Dalis had no idea what happened next, the world seemed to fizzle out into nothingness and even his mind went silent.   “Ahhhhhhh,” he started to scream as he regained consciousness, his body felt like it was being stretched into a straw, when he suddenly felt his body scrape against something.   Then bang!!!!!!!   He hit the ground hard.   “Cough… cough… cough!” Dalis choked as dust fluttered through his mouth and nose.   “Forget bruising, I think I broke a couple of somethings,” he groaned out as he clawed at the ground, the first thing he noticed was it was solid and rough.   ‘What just happened?’   Dalis suddenly paused, he was just about to think that thought, but something seemed to have beat him to it.   ‘No,’ he thought shaking his head ‘My head is just a little wonky from all the craziness…’ the sound of an ex

Zip. The winds whistled from high above down onto the city ruins, a city that had once been filled with glory, a relic on an age passed, but an age that had ended not long ago. Vines wrapped around the lampposts and green moss crept up the damp walls of decrepit buildings that had once stood tall and proud in the sky of Progress Island. Zap. The tranquillity of the wind was suddenly disturbed as motion found its way into the abandoned land. “Woohoo,” a young woman belched as she swung through the air, a long green cloak flapping as she soared upon the wind. Her long black hair tussled through the air as she zipped along freely, with one hand extended out, a metallic gauntlet was locked upon her arm and a long cable extended out, the cable was thin hardly thicker than a strand of hair, the tip of the cable darted out lodging itself into the wall of a high building. A gust of wind suddenly shot out from her arm propelling her forward with even greater speed, she swung across the

Siara dropped the topic sensing that her uncle didn’t want to discuss it any further.   She went down next to him and pulled out a few medical supplies from her little pack and went to treat the wound on her uncle’s face, blood was still pouring out of it profusely.   Her uncle swiftly moved his head back, “It’s nothing serious, I’ll be fine,” he said in complaint.   “Shush now,” Siara spoke with a tone as she grabbed his head and started to wipe away the blood, “You could get an infection,” she said applying an ointment to stop the bleeding.   “I swear girl, you’re as bad as your aunt,” he said keeping still with a begrudging look.   “Maybe that’s because we both know what’s best for you,” she replied grabbing his head even tighter, her actions also became slightly rougher.   When she finally got a good look at the wound, she was surprised by how deep it was