With my hands still covering my ears, I said, “I beg their forgiveness, I –”
Before I had the chance to continue, a disembodied hand reached down from above and dragged me up, away from the mist and up through the treetops. It pulled me through a body of water, and I was choking. My heart raced and my lungs burned with the effort of holding my breath. Would this ever end?
Moments later, I found myself on the ground, lying upon a carpet of fallen leaves. Soaked and trembling, I sputtered, then took in a long, deep breath of fresh autumn air. I was back in the Valley of the Fallen Kings, and the afternoon sun shone down.