It was like watching your life flash by, but different. Everything was pitch black except for a few pricks of white light. Stars? Draco thought as he went alone. He had no clue where he was, but felt immense pain in his wings and left shoulder. It was like a dream, an untrue reality. Could this be one of the few and very, very rare wormhole dotted throughout space? It couldn't be, yet it was so real. Unless he was dead. Yes I have to be dead. Draco thought, confused as to where he was. His eyes snap ahead as she same little green light as before appears out of nowhere. He last thought before he was plummeting through the air into the new land was: I don't wanna die. I really don't wanna be dead. There was a whoosh of a mixture of cold and heated air blowing at him as he exited the tunnel. Instinctively he tried to spread his wings in case he was up in the air. Or whatever it was he was in. He would just be gliding through this place, but there was a problem. Below his was an immense forest different than his old familiar home. The trees were all various sizes and several shades of green unlike the same light green of the straight, stiff trees. There was a lake off to his north with blue water. He soon realizes just how screwed he was. This wasn't a dream, when he had tried to unfurl his wings a firey pain raced through his body. Out of stress and total confusion, Draco blacks out. His body drops like a stone through the woods landing in a large clump of soft bushes.
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Broken Wings
AventuraThe air was slightly moist from rain a few days ago. It was different than earth. The trees were a greenish colored and smelled like sweet ginger. They were unusually tall and covered most - if not all - of the planet. Except for the teal blue ocean...
