Steal+a+Bridge

"Why should I help you?" You scoff, and turn to leave the room. "I'll just find the bridge storage area." "If you try to cross a bridge before it's finalized, you'll be cursed!" Rowanda shouts, both as a warning and a threat.

You doubt that she can do much more than move tools around with her magic, based on what you've seen so far, and ignore the advice. Returning to the factory floor, you decide to follow the route that the trees are taking, assuming that it leads to the storage room. You walk next to the raised section, passing under all the floating tools, wondering how long the path continues for. Suddenly, everything loses its aura, and drops to the floor.

"Hah," you laugh shakily to yourself. "She probably tried to use too much magic at once..."

Suddenly, the saws and axes near you pop back up with a redder aura than before. They immediately start flying directly at you. You scream and run for it, but see that there are more weapons down the line. You grab a wooden board off the line, and try to use it to swat the nearest axe away. It easily chops through the board, which then flys out of your hands and joins the chase. It looks inescapable, but you notice a door in the wall. Not caring whats on the other side, you barge through it, and slam it back shut. Bracing the door against yourself, and hearing the sounds of metal chopping futilely at crystal just outside, you look try to figure out where you are.

You're in a vast, mostly circular room. In the center lay-could it be?- a stockpile of completed bridges, some more fancy than others. At the opposite side of the room, there is a hole in the wall, presumably where the production line ends. Looking at the bridges again, you notice one that looks almost identical to the tree you tripped over to get here. A swarm of hammers and screwdrivers fly in from the other side. Knowing you only have one shot to get to the log, you let go of the door, and dash for the center. Malevolent bridge-building gear surrounds you as you stumble towards the familiar log. After what seems like decades, but was less than a minute actually, you get there.

A hammer dives at your head distracting you. You trip on the log and fall across it. Your head falls onto the wooden surface, and you pass out.

You wake up, and your surroundings seem familiar. You're vision is still foggy, but you can make out some trees around you, just lik when you left. Except, they seem deader than they did before. When you left, it was just starting to be winter. Now, it seemed like it had been winter for months, if not longer. Also, you note that the bridge you used does not appear to have come with you. Attempting to shake of the weird feelings, you stand up, and try to find out the time of day. The sky is clouded over, so you can't see the sun, but there's enough light for you to reasonable guess that it's around dawn or dusk. You begin to make your way to the edge of the forest, so as to get home. Oddly enough, the forest seems a lot smaller than it was before, taking you only around half a minute to find where it ends.

Stangely, you can't see your city. You know that you went farther out of the city than you usually do, but you could swear than you'd been able to see it from the forest.

"Perhaps," you try to reason, "Perhaps I'm on the wrong side." You go back to where you started, then go to the other edge. It's a lot smaller than you remember; you're not even sure that it counts as a forest anymore. Once again, you can't see anything on the horizon except an empty plain.

Panicking now, you journey in a full circle around what you now realize is just a small area with a few dead trees. Your city, or anything at all, for that matter, is nowhere to be found. The only thing out there is nothing.

Nothing at all.