Journal is safe. I wouldn't enjoy dying to be obliterated within the wind, somebody might read, then nobody it shall be. Feasibly. The thugs I cross-examined expatiated, panic does that to people. Shattering teeth, disengaging bones vehemently. No matter the price, they always mutter or stutter. It's more straightforward to disrupt the man than to snap a spine. Aggregate impels me to fathom woods, ludicrous, quavering grounds embellished by verdant flora, albeit decayed rubicund. Grumbling, flaring eyes gaze the encompassing, treacherous landscape. Fracturing clumps, branches perchance. Clobbered skull gyrates aside my feet, undeniably ambushed. Imbecilic Nobody! My eyes barely manage to reconnoiter, obfuscated view, crumpling soil beneath, bloodcurdling fall. My clenched wrists cannot seize the grappling gun insulated within my grasp, bad time to recall I treated my powers in order to...... I don't even savvy why, I just couldn't stand it. Expeditiously falling. A strident thud, somewhat metallic, no lights......
My eyes sluggishly open. I've been set up, lit up as Mistro was by Dark Vengeance. Rumbling intensifies, pain denies opportunity to somersault back onto feet. How long? Sun descended from the azure sky, hours, I would suppose. No signals of predators nor assassins, an emerald light coruscates, metamorphosing into periwinkle. In times like this, inquiries such as: 'where is my hat' convert into counterproductive. Rather distasteful being bamboozled to such an extent. Respiring gravely, I ascend. Bland back. Demolished ribs. Snowballing shame. A match writhing amid my fingers, spontaneously and offhandedly submerging onward, toward the unacquainted cacophony. I scratch it against a rigid surface. Swimmingly set ablaze. It means no humidity or bordering zero. Odd. Yet, what captivates my attention is the quaint fact it bends rightwards. I step forth, cautiously jouncing forward and blowing the tip of the match. Who once dithered is certain of hazard now.
I scrutinize attentively the object in front of me. Huge. Circumspect eyes fathom its circular-shaped front, elongated as a frisbee. Narrowly above it, obsidian, mirrored windows glass the grotto's obscurity. Wings scatter from a keen-edged back, soaring slightly upward prior to halting, a magnificent ship indeed. The scintillating lights come from gargantuan turbines behind its wings. It produces an electronic field, pulling ions away, motioning the wind, therefore the flame bends. At least that was what I learnt back on school. I assume it produces an electromagnetic field instead of just electronic, since it seems to endure space travel, it would connect. Seems quite fitting. Metallic objects are out of question, I guess. The edge must be the most magnetized part, so I must attempt to maintain a safe distance. Whatever came within this is murderous and disheveled. Most likely to disrupt the thorough balance I have been setting this province into. "Hurm..." The sound absconds my moistened lips, moistened by my own vermilion blood. Must encounter way up rapidly.
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