The Unicorn gallops off with you on its back
There is a blackness around you. The smells are different from
before. Suddenly, almost too suddenly, there is a light in front of
you. A flashbug. You grab the flashbug and look around you in awe.
The unicorn you were riding lies next to you as a sleeping winged
centaur. Where are you, anyway? I haven't heard of such magic
anywhere else. You must be in Xanth!
You wonder who you might be, and then where you might be in the
wonderful land of Xanth. Looking down, you notice that you are still
human. Well, that's a relief. But are you Mundanian or a native-born
Xanth? In your fall, you might have become the other. It would be
much more fun roaming Xanth as a Xanth native, with at least some
magical talent.
Look around! Or, if you choose, wake up the winged centaur, who
actually seems to be Cynthia Centaur! Maybe you should try to produce
some magical talent with your concentration.
The unicorn gallops and buckles, much like an angry horse. It rides
increasingly swiftly towards a cliff. You can't get off, and let out
an instinctive scream as you fly over the cliff with the unicorn, and
see...
