Falling.
I was falling.
I was falling through the cold sky towards the winter below.
My conscious mind had not yet activated.
I knew I was falling. I didn't care. I was in meditation. I was inside my mind and everywhere in the world, I had been all at once.
Suddenly, I was blindsided.
Severely hit, as if I was standing in front of a speeding locomotive.
A streak of red flashed through the sky and slammed into me, sending me flying forward, awake now, hurting, and astounded by my predicament.
Fear? No. Arrogance? No.
For the first time in my existence as a man, a boy, a Dragonite, or even a dragon; I felt a center. A center of existence that allowed to me hurriedly decide my actions.
I used my fire generation to excel my descent to the earth, and once I was close enough, I change the trajectory of my blasts to the ground to slow my descent.
