Waist-deep in mud, Skyla can only look down in terror as she slowly sinks into the ground itself. Is this how it ends? A free trainer of the skies, doomed to die buried in earth? Skyla wasn't immune to the irony of it.
As she stares down at the thick mud, slowly approaching eye level, a white splotch splashes on the ground in front of her, and she feels something warm and gooey on her scalp. Looking upwards, she only now realizes that a large gooey creature had been standing just behind her. It bore a grin on its face that seemed more prankish than reassuring.
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