The dropship sways dangerously as the pilot trys to correct for slipstream effects. Clutching the thin monofilament line doesn't do a lot for your stability, but at least it helps you concentrate. You risk a glance below - stupid thing to do, really, at this height, even after taking the anti-vertigo treatment - and you're rewarded with a glimpse of the ruins. Tantalisingly close, almost totally preserved. After all these years, to finally reach an intact Ancient site -
The line shears in your fingers, and in sudden slow-motion horror you watch the buckle, the support harness, your entire equipment pack come wrenching up and over your arms. The debris dangles gracefully in midair for the longest moment, then slides away out of reach as gravity takes over.
Your involuntary scream, drowned in the wind, turns to a jerking gasp as you fall through the jungle tree cover, rolling, sliding, and finally landing with a thud on solid ground -
The ground of the Ancients!
3rd place (out of 34) in the 3rd Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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