Mind or Matter

Mark wasn't feeling very good. Floating in and out of blackness. Every time he regained his senses he learned something more. He knew that he had all his limbs. That's where the good news ended. He was on fire, and falling. FAST. So fast in fact, that mark was pretty sure the fire was a cause of him entering the atmosphere, too fast. This was turning out to be the worst dream/nightmare ever. It didn't really concern Mark that he was falling fast enough to be catching on fire. The fire didn't hurt, though that could have been because his nervous system wasn't working the best. For a split second Mark saw the tops of trees. Then he heard a loud boom and darkness.

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Mark's vision swam. He could vaguely see tree's, all around him. When Mark's vision returned he could see a bird, sitting on a tree top, staring at him. But... this bird... wasn't normal... it was on fire! Had it been too close to him when he fell here? No,no Mark himself wasn't on fire anymore, and nothing else seemed to be. Even the tree the bird sat on seemed unaffected.

Mark face palmed. The bird wasn't on fire. It was just coloured that way. Mark relaxed now that he knew he hadn't killed an innocent bird. Despite rarely seeing them, Mark loved animals. The bird suddenly flapped it's wings and began to fly away. It flew over him, as he watched it fly into the distance.

After the bird disappeared behind the trees Mark finally took notice of his surroundings. He was in a hole. Well it was more of a crater. He was in the middle of a clearing in a forest. Mark looked himself over. He didn't appear to be injured. The sun hung high above, directly above Mark, indicating that it was probably noon. The thought that this was just a dream was becoming more implausible by the second, but Mark was praying that it was. He had only been in a forest once before in his life, and didn't know much about surviving being stranded in a forest. He got up and walked out of the crater. On any side of him was trees. After taking a moment to try and get his bearings he decided to go in the same direction the bird flew off in. This decision had no ground in any facts. Mark just never was good at making decisions.

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Mark still hadn't come across anything other than trees and plants, no signs of human life. He decided to continue in this direction because he had already come so far. He was starting to get hungry, and thirsty. And to top it off he was starting to panic. He had never been in this kind of situation before. He needed to find some food, and water, and shelter. Things were not looking good. Mark had officially given up hope of this being a dream. It was too real. Mark was kind of glad he was alone, so if he had a nervous breakdown no one would be around to see it. Mark had been walking for sometime. He was tired. It wouldn't hurt anything if he just took a break to rest would it?

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Mark was once again walking. In the distance he could see a clearing in the distance. He would have ran to it, but this was the most he had ever walked and he didn't have the energy to run it. So Mark slowly trudged toward the clearing. Once at the edge of the clearing he realized that it wasn't a clearing but the end of the forest! From where he stood he could see a cottage. It was at this moment Mark realized that his vision was swimming. He could feel the energy rapidly leave his body. As he stumbled toward the cottage the only things he could make out, other than the blob of green that was the cottage and the surrounding grass, was a two smaller blobs near the cottage, one was a dancing yellow and pink blob. And the other was seemingly every colour of the rainbow. The last thing mark heard before his world went black was a slightly boyish, but still feminine voice say,

"Umm Fluttershy?"