Skylar didn’t know what to do, they were rocketing towards a meadow of quiet and peace;Charolais cattle grazed, their coats mapled in the autumn fog, a pair of cattle looked up their gentle eyes glinting with muffled concern, though most did not notice anything wrong. A river ran next to them, a birch tree hung over the river side, birds chirped merrily in the tree tops. Daisies waved in the gentle breeze of the countryside. This was a herd without conflict, an ideal scene, and the steadily crashing airship was to ruin it.

Crash! The scene changed completely, cattle fled from the wreckage birds protested angrily and flew off. Skylar could smell smoke, her eyes stinged and  watered, the meadow was on fire.