy had light brown hair swished across the left side of face; a wing shaped earring reflected brightly against the beating sun. He wore a red, black, and white jacket and jeans. The boy got up and started walking toward them.
"My names Alata." The boy explained pushing himself up to face Adam and Bridge, who had now stopped theorizing.
"My names Adam and this is Bridge." Adam said motioning toward Bridge.
The once pale blue sky now darkened and with a crack of light the creature appeared before them, swinging his sword cockily he stepped closer to them.
"Now that you've all gathered here, we have some business to attend to." The figure hissed menacingly.
"Run!"Adam cried. Not wanting to find out what the creature had in mind.
They dashed through the trees; leaping over fallen pieces of wood and scrap, dodging branches that were blocking their chosen path. The three rangers reached a cliff with a river.
"Should we jump?" Adam questioned. "Our options are very limited."
"We have no other choice!" Alata said.
And with that in mind they jumped, they slammed into the water, making a huge splash. Adam and Alata plunged deep in the water, and struggled with their clothes to get back to the surface. Bridge was peeking over the edge of the cliff, making sure he was alright. When he saw we had survived, he jumped off. He flailed his arms, landing in the water too close to us for comfort. We waited patiently for him to resurface.
Adam looked at Alata with a worried look on his face.
"He should have resurfaced by now." Adam cried. "Where was he? He thought. " And what was taking him so long?"