The ground shook beneath me, and I felt that all-too-familiar pull—the one that had yanked me from my cozy apartment back on Earth into Mythica. My stomach lurched, and before I could even scream "Not again!" I was sucked into a vortex of swirling light and chaotic magic.
It was eerily similar to my first arrival here. Only this time, I wasn't brimming with excitement or naive curiosity. Nope. Just a resigned sense of doom. I was free falling into the unknown.
I screamed. Of course, I screamed. Who wouldn't?
"ARGHHHHHH!"
Five minutes later... Still free falling, still screaming.
"ARGHHHHHHHHH!"
About thirty minutes in, still free-falling.
By then, I was completely over it. I had screamed myself hoarse.
With a sigh, I crossed my arms, deadpanned, and waited for the inevitable splat. My voice, now as dry as my sense of humor, muttered, "I'd rather just get this over with."
