Corsica heard the rush of wind, soft at first. Suddenly, the wind was all about her, roaring in her ears and whipping her dress. Her small apartment melted away and Corsica felt her feet leave the ground. Or perhaps the ground had simply disappeared in the same way as the familiar four walls around her faded into obscurity. Either way, Corsica didn’t like it. She wasn’t afraid of heights, just falling from them. And that is exactly what this sensation now felt like; falling from very high up. Corsica hadn’t screamed since she was a little girl. She wasn’t even sure she could still do it as an adult. But she was screaming now. Screaming as the wind jostled her about and colors swirled around her.

To Corsica’s great relief, she did not crash into solid ground upon re-entry as she had begun to fear. Her feet simply realized that stable ground had returned just as mysteriously as it had vanished. As the wind and whirl of colors slowed, Corsica could just make out her unfamiliar surroundings. She was in a forest with soft moss and wildflowers beneath her feet. In the distance, the large stone remains of what was once a grand castle reflected the amber rays of a setting sun. Corsica saw two figures who apparently had been bathing in the waters not far from where she stood. They had seen her, had hastily dressed, and where on their way over to her position. Were they going to capture her? Or were they running to her aid? Corsica didn’t know, nor did she care. For at that very moment, she fell to the inviting earth and passed out.

Stay tuned… to be continued!