Fight the hero? (1)
'Where am I?'
Ard woke to cold air rushing past his face.
For a moment, there was only sky.
Endless blue stretched above him, clouds drifting lazily across his vision—so close he could feel their chill brush against his cheeks, damp and fleeting like breath. The wind roared in his ears, and his body felt… wrong as if he was inverted.
He tried to move.
But he couldn't.
Apparently, he was indeed inverted.
'Is this a dream?'
Soon, a little bit of panic flared as he realized he was bound. There were thick leather straps wrapped tightly around his torso, arms, and legs. But then it didn't seem to be a dream as his vision finally tilted downward and his breath caught.
Below him was nothing but open air where he could see a great overview of the world up from what seemed to be white mist…
