Tom’s knuckles were frost white as he clenched the stick of his aircraft. He sank lower and lower as the flaming engine in front of him struggled to keep him in the air. The Pilot could hear the massive radial sputtering and popping, he knew it wouldn’t last much longer, he needed to find a place to land and fast. Unfortunately for him the only thing he could see was trees and mountains, no fields, no lakes, nothing, he had no choice but to keep going and pray a landing spot appeared.
Tom flew further and further and his aircraft sunk lower and lower, he was starting to see the trees is his peripherals, a sign that his Corsair would end up hanging from one of them if he didn’t find a landing spot fast. In the distance Tom spotted a small plume of smoke rising up above the trees like a beacon of hope. Everyone knows where there’s smoke there’s fire, and fires typically came from chimneys which meant there might be a clearing with a house where that small plume of smoke was, it was a long shot but at this point the desperate pilot was out of options.
Tom yanked his aircraft in the direction of the smoke and said a quick prayer as he got closer and closer to the clearing. Tom heard the treetops smacking against the wings of his fighter and braced himself just in time for the crash. The Corsair smashed into the trees shearing the wings off and bending the massive prop as it plowed through. Tom’s windscreen filled with green until it was suddenly replaced with a blanket of snow as the plane barreled into the clearing and smashed into the soft snowy field below.
What the desperate pilot hadn’t considered was that this particular region of the Mage Kingdom was littered with Witches and Sorcerers who had been exiled for their use of dark magic, and it was likely whoever lived in the house next to his wrecked aircraft wouldn’t be interested in taking the Mach Pilot prisoner, but rather they would more than likely give in to whatever dark tendency had corrupted their mind.
