What I do feel is my head crack on what feel to be rocks. There must be rocks at the bottom of the lake and that's what I've hit my head on. The wind has been knocked right out of my chest on impact. Although the impact is not as hard as I anticipated. Reflexively I take in huge breath out of shock and expect to get a mouthful of lake water instead I'm still gasping for air and not taking in water. This isn't right why am I not dead? Why am I not drowning?
It is only now that I open my eyes that I can see the explanation for the stones and the lack of water in my lungs. I'm lying in what looks to be an alley way. A tight alley at that. The sides of two great slate buildings seem to be almost pressing in on me. I roll onto my hands and knees to catch my breath it takes me a few minutes but I recover enough to try and stand up.
To my surprise it doesn't feel like I've broken any bones. The only pain I experience is the throbbing of my head. It doesn't seem like I have fallen metres like I did at the lake, it feels more as though I have been dropped from someone's arms unexpectedly.
The sky looks cloudy and thee air tastes foul, marred by the smoke from the burning of what I assume to be coal. The buildings on both sides of me are grey slate and there is a cobblestone ground beneath me. I bring my hands in front of me to inspect them. They are dirty and covered in a fine layer of blackish brown from the ground I landed on.
There are a few obvious and immediate questions that come to mind. For one, where the hell am I. And another, why am I not dead! I walk to one end of this gap between buildings. I see more larger buildings. Some of which are very fancy and old looking. But at the same time they look new. Some look to be shops. Well dressed gentlemen with top hats canes and gloves. The women walk around with long dresses with long sleeves even though the temperature must be at least 27 degrees. Horses pulling carriages through the street. I feel as though I've stepped into a movie. A very old but very beautiful movie. I realise how out of place I look. I walk with my head down back to the other end of the alley.
"so why then am I not dead' I voice the question out loud almost as if I will get a response. Naturally I am alarmed when I do and the voice is not mine.
"because you fell through my portal" a powerful, and if I do say so myself, sexy, voice cuts through my thinking
I stop dead in my tracks and look up to see a black cloaked figure standing almost toe to toe with me. My insides scream at me to run, but there is something entrancing at this beautiful face frames with a golden halo of hair. I stand like a deer in headlights frozen solid with fear. The cloaked man chuckles to himself apparently amused at my inability to respond.
"Hello" the man says leaning his face down to mine. "I'm Jace Wayland"
In a mix of fear confusion and the initial bump on my head my brain gives in and I pass out.
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