Parcen Ellt fell through the cave and then straight through its floor, into another sunlight. Down he went, through the clouds tumbling, all the while still holding his bitter purple fruit. And then a tiny series of islands appeared out of the huge ocean beneath his falling body.
"Oh no!" Parcen screamed. "I don't even know what's going on and I'm going to die!" He let go his fruit, crossed his arms over his eyes, and began to wail, waiting for the end to come swiftly and without affair.
But he didn't die or even explode when he hit the ground. No, Parcen landed in the sand as if he had fallen six inches, at most.
"How do you like that?" he asked himself. "Just fine, thank you," he thought to answer.
Parcen stood up and looked around, because he was sure someone was going to be there laughing at him, revealing the big joke. But there was no one.
"Alright..." the pilot said slowly, scared to move too quickly and disturb his surroundings. "Maybe if I just..."
Parcen took a step forward, and the world then slowly shifted, so that he was back in the same place he had been before. He took another step forward, and then, again, the sands shifted and the trees moved and the islands swayed and the ocean swelled, and the world moved around him, and he was back where he had been before. To try and trick the world, he ran ten feet, in leaps and bounds. But the world wasn't going to be so easily tricked. It slid up, all cool and collected, right back to put Parcen where he had been before.
"What if I go backwards?" he thought aloud, and then tried as much. He found that not only did the world not move to put him back in place, it actually stretched out, to move him even farther back than he had gone himself.
"Huh," Parcen wondered. "Is it which way I'm facing?" he thought, and then tried moving backwards but also looking backwards. That must have been the trick, because it sent the world sliding back to right underneath him. "What if I look up?" he wondered. He did so, and then fell through the sand, and out into another sunlight altogether.
"Hmmm..." he wondered as he fell. "I don't imagine this will hurt..."
He hit the sand, and it didn't.
"This is all... incredibly strange," Parcen admitted. "I must be dead or insane. Though, if this were death, a lot of religious people would have to rethink things. Let's see... Try looking... Down?"
And he did, and then fell up, straight through the second island he had seen, up through the clouds again, and then into the cave, where he rose to about mid-cave height, and then fell again, this time actually hitting the ground this time. And it was painful.
"Well. Never been happier to be on solid ground," Parcen groaned as he stood up. "Now... about this cave..."
The cave was criss-crossed and zig-zagged by enormous crystals, of bright and dark blue, and green and amber, and longer and wider than the biggest trees Parcen had ever seen.
"I sort of wish I had gone into something other than aviation," the waylaid pilot sighed, scratching his head as he looked around the cave at the other-worldly formations and wondered how he'd ever get out.
TO BE CONTINUED