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All Crash, No Burn [Intro]
Jul. 24th, 2015 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pyromanneredChandra landed hard and staggered into a tree in the dark. She caught herself on it, slumped against the wonderful stability of something solid and real, and panted. Everything, especially her head, hurt. It hadn’t been the worst planeswalk of her career, but not by much and she shuddered with delayed terror. How did she get here? She couldn’t remember entering this plane, couldn’t remember what felt like several hours back at all.
It didn't matter. Chandra closed her eyes for a moment, leaned her head against the bark, and gave a choking laugh because she was still alive. Still battered and exhausted and not a little pissed off, but alive. No mysteries could ruin that important detail.
The disorientation was fading, at least, and Chandra straightened to better assess where she’d landed. She was on a mountain, more of a large hill but close enough. The faint but familiar pulse of red mana resonated under her feet. Good. Chandra wasn’t strong enough to return to Regatha and definitely wasn’t strong enough for another running battle for her life, but if something attacked her she’d at least have fuel for her fire.
A high place like this would be good to get the lay of whatever plane she’d stumbled into, all the better to plan her next move. She climbed to the crest of the hill and stopped cold.
Below the hills stretched a vast, glimmering city. Chandra could not see the end of it. Thousands of points of light traced the hard edges of impossibly tall buildings and broad, winding streets, all together casting a bright haze that drove the stars from the night sky. Nothing, not a single one of the strange worlds Chandra had seen, had ever been like this.
The planeswalker looked out from the Hollywood Hills over Los Angeles and could only stare.
It didn't matter. Chandra closed her eyes for a moment, leaned her head against the bark, and gave a choking laugh because she was still alive. Still battered and exhausted and not a little pissed off, but alive. No mysteries could ruin that important detail.
The disorientation was fading, at least, and Chandra straightened to better assess where she’d landed. She was on a mountain, more of a large hill but close enough. The faint but familiar pulse of red mana resonated under her feet. Good. Chandra wasn’t strong enough to return to Regatha and definitely wasn’t strong enough for another running battle for her life, but if something attacked her she’d at least have fuel for her fire.
A high place like this would be good to get the lay of whatever plane she’d stumbled into, all the better to plan her next move. She climbed to the crest of the hill and stopped cold.
Below the hills stretched a vast, glimmering city. Chandra could not see the end of it. Thousands of points of light traced the hard edges of impossibly tall buildings and broad, winding streets, all together casting a bright haze that drove the stars from the night sky. Nothing, not a single one of the strange worlds Chandra had seen, had ever been like this.
The planeswalker looked out from the Hollywood Hills over Los Angeles and could only stare.