Falling and tumbling, the dark land rolled past them as they descended. They had just missed their beloved cat's scruff as the animal was dragged down in an animal's teeth. They could leave him to die, but had they known the burrow was like this within, they would've paused to think. They knew there had to be an end to this free fall. Had to be walls just beyond their fingertips. But yet they still fell. Their stomach in their throat and heart racing, they closed their eyes to the dark around them. Not that there was much difference between their open or closed eyes. Stay awake... stay... awake...
They opened their eyes. The world around them was lush and green, a whisper of wind twisting through the gnarled trees and the willow's trailing boughs. There was no sun, merely an implication it existed in some distant expanse of sky. Blossoms of pinks and ochre ladened with dew glittered in the forest's twilight. It would be beautiful, if theyd understood the significance of this glen. For this was Elysium, the final piece of 'untamed' wonderland and the last safe place for Magick. There was no indication from where they had fallen, simply the grass having been mat down where they'd lain. What was happening? And where was their cat?
