[i]I didn't know it was physically possible to screw up so badly.[/i] Alphonse thought as he plummeted through the air. [i]Well, I guess anything's possible if we can have a demons, shamans, and a sentient being made entirely of light.[/i]

It had only been about 10 minutes after he had decided to search again, and he'd somehow ended up on what seemed to be the other side of the world. He was pretty sure that Norway didn't have a tropical climate. Maybe climate change had really done a number on Norway, or he was just really lost.

He had been in the alpine region where the school was supposed to be, but he thought he wasn’t in the right place and had started travelling again. He decided to go around the world a few times and see where it took him but he still couldn’t find the school. In the end he had decided to pick a random direction, turn himself into light and reform at random intervals to see if he was in the right place. A few trips later and he’d ended up in demon territory somewhere in the tropics.

He had killed a few demons but then their fallen angel leader had come out, he fought it and in the middle of the fighting he had apparently destroyed some kind of important religious monument because then the native shamans and warriors started coming after him. He dispatched them but they had enough time to cast some serious weather magic that created a massive tornado that spiralled him to the other side of the world and into the side of a mountain that looked awfully familiar.

[i]Goddammit.[/i] He thought. He picked himself off, dusted off the snow and sighed. [i]Sometimes I hate my powers.[/i] The worst thing of all was, he still didn’t know where he was. [i]Nothing for it I suppose, guess I’ll have to climb a few mountains.[/i]

A few mountains later and he still didn’t know where he was. A few more mountains after that and he realized he’d been going in circles. He was still back where he started.
“GOD, DAMMIT!!” He screamed in frustration. He angrily burst into his photon form and disappeared in a huge flash of light. If light could look angry, that flash would’ve been furious. He flew in random directions, mentally kicking himself for his stupidityhe wasn’t getting anywhere by doing this and sitting down and thinking would’ve been the best idea. He stopped in a random place without really looking and turned back into his physical form. He sat on a nearby rock and tried to think of a way to find out where exactly he was.

“Stupid mountains, they all look the same.” He muttered angrily to himself. “Why can’t they be different colours or something, they’re so hard to tell apart!” He looked around angrily, to try and vent on the mountains or something but he realised he wasn’t in the mountains anymore. He was in some sort of forest. “Where am I now?” He asked disdainfully. He decided to climb a tree and take a look. The sight that greeted him was: Just a whole bunch of samey looking trees with some more damn mountains in the background. He cursed under his breath. Why did everything look all the same anyway? It was as he was pondering this while sitting in the tree that he saw it.

“Is that…” he said. He wordlessly pulled out a picture he had in his pocket, a picture of his destination. He compared the image in his hand and the structure in the distance and he knew he had found it. He had found the Academy for the Gifted. “IT IS!” He exclaimed, “HELL YEAH!” He was so excited to finally be where he was supposed to be that he accidentally shifted into his photon form and shot quickly upwards. “Oh, whoops.” He quickly realigned himself and started rapidly travelling downwards, straight towards the school. It was so close he could practically taste it! The ground quickly rushed towards him and then he realized that he had forgotten to start turning back into his physical form. The photons that made up his body bounced straight back upwards, rebounding off of the solid surface of the courtyard.

Panicking, he quickly changed back into his physical form, his bright flash filling the sky, only to realize he was still 100ft off of the ground and falling fast. If he shifted right now, agitated as he was, he was probably going to end up in the stratosphere so he let himself fall; all the way down until he could see below him clearly. Luckily for him, the courtyard below was empty so that meant no one was at risk of splattering under his body. But that wasn't his only concern.
[i]Did I make the mass right? Did I make my face right? Is my top-hat still there? Wait. Is this going to hurt?[/i]
He didn’t know if he’d formed his body properly, usually he omitted the part of the brain that feels pain but perhaps he hadn’t. One way or another, he was going to find out.

His back collided with the paved courtyard with an almighty crack, the force breaking many of the tiles around him. Sharp bursts of pain raced through his body.

[i]God, dammit...[/i] He said to himself weakly, and then he passed out.