All he’d wanted was to go watch the eagles hunting out over the river. He’d heard their cries yesterday while hiking, and today he had wanted to go watch them for a bit before he got down to busking.
Instead, he’d stepped into a rift, and from one moment to the next, he had gone from a street in Titansburg to a jungle ruin he did not recognize. He had a moment to look around in confusion before his body realized that it had been cut off from Gaia and drove him to his knees with a rolling stomach and a splitting headache.
He was so focused on keeping his breakfast from making a reappearance that he barely noticed it when the heavens opened up and decided to drench him, or the footsteps that were rapidly approaching.
Dear Aishallah, today is not my day...
