Peter

A sharp pain came across Peters back as he was thrown onto the soft grass of the island. Peter sqeeuzed his eyes shut and rolled over in the pain as he tryed to gather his senses as to what just happened. Peter calmed himself and listened to the sounds around him, it did not take him long to hear the fireworks going overhead. He would deny if asked but for the next few moments a wave a fear came over Peter as he never heard of or seem fireworks before and he instantly asssumed he was in the midst of battle and had fallen of his horse or knocked down by some valiant opposition.

His mind telling him not to do it for it feared to know what the situation was, Peter forced his eyes open and was met by a wave of flashing yellow lights, not unsimilar to those made by gunpowder. What Peter found odd, although also incredibly relieving, however was that these flashes of gunpowder were being directed not across the feild as you would find in war but instead into the sky, as if the assilants wished to besiege the sky itself. Tearing his eyes away from the battle in the sky he examined the rest of surrondings and all fear was swept away as he saw that he was in no battle but rather some strange a foregin festival with a multitude of people in curious clothing.

"MY LEG!!!"

Peter stood up and spun his head back and forth in a attempt to figure out what just happened. Could the man crying in pain be a casulty from the sky battle? Perhaps more imporantly if there was a battle being waged in the sky why were these people in this festival acting so calmly? There was only one way to find out and Peter made his way to the now small crowd gathered around the man to do so.