Prolouge

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 Prolouge

A shriek of sheer terror escaped my lips as I tumbled through the nothingness of the sky. I screamed and flailed my limbs erratically, looking for something, anything to slow or stop my quick descent all together. I looked around frantically but all I saw was the blue of the sky and the blinding light of the sun. The only solid thing I could make out was a small mass of land, now becoming a small speck in the distance. I faintly felt the thick air of clouds whiz past me. But I was too preoccupied with the large slab of green I was about to create a large crater in.

The fall seemed like forever, I had given up screaming after a solid three minutes, air streamed through my hair and clothing. I’m going to die, I knew I didn’t want to go out screaming and flailing my arms. In the back of my nine-year-old mind all I could think about was if the soup I had made was cold. Even in death I was still thinking of my family. In habit, I reached for the gold bracelet on my wrist and clutched it to my chest tightly as a sob shuddered through me.

“Death is just the next adventure.” I said the words my mother had whispered to me on her deathbed. I let the tears freefall from my eyes, allowing all feelings to take over.

I was so close to the end now, I could make out trees and houses.

I exhaled.

Closed my eyes.

And accepted the end.

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