You scream like a little child as you tumble through the air. You might as well, it's not like anyone is going to hear you. Actually, the forest is probably teeming with creatures that could hear your screams, follow them, and capitalize off of them. It's practically an invitation for predators to sup on you and for anything else to at least take a pass at toying with you. But you do not consider that. No, the only thing you're concerned about right now is your inevitable collision with the ground below.
You don't blast off forever, however. Your ascent eventually comes to an end, you face a brief sensation of weightlessness, and then your descent begins. You can only hope your descent doesn't see you winding up dashed against solid rock or equally unrelenting treebark, and that you don't find yourself in a wild Pokemon's belly within moments of landing. Perhaps a leafy tree-branch could slow your fall. Or you could find a convenient vine to grip onto. A lifeline to regain some control of your life, at least in the immediate term.
But , remarkably, you continue your descent unimpeded, building velocity, the forest floor getting closer and closer.
The brown and green of the forest floor gives way to a deathly blur of grey. Though your eyes cannot make it out in any detail, you can be sure that what awaits you isn't soft grey soil, but sharp, skull shattering rocks. You needn't worry about a Starly pecking your chest open if gravity does it first. The rocks grow closer and closer, the electric and terrifying thrill of death seizing you so firmly that you forget the feeling of the cool air rushing against your hurtling body.
SPLOOSH
That is not the sound of your body exploding into chunks or your head shattering against the pointed edge of a rock. You find yourself plunged into a dark abyss, and for a moment you ponder if you are dead. But that moment does not last long, for it takes a simple breath to confirm your next best guess - that your fall was broken not by rocks, but by water. As you attempt to figure out which way is up, you realize that you are being pushed by a powerful current, and in lieu of quick thinking you might crash into a rock anyway.
You quickly figure out which way is up and swim towards the light of day overhead, taking a deep breath as your body bobs up over the surface. You aren't ready to celebrate your miraculous survival just yet, however. You are still being pushed by the rapid current of the river, and even ignoring the obvious threats that the rapids and rocks pose, there's still the potential that there are likely predators all around, whether by land, water, or air.
Surveying your surroundings, you find yourself to be in a river near the base of Mount Coronet, the Hidden Stream. The river is rather uneven, with some spots several body lengths deep and others shallow enough for even you to stand in, though you could hardly stand. against the stream's frothing currents at their fastest. To the sides of the river, a beautiful mix of moss, flowers, and stones, and shoreline. Having assessed your surroundings, you quickly move to take action...
  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 sneakyk (UN: sneakykit at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
sneakyk has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author