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Crescent Winter had always been a light sleeper. Ever since her accident, she could never sleep too deeply. So it was no wonder that she awoke to the sound of something outside. The summer breeze wafted in through an open window, the curtains whispering in the pur of woozy heat. A fan beside her bed rotated back and forth to keep the air from growing too stiff. Still, it was not the breeze nor the fan that awoke her. It was the sound of something outside, a crackle like lightning that could be heard so clearly Cress almost thought she dreamed it. She sat upright, hair askew in bed head and with a sleepy gaze glanced out the window, where something starkly rought the tiredness from her eyes.
"E-Ellie?" Cress whispered, her cousin walking, as though in a trance, towards a light. With a hasty breath, Cress nearly tripped pulling off the covers. She ran down the steps, kicking off the blanket that clung to her and shoving her feet into the first pair of shoes she could find at the door, thick soled leather boots. Quickly Cress ran across the tall, grassy field of Sierra, California. "Ellie!" Cress called, shoving flowers and plants out of her gaze. "Ellie!" Her cousin stepped into the lake that hung at the edge of the property, unresponsive to Cress's call. "Ellie, hang on!" Cress screamed, leaping into the lake, water sopping into her boots. She swam towards where her cousin stood, now chest deep.
"Ellie, what's gotten into you?" Cress asked, grabbing her arm. In a flash of something like lightning and a clap of thunder that deafened her, Cress felt herself become weightless. At the very same moment, pain filled her entire body with the likes of which she had never felt before. She cried out in pain, back arching, neck aching, blood spurting from her lips from the intensity of it. Just as quickly as it had started, it ended. The entire world came back into focus long enough for Cress to realize that she was falling, yes, falling. Her eyes widened and she flailed, attempting to right herself in mid-air, but her efforts were in vain. Ellie! Where was she? Her dear cousin, Cress looked around, but Ellie was nowhere to be seen.
The ground was coming towards her faster. Her clothes were dry, as though she had not just been swimming in a lake at two in the morning. It was day light here, but where was here? "I'm gonna die!" She screamerd, colliding with something hard. Pain shot stars through her vision, the entire world a haze for but a moment. Slowly, Cress pried one eye open, then the other. She was not dead, no, Cress was still very much alive and depiste her disbelief, the pain in her arm was enough to make her wish she had died upon impact. It was twisted behind her at an odd angle, clearly broken in several places. Therefore, her first spoken words to her savior was nothing but a scream of pain and hysteria.
The most Cress could do was gasp and pant until the shock wore off. The girl introduced herself as Aya, a Rubble? Cress did not understand what that meant, but Aya asked for her name. "C-Cr-Crescent Winter. M-most people call me Cress," she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out in pain again. She was wearing nothing but her pajamas and her hiking boots, any evidence of Sierra Nevada California completely erased. What had happened? What was that large flash of lightning? And where was this place? "Are we... floating?" Cress asked, suddenly realizing that they were moving in the air. She wiped at her eyes with her good arm, wondering if this was some sort of fever dream.