The air was as cold as ice as he fell to the bottom of that insanely large pit. A scream of terror escaped his lips. The sound seemed to slow him down, it was as though a bobble of sound was forming around him. He slowed, then he screamed to a halt, he was an inch from hitting the bottom of the pit. But if he had continued falling he wouldn’t even have got a cut. He slowly began to float upwards. Gaining speed he floated to the top. The blue leaves shone silver in the moon light, as his foot touched the ground, adorned in blue grass. Suddenly a light appeared in the sky, bathing his face in a soft golden light. He walked to the edge of the pit, to look down. As his foot touched the ground the earth fell away from his feet, his hand closed on thin air as he tried to hold onto a tree branch. But as he fell one of the tree’s roots made its self present. He held onto the tree branch desperately hanging for dear life, as a loud crash met his ears. He looked down at his feet and nearly fainted at the sight that met his eyes, a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Hot. Boiling. Lava. The lava jumped up to meet him, just as the heat from the lava made his hands slip with sweat, and he fell and was never seen again.