Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-31749612-20180312064319/@comment-30700719-20180312125419

(Heh. Reminds me of that fanfic, Skies Above. Of course, this is probably inspired from it.)

I glanced around in shock before banking to the right, turning around to head back to the airfield. "There's no such things as dragons...dragons are just incorrectly labeled dinosaurs...wait, that's not right. Humans weren't around in the time of dinosaurs..." I pitched down a few metres, checking my instruments periodically. The poor plane seemed fit to tear itself apart in this weather. Suddenly, I saw a puff of orange light in the storm, then another. It seemed to be heading north-northeast, so I lost altitude and followed it. The light appeared to be guiding me somewhere...My instruments told me I was too far from the airfield, so I guess I had to trust this will-o'-the-wisp-like fire to guide me. Sure enough, a flat field came into view, stretching on for kilometre after kilometre. I gently set the nose down and cut the throttle, the landing gear bouncing along the ground. "Can't land, gotta go around," I muttered, before putting the throttle to about a quarter and pulling up to make another pass. Of course, that's when I saw the scaled wings. I pulled back hard on the yoke, practically flying straight up before leveling off. "What the..." My hand slipped off the yoke, and for a brief second, I saw the ground rushing up to meet me. I panicked, banked hard. I barely managed to miss the ground. The storm seemed to alleviate just a fraction; enough for me to land. I hit the dirt and bumped along, slowly coming to a stop. Shutting down the engine, I sat backwards in the cockpit, breathing heavily. "Next time...check the weather..." I fell forwards and slept.