Hurtling sideways through the ether of the Shadowland while holding onto the rear bumper of an F-150 Ford pick-up truck is not, by any stretch of the imagination, the easiest place to try and summon up the concentration needed to open a portal to the ‘normal’ world.
When you add in the complications of needing to open a portal large enough for a truck to go through and the concern for the safety of the occupants—and of any potential bystanders who might be nearby—the task only got harder.
But it was absolutely critical that I find a way to solve this problem in a way that left open the possibility for a safe landing.
My one advantage, other than sheer desperation, was that working with the Shadow was extremely easy in the Shadowland itself.
So, ignoring the precarious position that I found myself in, I began weaving the strands of Shadow together into a web-like bubble. I was careful not to seal it up completely until I had some idea of where we would land.
Before I could seal the bubble and activate the portal, I experimented by throwing out tendrils of Shadow to slow our momentum and orient the whole bubble in what I hoped would be the right direction. The sheer mass of the truck and its contents and the speed with which it was traveling, made the task nearly impossible to accomplish in the short time that we had.
After several fitful attempts at getting us oriented, I sealed the portal, closed my eyes, and prayed.
The jarring, crunching impact of the truck threw me into the air, spinning as I went flying.
The front end of the vehicle crumpled up, just as it was designed to do, as it plowed into the trunk of a thick tree. Before I landed myself, I did note that the airbags deployed before anyone’s head smashed through windshield.
My own first impact took place about twenty five feet away and fifteen feet above theirs. It also happened upside down and backwards as I slammed into the tree trunk ass first. Just as that impact registered with a loud cracking sound, I began the slide down through the spindly branches of the now-destroyed tree to land head first in a bush.
By the time I managed to get on my feet and look back to the truck, I saw the passenger door being pushed open by a grumpy looking black bear. Jim wrenched open the drivers door, pulling off his cap as he wiped away the trickle of blood oozing from his nose. Ravyn quickly followed him, bouncing out unscathed, but none too pleased at having a second near-death experience within 12 hours of her first…
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You do realize we don't have an unending supply of eggs here right?
*borrows Jim's hat and beats you around the head with it*
Geez Rusty, give us a break! Hope we won't need a quick get away in something with wheels.
It's not Rusty's fault. He did what he could under the circumstances.
But as for the &*#$@ who generated that storm ...
Of course, you realize this means war.
Weren't you the one who was just complaining about the invalidated warranty?
This isn't going to do much for that warranty, or for that matter your insurance rates...
Of course it means war - they did more than just generate that storm, in case you've forgotten :-P
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