I struggle to stay conscious as the airship I'm aboard impacts the ground. Having escaped Atlas, and my father on this smuggler ship, I can't let myself die here. Tumbling through the cargo bay as the ground rapidly tears the craft apart, I grunt repeatedly as I slam into loose crates; surviving only on the sheer concentration it takes to keep my aura intact. Ultimately, one wrong jostle later, and I tumble out of the open rear hatch. While I only end up a few meters from the crashed transport, It still feels as though I've been flung for a mile.
As my body comes to a stop, I take a moment to acknowledge my unlikely survival. As I begin checking myself for injury, I feel my aura fail, basically being knocked out by the impact. I can't stop my head from spinning, and my blurry vision is still clearing. Aside from that, and of course the shock of the impact, I seem fine. Struggling, I find I can't quite stand yet. It's only then, that I'm able to make out the familiar shape of a human approaching. "Uugh... Help.... please..." Is all I can muster, as I put one hand over my face, trying to fight through the shock in case they aren't friendly. Out here between kingdoms, anything is possible...
