Friday, March 22, 2019

Excerpt Day 5

A lone figure stood over an imposing cliff, a sheer drop hundreds of meters above any solid ground, though solid ground was quite the rarity. This slab of stone stood frozen in the air, lazily defying physics and common decency. There were many rocks like this, thousands of stones of varying sizes could be seen for kilometers around, but the figure seemed intently focused on one some ways away. Checking a roll of parchment one last time, the figure took ten paces backwards and breathed deeply. A few silent moments later, the figure began a dead sprint towards the edge, leaping off in a suicidal display of bravado, only without the resulting death. Midway through beginning the seemingly inevitable plummet to doom, the figure began to tumble upwards, as if to spit in the face of the universe and its attempts at order. Rising for a few hundred meters, the figure’s trajectory began to form an arc, subtle changes in gravity forming a gentle curve as acceleration mounted to incredibly dangerous levels. As gravity suddenly lurched back to its normal orientation, the figure’s sense of balance rose in rebellion as the figure was launched like a projectile from the strange phenomenon on a course directly towards the surface of another floating stone. Thankfully for the figure’s legs, this stone had soil and grass. Somewhat less thankfully for the figure’s legs, three bones shattered immediately upon impact, the shock coursing through the rest of the body even as it rolled end over end across the surface of the island. One would suppose that this was not what was meant by “break a leg”. Sprawled on the ground in intense pain, the figure threw up what little food it had ingested beforehand, motion sickness taking its toll.

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