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sight of the earth rushing up to meet him. He yelled in panic as he desperately willed himself to slide horizontally. His efforts were not in vain as he ceased his descent only to burst forward with incredible speed, setting off multiple sonic booms as he streaked over the land.
    He could make out the looming presence of an approaching mountain range just ahead. He knew he would impact them based on his heading and altitude. He needed to do something, and fast.
    Drawing upon willpower like never before, he forced himself to descend. To his growing distress and panic, he ascended. He strained as he tried to angle down and felt a sense of triumph as he slowly descended toward the desert floor. Buoyed by his success, he tried to slow down only to burst forward again with incredible speed.
    Then, with a sudden lurch, his body felt as if a giant hand had grabbed and flung him into the ground. The last thing he remembered was the ground rushing at him like a blur while the air before him shimmered and crackled as if he were looking through a window that was about to shatter.
    He impacted with a mighty roar. Dirt and debris flew everywhere as he plowed a trench into the earth.
    He came to a stop after what seemed like an eternity.
    He groaned as he tried to raise his head. Blood trickled from his nose, mixed in with dirt that was smeared across his face. He tried to look up at the night sky, but could only see blackness surrounding him.
    He passed out with his face planted into the ground.
    He woke up gradually as a thin strip of sunlight poured onto him. He tried to move his arms and legs, but the slightest effort made him wince with pain. He slowly pushed himself up from the ground and stood up, only to lean against a wall of dirt to support his wobbly legs. His head was pounding like a drum and the smell of moist dirt filled his nostrils.
    He looked around in confusion as he expected to see the wide expanse of the desert but instead found himself at the deep end of a trench made of dirt and mud that seemed to stretch forever in the opposite direction.
    He tried to recall the events from his foggy mind that led him here, but could only remember flying to the White Mountain to see the lights, the struggle in controlling his flight back home then the sudden acceleration ending with him impacting the ground.
    His head began to pound with a searing pain. He groaned loudly as he rubbed his temples and looked at the trench. He did this. How he survived the impact he couldn’t figure out.
    He needed to get out. The longer he stayed, the more nauseous he felt. He turned to face the earthen wall he was leaning against. He dug one hand into the soft soil, then another. He jammed a foot into the dirt and stepped up. He managed to get halfway to the surface when his strength gave out, and he tumbled to the ground. He cried out in frustration and was rewarded with another searing headache.
    Holding one hand to his head, he stood up and wobbled as he tried to maintain his balance. He thought about trying to fly out, but the mere idea made his head pound even harder. He couldn’t climb out, he just didn’t have the strength. He had only one option. Walk.
    He turned to face the length of the trench and saw how it gradually sloped up to the surface far off in the distance. He grimaced and started walking when a flash of wisdom came to him.
The beginning of a journey starts with a single step
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    With that thought echoing in his mind, he pushed forward. He plodded along for what seemed like the better part of a day as the pain in his head slowly faded away, only to come rushing back the very moment he thought about trying to fly. He stopped occasionally to lean against the side of the trench and rest. He swallowed and felt how dry his mouth was and began craving a drink of water.
    He looked up at the upper rim of the trench and could see blades of grass and roots from trees poking out. He had never really seen so much vegetation before. His world