Tarc sat it a triangle, laying on his stomach, sunny at his feet, Quail his head.
    "Good." Barricuda said looming over them. "Now be calm, and slam your face into the dirt. You'll see what happens."
    Tarc, Sunny, and Quail raised their heads, slamming them down. Tarc gasped as he fell into another realm.
    He looked around, not seeing Sunny or Quail. He sat down on the cold yellow ground looking around at the barren landscape.
    Nothing but him. He was alone. Scared. And alone.
    "God dangit." He mumbled to himself.
Shite. He thought feeling a horn stab him in the side, sending him flying through the misty air.
He looked over at whatever attacked him. He saw only the blurry outline of an Irish Elk. That's worse. He complained in his mind.
     It charged, he desperately tried to summon his weapon, but to no avail. The antlers hit him in the chest, not going deep enough to kill him.
     He screamed, hitting his head on the ground, nearly concussing himself.

     "Tarc!" He heard Sunny's screams, seeing her face. "Tarc! Tarc what happened in there!"
     He let out a desperate puff of air.