Brash the Dragon and the Schrodinger SnareChapter 10
Brash the Dragon hit the ground face first, skidded three meters, and came to a stop with his feet curled up against his shoulder blades. He lay there, groaning for a few seconds, then rolled around until he was merely on his face. “Ouchatronic...” he muttered. Then he sat up and gasped. The world had shifted. His perspective had changed. For most mortal minds, it would have been a jarring wrench. Something so fiercely unexpected and unusual that it would have taken minutes, if not...