Prologue

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The engines came sputtering to a sickly stop.  The plane veers dangerously toward the ground and the pilot struggle with the critical situation as the ground get rapidly close and closer to the plane.  His mother frantically reaches toward him and cover his body to shelter him before the crashing came. Suddenly the plane jerks upright as it dives into the ground like a plow drawn by a workhorse, breaking through the soil.  It slide for what seem to be a half-mile. There is an explosion of dirt and turfs and some torn scraps of bushes and short shrubs.  He feels himself jerk forward before plunging back into his seat. The plane came to a sudden stop, as if someone had punched the brakes so hard. His head then strikes with something hard. Then there is a darkness.

When he came to, he struggled to become conscious, but the sharp pain didnt let him.  He fought with the pain and won the battle to remain awake.  He reaches out his hand toward his mothers seat and recoiled when his hand brushed against her body now cool to his touch.   He struggled to free himself from whats left of his seatbelt until he was free.  He at once reach toward his mother.  He checked her neck for a pulse, but there was none.  The impact broke her neck.  He had understood that their pilot had appeared to smash his head upon the dashboard so hard that the blow had killed him instantly. He was so in shock that he then fainted after.  Then when he came to later, he found himself by the pond.  He somehow got himself out of the wreck and crawled to the pond nearby where he later again had passed out.  

When he came to, he looks into a horses face.  The horse huffed in his face as if to inhale him. 

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