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Alrighty! Here’s my post, sorry it’s been awhile since I’ve actually posted….

 

Colma’s eyes fluttered open.  Her cheek was pressed against soft ground, and the aroma of rich earth clogged her nostrils.  From her sideways view, she stared blankly at a mini jungle of grass.

She rolled off her stomach and onto her back.  Motionlessly, Colma, confused,  gazed at a canopy of glossy green leaves filling the air above while patches of dancing sunlight filtered through and dappled the ground.  Bird calls rang in the air, and colorful flowers fanned their large, vivid petals as a nearby stream gurgled merrily.

With a hand clutching her pounding forehead, she pushed herself up into a sitting position.  Colma felt sick and strange, like her molecules had been disassembled then put together again poorly.  She swallowed the dry lump in her throat while she massaged her temples and tried to think.  Vague memories swirled around in her head.  Falling into a library? Almost being crushed?  A glowing book?  Then there had been people, she was sure of that…. A fairy person?  The lady with the killer stick?  Mr. Mountain Man?  Cowlick-y Yapper Guy?

Colma shook her head.  That was all nonsense and no help.  How had she gotten here?

Colma wobbled to her feet and surveyed her surroundings more thoroughly.  At first, she had thought that she was in some sort of forest, but now she noticed that the flowers were spilling over small, crumbling stone partitioners, like there had been sectioned off flower beds.  A little ways off, there appeared to be a twisting walking path while overgrown ferns and other types of undergrowth softened the ground she stood on.

She slowly revolved in a circle and soaked the scene in.  Suddenly, Colma’s ears snatched the sound of shouting, and maybe even whistling.  That must be the others.

She picked up her axe, which had been lying beside her, and strapped it again to her back.  Colma didn’t know what to do.  Should she try to find them, or just look for the way out by herself?  Was there a way out?  What if she was trapped in this strange, changing world forever, and–

Stop, Colma told herself, keep your head, panicking won’t help.  

Taking a deep breath, she reevaluated the situation.  Maybe if she climbed one of the massive trees, she could obtain a better view and regain her bearings.

Before starting, she slung her coat she had been wearing over her shoulder because the air was so moist, hot, and heavy it was unbearable being wrapped in it.  Then Colma grasped the tree’s first limb and pulled herself up.  Stretching her arms, she gripped the next and swung onto it.  Colma repeated the process until she was breathing heavily, sweat plastered her hair to her neck, and she felt satisfied that she was high enough.  She carefully scooted out onto a narrow branch and slowly sat up.

Around and below her, an ocean of shivering leaves swayed, and the sky seemed to have something clear-ish covering it, making its normal brilliant blue muted.  She studied this with a furrowed brow and wondered what it was.  But something else caught her eye: in the distance, large moving splotches stuck out of the green trees.  They looked like animals, but Colma had never seen anything that big or like them.   Precariously, she leaned forwards on the branch and peered at them, trying to identify them.  But, as she did, she started losing her balance as the limb moaned under her weight.  She spilled to the side, and grappled the branch with her arms, which left her legs kicking wildly in the air.  Colma tried to pull herself up, but she slipped and crashed through branches and leaves to the ground, hitting it with a thud.  Colma, landing in an awkward heap, groaned.  Carefully, with small yelps of pain, she un-tangled herself and timidly leaned her back against the tree while she examined her injuries.  She appeared to have sprained her ankle, and her arm throbbed.  She didn’t know if she had broken it, or just hurt it.

With her good arm, she grabbed her axe from her back and peeled off the leather strips wrapped around the handle.  Colma, gritting her teeth, used the strips to bind the axe to her damaged arm in an attempt to make a splint.  Then, she tightened her boot to add more stability to her ankle and, using the tree, she struggled to her feet.

Now what?  She was extremely susceptible to predators now, and she had no idea where she was or had to get out.  Maybe she didn’t have a choice but to try to find the others.

But, she argued with herself, if they attacked her, she was in a vulnerable state with her injuries and all, whether she liked to admit it or not…..

Without completely deciding, Colma started limping away from the tree, figuring that if she stumbled across one of them, fine, and if she found the way, great, but she wasn’t just going to sit there under a tree and cry.