She bent forward, flipping over her long auburn hair so she could better gather the unruly curls into a high ponytail. That done she put on her headphones. Plugging the headphone jack into her cell, she switched on her jogging playlist.

She zipped up her hoodie and blew out a few puffs of air to test if she could see her breath. Not yet. It was still warm enough that she could get away with black jogging sweat pants and her light blue hoodie. A few more weeks and it would be time to switch to the treadmill.

She started off with a quick walk before working into a steady jog. Once her body began to warm from the effort, she came to enjoy the cool air touching her cheeks and nose, turning them pink. The trail she was on this morning was her usual one. It was tucked behind a housing development but felt like a world of its own, a wooded area that followed along a small river.

As she was nearing her usual turn around point, she spotted a strange glow a little off the trail. It shimmered in and out, almost a neon green. She wondered if she was imagining things. For a moment, she debated what to do. It would probably be smartest to head back. Her husband would be getting ready to leave for work soon, and she always liked to be there to say good-bye.

Yet…

What was the worst it could be? It was probably something strange hanging on a tree that was catching the morning sun. That would explain the flickering quality. Perhaps it might be some interesting trinket for her to bring home. A quick look couldn't hurt.

Stepping off the trail, she made her way through the trees. It was further than she'd expected and she almost turned back more than once. However, something seemed to urge her forward. Some nagging push in the back of her mind telling her to keep going.

When she got there, she saw it was not some trinket in a tree. It was beautiful and unlike anything she'd ever seen before. The closest thing it looked like was if you slice into a piece of thick cloth, but it was all light. It was also in the air, which was completely impossible.

She wondered if she was losing it. The music in her ears changed to the song "Run Boy Run." She smirked at the thought of the song being some sign. If this, thing, was really here she probably should run from it. Instead, she pulled her headphones from her ears resting them on her neck.

She moved towards the light reaching a hand out. She wanted to know if it was solid or liquid or… her fingers touched, and a jolt ran through her arm. The light pulsed and surrounded her blinding her from the brightness of it.

Suddenly she was thrown into something jagged and hard. She hit on her right side. The breath knocked out of her; she heard a sickening crack as pain shot in sharp waves through her body.

She moved to her back and just stayed there eyes closed. The pain throbbed through her so strongly it made her shake. Gingerly she tried moving her right arm. Though it hurt, she could move it well enough so likely just bruised. Next she moved her right leg to test the hip; it seemed the same as the arm. Given how much difficulty she was having taking full breaths, she feared her ribs had not fared so well.

Phone. Call for help.

Her headphones were still on her neck, so she moved her left hand to feel for their cord. Pulling it, she was relieved to feel the cell still attached, bringing the screen up in front of her face she opened her eyes and looked.

It wasn't broken, but there was no signal. That didn't make any sense she hadn't had any trouble with it here in the past. Of course, the stupid cell company would have issues now. The haze of pain made it hard to think, but she knew she'd have to get up and try to make it to her car.

She took the headphone jack out of her phone and removed the headphones from around her neck. Wrapping the cord around the headphones, she set them to the side. Then she slipped her phone into her pocket.

Trying to take as deep a breath as her ribs would allow she prepared to sit up. A snowflake fell into her eye making her blink in irritation.

Snowflake? Wait there hadn't been any snow.

She forced herself to focus through the pain and looked around. The woods were gone. There were no trees, just a constant flurry of snowflakes. Oh, and a giant green tornado looking hole in the sky along with, what appeared to be, huge boulders just floating.

This wasn't happening. Not happening. She'd clearly hit her head and…that most be it. This was some concussion-induced illusion.

Clenching her teeth she set up quickly pain hitting her hard enough that she let out a cry. Her vision went hazy. She squeezed her eyes shut and let the pain wash over her, forcing herself to remain conscious.

Clanking could be heard getting closer followed by voices, "What is… another one!? Maker's breath, how many are there?"

She felt cold steel under her chin. Opening her eyes again, she waited for the spots in her vision to disappear. When she was able to see clearly again, it only added to her confusion. Soldiers surrounded her, but they looked like they came off some movie set. They wore shining armor and held swords to her.

"Don't move!"

As if she could.

"This one looks funny. What's she wearing?"

She looked funny, honestly.

"How should I know? We should take her to the dungeon like the other one. Seeker Pentaghast can decide what to do with her from there."

"Where…" Her voice came out barely a whisper. She couldn't think straight, and she was shaking.

One of the soldiers reached down pulling out a rope and binding her wrists tightly. She imagined the bindings would hurt if she weren't already so overwhelmed by the pain shooting through her.

When she was bound two of the soldiers pulled her up. She let out a cry as they moved her. Another wave of pain washed through her followed by blissful nothingness.