Amon didn't know how he got here. When he entered the pond, he felt a strong force sucking him in. He couldn't see anything, except for water rushing past him, or was it the other way around? Then, before he knew it, he was here, and he didn't know where here was.
He was standing on a vast grassland. A field of yellow grass stretched as far as his eyes could see. Above him, the sky was clear, dotted with beautiful clouds. The air felt refreshing and cool.
While the situation was weird, the weirdest thing of all was himself. The pain he felt a few seconds ago was gone. He looked at himself. There was no blood. He touched his head. No pain. No blood.
