She began to fall helplessly through midair, flailing and screaming. The dust rushed up from the bottom of the canyon, chocking her and filling her eyes. Her mouth went dry as she tumbled uncomfortably. A gush of wind knocked her body sideways and she scraped against the side with a loud screech. Falling, falling. The ground getting nearer and nearer, and the heat. A loud scratching sound brought her to a halt, just above the ground. A raspy cough came out of her mouth as she tried to find the source of the stop. Suddenly, she felt a warm, soft shape under her and she heard a twig snap. As if nothing had happened in between, the rushing feeling came back. The wind blew her hair around her face like a mane and her eyes stung. The only difference was that this time she was on a horses back.
gonk End of chapter one.
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