You walks down are walking down a long mountain path, the soft sounds of birds around and the mid day light shining.

Until you trip on a loose rock.

Within the blink of an eye, you are falling, pain quickly setting and you hit rocks and other sharp greenery from mountain, from what feels like only a few seconds, you hit something and get knocked out. . . . . . When you wake up again, you are in a large Moss pile in a hole, mushrooms aligning the pile, the sun now setting and the only incoming light from above you, as you try get some strength to push yourself up on your arms. A warm voice speaks from behind you.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you, my dear, you took quite the Tumble"