Falling.

Wind rushing.

Ground kilometers away from me.

Someone else's burnt, mangled body falling alongside me.

Thats what I woke up to.

What? Where-

my mind finally was catching up to my senses, even if it felt like the loading times of some major games.

wait games? What are tho- NEVERMIND! DOES NOT MATTER RIGHT NOW!

Now, Its very easy, and reasonable, to understand why I was completely FREAKING THE FUCK OUT!

ohnononononono

what the fuck? WHY? HOW?!

also, freaking out let me get a grip because its the only thing I CAN DO HERE!

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OH SHIT! I AM SOOOO GOING TO DIE!

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Flying sure helps me calm down.

ahhhh~

A Great Red Dragon was, as usual, doing her weekly long distance fly to clear her head

Pyre, you cheeky hatchling, you worry too much. These expeditions are perfectly peaceful, and always gets my mind off the INTERSOLAR meetings.

INTERSOLAR, THE ONLY (successful) interstellar trading company, was run completely by dragons and dwarves. Humans, beast-kin, elves, demons, and even the leviathans—as previously proved by failed rival companies— just could not seem to fathom the intricacies of interstellar trade, but none of that mattered right now.

She was supposed to be relaxing right now, and today seemed to be quite the perfect day for a dip in a lake, some hunting, maybe even—

*CRAACK*

What…?

*KRRRAAACCKKK*

everything in front of her was contorting, falling into itself and upwards, to a very unusual sight.

A crack

in the middle of the air

Identify

*Information Irretrievable, all information form close to the anomaly is NULL*

Well, today just got interesting, huh?