Falling.

Nothing can stop the uninevitable pull of gravity when you jump off a cliff. Of course, if I didn’t have to jump off the cliff, but if I hadn’t, the only difference in my fate is that I would already be dead.

Dead as the slaves behind me.

Dead as the family I left.

Dead in a world with magic, so unlike the technology I left behind.

The cruel irony overwhelmed my senses. Just five months ago I would have jumped off a cliff much like this one, full of despair and hoping to die. Now I was trying to save billions of strangers that didn’t know my name, my past, or where I came from.

Pain tore through me. It wasn’t physical pain. It was pain from the realization that I was about to die, and my purpose and hope along with me.

Now, in a strange new land with strange new people, I did not want to die. I wanted to live like I had never lived before. Live like I had something to live for, and I did now.

I focused on the one power granted to me in this world. I plea for help, using my head.

Below me, the screech of a dragon rose up towards me.