"Alright Ambassador... you are our third attempt to communicate with the world on the other side. Reports we have received is the alien world is inhabited by creatures claimed to be dragons.. and they certainly look the part. We don't know what happened to the first two attempts.. other than there was a huge energy backlash from the portal. We were forced to find a new portal coordinate to lock onto. Luckily for us, you are expendable. Succeed in this, you come back a hero. Fail.. Well.. you were on your third strike, your lucky we didn't just toss you out of the city and be done with it. Good luck."
"Activating portal...."
The feeling of being torn apart was unbearable, like every atom in the body was being stripped away, and the Ambassador could feel every last bit of it. Suddenly, flashes of light, as if travelling through a tunnel explainable in any human terms.. It was beautiful, but scary at the same time. Suddenly, the feel of grass could be felt, as the Ambassadors mind tried to pull itself together, to remember who he.. or she.. was...
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