"Mayday, mayday! This is aircraft N70X! Does anyone copy?!" Static met the pilot's pleas as the plane careened to the side again. "Dammit! Sanders, take control! I have to talk to our passengers." His hands were shaking with fear and the movements of the plane as he took a hold of the radio. "Attention, passengers. We are unable to contact New York National Airport. We are experiencing disturbances in our communication. However, we please ask that you remain calm. We may land in the ocean, over the New Jersey Bight, but with your cooperation, we can keep casualties down to a minimum. Thank--" The radio stopped working as the plane suddenly slammed upward, as if it were stuck in an updraft. The pilot slipped down the aisle, scrabbling for a handhold. A passenger grabbed his arm and kept him from sliding farther. Screams and shouts echoed in the cab as the plane performed barrel rolls in the roiling wind. It leveled out for a few seconds, and the pilot scrambled toward the cockpit to find his co-pilot, Sanders, struggling with the yoke. The pilot helped him, and they were able to keep the plane stable for longer than a minute. "Is it over?" Sanders whispered. "I... I don't--" The plane flipped sideways, and the black clouds in front of them parted to reveal a floating island. "What the hell...? How is that even possible?" "Captain, should we land?" "No, get us out of here! We need to contact the tower. Get them on the line now!" the pilot shrieked at Sanders, but their reprieve was short lived as invisible winds rocked the plane every which way. The hulking metal aircraft was trapped in the gales, and then it grew too close to the island for Sanders to pull down or up on the control yoke. The tip of the plane's wing clipped the edge of the island and flipped forward, sending the pilots and their passengers flying around. The plane spun around in the air before it bashed into a group of tall trees. Sanders groaned and unhooked the seat belt from his chest. "Cap-Captain?" he stuttered before finding a broken hole in the airplane's wind shield. Blood spattered the tips, and Sanders turned his head to look around. The trees they had landed on top of had green strips of bark with bright blue and red leaves and pieces of pink fruit. Looking out over more of them, he saw they ranged all over the color spectrum, and none of them were quite alike. "What is this place?" he asked himself before remembering the passengers. The plain had landed upright with a plume of black smoke curling from the broken wing. It made it easier to walk, if there weren't punctured holes in the bottom. "Hello? Is anyone alive?" he asked, and pained moans answered him. ~ "Sir, there's smoke out in the Rain-Bowed Forest." "I see it. Thank you. Gather the rest of the scouting squad and tell them to be ready to fly now." The man nodded and flew away, white wings flapping in sync. The other Cloudi sighed, surveying the smoke. He'd been afraid this would happen. The humans would get careless and crash into their beautiful home. The sound of feathers rustling and landing made him turn. A group of six Cloudi men awaited his orders. All of them had wings, some with talons on their feet. They all had cloth armor and swords at their sides. "Let's go. We need to investigate this disturbance." They nodded, and they took off, ready for whatever these humans would throw at them.