Edan, #FF8040 He was flying, or at least he thought he was flying, for his feet hovered off the ground and his arms were spread out on either side of him. He wasn't on firm ground, but floating through a mixture of strange colors that flashed before his eyes and moved in confusing patterns all around him, making him dizzy and disoriented. What was going on? What was happening? Was this a dream? Suddenly the whole place seemed to shake around him, and the flying colors began to shatter, cracks breaking out all around him. Someone was calling to him, but their voice was too far for it to be heard, and his body began turning wildly. Out of control. Everything grew more confusing, the colors all around him as more cracks appeared, but he didn't know what was what and where exactly everything was, his spiraling body making it near impossible to tell what was going on. There was a loud cracking sound, like a huge class wall shattering right next to his ear, then there was a bright light, growing brighter and brighter. Then there was darkness. ---------- It was cold, and it was wet, not to mention a little noisy. Edan could feel small drops of water pelting him, and a wind blew strongly against him, sending a cold chill through his body. His eyes slowly began to open, but he might as well of had anchors chained to his eyelids, hardly able to keep them open. His mind felt as though it was plunged deep into a never ending darkness, trying to drag itself up to the surface, but it was only being dragged back under. He was down and out, unable to twitch even a finger, so was forced to lay in his cold and harsh weather. From what he could tell from his half closed eyelid, the sky was dark with rain falling heavily from above, and lightning cracked across the sky. Distant thunder soon followed, and Edan spotted some trees blowing in the wind, the leaves rustling against their branches. The clouds looked far darker than any cloud he had ever seen, looming over him with an ominous feeling. as though they knew something far darker than he knew. Just where was he? What was going on? He couldn't. His mind was sinking into the deep slumber again, and no matter how hard he tried to fight it, his eyelids began to close. He couldn't go back to sleep. He had to know what was going on, where he was, and why he was here. But it was no use, and soon he was drifting unconscious again, passing right out. He was left alone in the middle of nowhere, caught in the middle of a storm, and he was out like a light. Things couldn't possibly get worse.