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Wind rushed past you and the clouds gave way to land below. You landed with a thud on some grass thankfully unharmed. This place didn’t look like anywhere you knew. How did you get here? Standing up you looked around and saw hills of grass in every direction unsure of where to go. So you pick a direction and hope for the best.
You only get so far before you hear an odd sound. The more you listen the more it sounds like a motorcycle. You can’t locate where its coming from until a red bike comes into view. The person on it doesn’t look familiar but maybe they know how you got here.
Once they’re close they turn the bike off and walk up to you.
“Are you alright you look lost.” The stranger asks you.
“I am lost. I’m unsure how I got here.”
“Well I’m sure we can fix that.” His confidence soothes you.
“That would be ideal.”
“Now what was your name?” You tell the stranger your name because thankfully you know that much.
“And what was yours?” It’d be rude not to ask for his name.
“My name is Prince.”