The gravity elexar lifting me off my feet
The soft hands of the element and my ancestors giving me power.
Rising and falling, crashing and booming
The source of life fighting, fearing, and trying to get the power
The order has been made
The life can spread across the desert
The surulioan colour fading away
One last drip pulling me up
The scent fades away
The real world is back
Poking it over, I’m nearly there
Just one more push
It’s appeared, I’m stepping through
Why am I not falling?
I open my eyes, she spoke
“The turtle Cory is in danger
The dark nocturnal… is hunting her down.