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Fire Series: 1 - The Arrival

I finally touched ground after falling for what seemed like an eternity.

Still feeling a bit dizzy from the drop, I tried to stand up with shaky legs – an effort that proved futile as I simply crumbled upon my quick hands from being unable to support my weight.

I looked up and around me. It appears that I have been transported to another world, or dimension, and there was nothing else in sight but land; one that had the similar infinity an ocean deludes us with in its horizon. Above were gloomy skies that glittered with frequent flashes of light within the clouds due to lightning. Loud roars of thunder followed each one to near-deafening proportions.

“Where am I?,” my mind asked.

A dream. This must be a dream. Yes. I remember freshening up for sleep: washed my face, brushed my teeth, arranged the pillows, and laid on the bed. So why did I feel more awake than ever?

Suddenly, I realized what I was wearing. I touched what felt like some animal’s skin underneath a very thin and ragged metallic armor. I thought if I was to enter a battle surely I will be instantly out even by the minor hit of a zipping arrow due to its overall crudeness. This was beginning to shape up like the oddest dream.

My attention was then caught by the loud rumbling of the ground. That’s when I noticed that the earth frequently shook; gradually cracking the floor. The wind has picked up as well, and I saw that the dark clouds above have started racing towards me. While being mesmerized with the unfamiliar surrounding, my eyes got fixed on shadowy figures in front.

Mountains.

They were the only things present on the sprawling terrain, and seemed to be very distant from where I stood. For some reason, I felt certain that I needed to get there. A rush began inside me, like I was a battery-operated toy robot jump-started to life.

Standing up once more, this time a little easier and steadier, I started to walk.

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