"Slow down you eejit! You're gonna kill yourself!" his voice was strong but the warning was lost on the wind. Sam Windfall's feet pounded the hard dirt at full speed. His sister Julia raced ahead. Vaulted over a fallen log and under a low hanging branch, her pace never slowing. Sam slid through the small space the arc of the log made with ground, jumped and grabbed a hold of the low hanging branhc and with the grace of an olympic gymnast flung himself onto an upper branch of the great oak tree. His feet moved in perfect harmony, maintaining his balance on the shaking tree and moving him at great speed. He reached the end and leapt, soaring, and landing in roll, now only feet behind Julia.
She let loose a wild, animalistic, laugh and dodged sideways into a cornfield. Her long golden hair trailing behind her.
"OY!...not...cool!" But his voice was lost between quick breaths. He dived in behind her, tall stalks of corn whipping at his thin frame. Panting hard he threw himself through row after row of corn, searching for his elusive sister. But she was no where to be found in the thick field. He slowed, and stopped, catching his breath and listening hard.
The air was quiet, even the birds seemed to have gone silent to aid him in his search. The only sound was his own breath; he forced himself to slow, to allow himself the space to listen. But there was nothing, not a movement, not a breath, silence. She seemed to have disappeared completely.
A gentle breeze passed though the field rustled the leaves of a nearby, tree breaking the silence. His snapped in that direction and he bolted towards it. A top branch jerked, causing a small pile of autumn leaves to rain down, while a gold blur fell to the ground and took off into the field. Sam Windwall grinned in determination and urged his legs faster. He had to admire the girls ability.
She let loose a wild, animalistic, laugh and dodged sideways into a cornfield. Her long golden hair trailing behind her.
"OY!...not...cool!" But his voice was lost between quick breaths. He dived in behind her, tall stalks of corn whipping at his thin frame. Panting hard he threw himself through row after row of corn, searching for his elusive sister. But she was no where to be found in the thick field. He slowed, and stopped, catching his breath and listening hard.
The air was quiet, even the birds seemed to have gone silent to aid him in his search. The only sound was his own breath; he forced himself to slow, to allow himself the space to listen. But there was nothing, not a movement, not a breath, silence. She seemed to have disappeared completely.
A gentle breeze passed though the field rustled the leaves of a nearby, tree breaking the silence. His snapped in that direction and he bolted towards it. A top branch jerked, causing a small pile of autumn leaves to rain down, while a gold blur fell to the ground and took off into the field. Sam Windwall grinned in determination and urged his legs faster. He had to admire the girls ability.
He burst through a row of high corn and saw the shape of his sister bolting down the steep hill. He took off, legs burning, but his determination to finally beat her kept him running.
Crack The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, a dull throb cutting through his temple. All he could see was sky, but it seemed odd, out of focus, shimmering, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He tried to move, but his body refused his orders, remaining motionless in the tall grass. The dull throb in his temple flared into a spliting pain, and the world went black.
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