Fairly Normal People

-Chapter Nineteen-

Andy felt himself slip slowly into Lucy's dream and couldn't help but feel like he was falling down the rabbit hole. When he emerged from the darkness he hit the ground hard and couldn't stop himself from tumbling into a roll. All he could make out from his surrounding was that he was in a cave, albeit a very very steep cave. He felt his arm strike a stalactite, the motion of which threw him off his tumbling course and sent him spinning nautiously towards the light of the exit. He could see green outside the tunnel but aside from the vaguest of colour he had no idea where he was going to end up. After his rolling spinning body launched from the mouth of the cave he crashed into a patch of surprising soft grass. He counted his blessings and sat up but his head still spun uncontrollably. He tried to lay down to clear his head but he was apparently on the edge of the summit of an enormous grassy knoll.

"Oh sard." He managed to say before his teetering balance and the lack of ground beneath his head let him know about round two.

His attempt at laying down brought the rest of his body with him and launched him once again into a nauseating tumble down the side. Though the soft grass was an improvement over the jagged rocky floor. He eventually slowed down and came to a complete stop when his back collided with the trunk of a rather barky tree.

"Oomph!" He exclaimed as the sudden deceleration sent rivers of pain through his body and an ocean torrent of pain from his back.

He rubbed his head and leant against the tree as he let his other arm dangle. But it dangled down immediately behind him. Andy quickly realised the tree was at a peculiar angle compared to the hill he had just come from. He twitched and squirmed around to see the tree was actually at a horizontal angle and beneath him wasn't a grassy meadow but instead was a mossy rocky cliff face that had trees jutting out horizontally like that was a totally normal thing for a tree to do.

"Cor blimey." Andy exclaimed as he climbed to his feet sans broken leg.

He shook the leg comfortably, noted that he was in his true Fey form and then checked his surroundings. Behind him was a fierce and sheer mountain of epic proportions. The side of the mountain looked more like a vertical english landscape, complete with more patches of sideways woods and rolling vertical meadows riddled with beautiful horizontal flowers. He heard the squeaking crack of splitting wood from above him and a rogue branch crashed into the tree line to his left and clattered down through the branches of the trees beneath him.

"At least now I know it's not just me." He said reassuring himself.

He looked to the other side and saw a waterfall that looked like it was trying as hard as it could be to be a real river. Though it fell down, it still winded down the cliff face in an uneven pattern and eventually met a glistening lake below. As his eyes followed beyond the lake and along the real river his gaze fell on a sight that brought him to tears. The land beneath him was a beautiful yet strangely alien landscape. It was a striking emerald green that stretched as far as his sight could see. The land was spotted with enormous thin stalked, wide headed mushrooms that blanketed whole sections of land with shade. In those patches of darkness he saw the grass changed shade from emerald green to royal purple. In the centre of the landscape was a mushroom of near incomprehensible size and the shadow it cast was the size of an entire kingdom. The top of the mushroom though looked very different to the other smaller ones, it has small jutting spikes and dots of black and brown. As he narrowed his vision he could see they were actually towers or spires while there were also courtyards and other buildings. The other, much smaller but still immense mushrooms would still shift and move in the wind and must not have been able to support such structures. On the ground though he could see litterings of wide stalked, thin headed mushrooms that must have been villages or towns. His gaze zoomed out and scanned the deep blue skies spotted with fluffy perfect white clouds until he reached a thicker darker cloud and followed it across the sky and settled his gaze on the thick black clouds that were sweeping in from that corner of the sky. Putting that into the back of his mind he withdrew the hand he was using to block out the unmoving sun, contemplated the oddness of such a gesture considering light did not affect his sight and looked around. Short of jumping down he could not see an easy way down. He was far too high to try and aim for the lake to help it cushion his fall. At the height he was the water would be as soft as concrete. He looked around cautiously and attempted to step on a branch below him, which snapped as soon as weight was applied to it.