I was scared. Terrified is more like it. I sat close to the wall huddled up in a ball to protect myself. My windmill was falling.
All of a sudden, the floor gave way, and I fell to the ground floor. I felt a surge of pain shoot through my back. But I had to force myself up. I was under attack, and I needed to defend my floating island.
Then the ground of the island slanted, the tip turning towards the huge casm below.
My life flashed before my eyes, all the memories flooded into my head. Most of all, I remember my band mates: 2-D, the cute but stupid frontman and singer, Russel, the drummer who was also like the dad I never had, and Murdoc, the grumpy bassist. I wish I could see their faces before the end.
'No...' I thought. 'It's not the end.' I scrambled around trying to find a parachute in the firey mess of Windmill Island and found nothing. This can't be it! It just can't be! There was a white flash, an explosion, and then nothing.
