Hopeful Thinking, Part 1
After Sam opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was that the gray shades had washed away from his surroundings and color had come back to the world. However, that also meant that Sam was falling from the sky again, and he wasn’t alone. Pandora the 8th lay limp in his arms which he guessed was a side effect of him entering her mind without consent. She was unconscious, which meant his sister was no help to him in their shared predicament. Not that Pandora the 8th would have been helpful if she was awake. She was still a villain after all.
“Holy Zeus!” Sam screamed.
They were falling, falling—tumbling down toward the red-tinged grove below while Medea’s solar dragon chased after them from above.
Sam pressed his sister’s body to his just as he barrel-rolled away from the dragon’s outstretched claws. It missed them by a few feet, but the wind of the ancient horror’s passage caused Sam and his unconscious sister to plummet faster toward the earth.