Kleen’s gray eyes emptily stared at the golden trinket on his left wrist, his thumb rubbing against the bottom edge of the circular device. Sitting dab in the middle of the currently crumbling transport ship, Kleen remained content feeling the cold metal rub against his skin. The second hand began its loop at the top of the watch, when Kleen removed his thumb. A thin line imprinted from the watch ran down the underbelly of his thumb.
Bodies moved quickly around Kleen grabbing items from the armory. Blue, red, green, and yellow backpacks left the shelves, terror etched in most of the faces grabbing these bags. Half of the way through its movement, the second hand turned upwards.
Twisting metal began to groan from the tension being put on the ship. 15 seconds. Some of the magicians gathered in groups. Others remained alone.
10
A shout as one person pounded on the Captain’s Door.
7
The ticking nose enveloped Kleen, his heart slowing to a standstill. He took a deep breath. His attributes were going to change at the worst of times.
3
An explosion rocked the ship and with the quick change in pressure ripped most out of the ship. Kleen woke from his stupor from the sudden force pulling him. Screams and cries and metal sighs turned to an icy silence. Kleen momentarily remained weightless, until the gravity of Carte began to pull him down. A stroke of luck really, for had they been any higher they would have landed as fluffs of ashes. A hearty smile spread across Kleen’s face, his previously empty eyes dancing with a fire of excitement. The adrenaline forced him to yell with joy. He spread his arms feeling the air whip past him.
Reaching the first layer of wet clouds reminded Kleen of his current predicament. Screaming a high-pitch cry past his ears, the whipping wind continued to grow louder, as Kleen continued to speed up. Trying to pull his left wrist to his face led to failure. The speed forced Kleen’s arms to his side. Shit
A beautiful green isle appeared ahead the moment he reached the edge of the clouds. But without knowing his attributes, Kleen would not be able to land safely. He aimed towards the water.
Don’t go headfirst in dumbass. You are going to break your neck
The echo of a time long past reminded Kleen of words his mother had given him after pushing him off a cliff. Sweat beaded across Kleen’s forehead. If he flipped too early, he would not be able to accurately aim. Too late and he would be fish-food for Sura in the water.
Turning his head to the right, a mountain rose from the lush isle. He pulled his legs in tight, readying to flip.
Dark water rose around Kleen, pain surging up through his body with it. Thankfully this was nothing like the “fun” times with his mom. His momentum finally subsiding, Kleen kicked slowly to the surface, until he bobbed with the waves. Even though the sun reflected off of the water, the 3 hands on his watch reminded him of the true time: 00:09 Current Universal Time. His attributes had been reset the moment he fell from the ship. In the middle of the watch 3 names appeared: Varuna, Vayu, Kubera. Just his luck. Any of those three would have helped him avoid the pain in his legs. He turned towards the isle, now a few miles in the distance.