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“I’ll be here. On the grassy knoll.” Next, on the inclined broken line in the figure, what would be the hypotenuse of the triangle, he draws – with rather impressive skill – a paper plane in profile. Next, he puts a sort of crosshairs around it. All his lines and circles are perfect, as though he was using a ruler and a compass. He labels the four arrows converging on the plane as: L for “lift”, D for “drag”, G for “gravity” and T for “thrust”.

My body jerked against the cuff as the Odyssey slammed against something hard and began spiralling into space again. Space… we were out… and we were going down. Not zooming through nothingness–down. Gravity. I clenched my jaws as the space surrounding the ship suddenly vanished, replaced with land–red, crusty land. The ship tilted down, then dipped before dropping hard like stone. The gravity was stronger than earth's. “We’re falling!” Kael yelled, his voice cutting through the ringing in my ears. “Brace your–”

“Reminds me of my uncle’s funeral. But with worse scenery.” “Your uncle’s funeral had a casket,” Lyra said from behind me, her steps light and wary. “This feels more like being inside the coffin while it’s still being built.” “Apt,” Kairi murmured, not looking back. His Lawgiver’s gaze was scouring the landscape, reading the invisible text of broken rules. “The foundational axioms here are… corroded. Gravity is more of a suggestion. Look.” He kicked a pebble. It skittered sideways, then shot upwards for ten feet before lazily drifting back down like a feather.

I could feel my strength waning, but before I could relapse, I tried to send a message to her. “Tthbt book, holeidhjak.” What I typed was gibberish, as I wasn't in a position to type well. But I prayed she might understand. The reeds had pulled me away from my phone such that I sat in front of the hole. After one last struggle, I was pulled into the hole with a loud scream. I felt myself falling, with the forces of gravity pulling me down in every direction. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see how I would die.

They flared with a desperate, dim hazel light. He screamed. He didn't push down. He pushed out. He released a shockwave of kinetic energy from his body. It hit the walls of the shaft. The friction caught us. It was like hitting a giant, invisible spiderweb. Our descent slowed violently. My vision grayed out from the G-force. We jerked, tumbling in the air, slowing from terminal velocity to a survivable drop speed. We hit the floor. CRUNCH. We landed in a heap of tangled limbs. I rolled, gasping, checking for broken bones. My

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

Five. "Now," I whispered. I dropped into a slide. The girl hit the blind spot at full velocity just as the gravity dampener glitched. For a microsecond, the friction under her boots vanished. She didn't just stumble; physics betrayed her. Her momentum, unchecked by gravity, sent her flying over me. She slammed face-first into the wall with a sickening crunch. Bone meeting stone. She knocked herself cold instantly. "Physics," I muttered. Scrambling up. "It’s a bitch."

But the cost of that connection was a physical tax that nearly bankrupted my senses. The launch didn’t feel like rising; it felt like the earth was trying to swallow us whole. Gravity, once a silent companion, turned into a vengeful god, pressing me into the resonance-foam of the command chair with the weight of a collapsing building. My vision tunneled, the edges fraying into a static of grey and silver. Beside me, I could hear Killian’s breath—a rhythmic, guttural growl as his Alpha physiology fought the crushing G-force. His hand, still locked in mine, was the only thing keeping me anchored to the present.

It seemed that she's not making up things. A very strong force shook the earth. Everything suddenly floats. The buildings begin to loosen up. And a loud tremor on the ground reverberated in my ears. We all rose into the air, even the rocks, plants and trees in the area were already separating from the ground. Gravity and pressure were so strong that everything seemed to be sucked upwards.

I wish I could've said I woke up before I plummeted to my death, but I didn't. I remained awake--if you could call it that, the entire horrific free fall. I fell through the air, gravity pulling me down without mercy. Stars danced around my eyes as I flipped, my eyes widening as I watched the vast ocean grow closer and closer. Fear and nausea swirled in my gut, my entire body tingling with that 'free-fall' feeling, the one where your stomach jumps and lodges itself somewhere it shouldn't be. The feeling you get on a roller coaster when you're speeding down a steep slope, the point where everyone puts their hands in the air and screams.