Opening her bright green eyes, slowly and weary, Anna observed her surroundings. She was covered with a thin cloth.  A hard pillow made of leaves and dirt rested under her head, and she was lying on what seemed to be a hammock. After growing more and more aware she was startled by a small human, someone with dwarfism, perhaps…except this wasn’t a human. The little person had brown eyes, bright green skin, and red hair down to the floor, and was about a foot tall.

Anna knew she was in danger, so like any of us would, she shot up out of the hammock and ran out, or at least attempted to. She ran into another room full of small beings. Screaming, she ran into another room, then another. It seemed to never end. Was she in the little hut she found? Was she underground? These question just kept running through her head. While stopping in one of the rooms she was shot in the neck…again.

This time when Anna woke up, she was frightened and didn’t know what to do. When she lifted her head she was in exact same spot as where she had been earlier, but the sun had already set. Soon after she had awoken one of the tiny beings, a man of about twenty, began talking to her. He was speaking in some foreign language but kept changing the language he was speaking in, as if he was translating it. Then he started speaking in English, saying “Who are you, and why are you here?” she responded “I’m Anna Rose. I’m here because my plane crashed on this island. I just want to get home.” He looked at her and said “Ms. Rose, I believe we have your parents.” Oh, they’re an intelligent race.

Fantastic.