Terra stayed in the same position for as long as she dared, breathing deep and slow, to try and regain enough strength to move.  Some minutes had passed before she sat up and concentrated on the circular object in her hand once again.  It was a simple enough object and she turned it over studying it.  It was made from some metal and the ends were sharper than she had first realized and the thought made something tug at her memory.  Sabin had told her of a man, that had helped him tremendously, that had thrown such things as weapons.  Perhaps this was his?  She looked at the arrow upon the object, stood up, and was surprised to see that the arrow shifted as she moved to always point in the same direction.  She set off tiredly in direction that it pointed intent on finding where she was and how to get back to her friends.<br/><br/>Walking through the forest she kept her eyes and ears open, wanting to be prepared if anything like the previous creature came out of the woods, but all she heard was silence.  An eerie silence that made the hairs on the back of neck stand up.  The arrow followed what appeared to be an animal trail that curved up sharply up ahead.  Terra unsheathed her sword before continuing on.  As she rounded the been she came to a small clearing.  The meadow was full of luscious green grass and yellow flowers dotted around.  What held the woman's attention though was a large pool of water in the direct center of the clearing.  She raised a brow at the oddity.  It was not acting as water should.  The surface seemed slightly more metallic and his was hovering perpendicular to the ground.  The thing that Terra found most disturbing was that the arrow she had followed was pointing at it wishing her to... do... something to the strange pool.<br/><br/>"What strange magic..."  She walked closer and let her guard down a bit as she circled the strange occurrence.  It was flat on either side and as she moved around it the arrow continued shifting to point directly towards it.  She stopped again in front of the standing water feeling very unsure of what to do.  With a moments thought she reached down and grabbed a palm sized rock and threw it towards the metallic substance.  It went through and the surface of the thing rippled as water would and she she became more confused by the fact that the rock had not dropped from the other side.  She made a thoughtful sound as she sheathed her sword and once again bent down, this time to pick a flower.  She cautiously moved towards the almost reflective surface expecting something to happen and when nothing did she continued moving closer.  She stood just before the shimmering surface with a little bit of fear in her stomach.  Before she could think to hard about what she was doing she lifter the hand holding the flower and touched the surface.  It rippled just the tiniest bit and before she could remove the flower to see how it was affected she felt herself being pulled closer to the surface.  Terra had barely a moments fight before she was yanked into the unknown substance.<br/><br/>Her body was pulled and compressed painfully as a rushing sensation enveloped her.  The woman's mind seemed to flail about in her own mind before she felt a solid surface make contact painfully with her behind.  She looked up from the ground expecting to see the forest once more but instead she was in some sort of brightly lit room sitting on the out skirts of a large group of some very strange looking... people.  Their sizes, shapes, colors, and forms were all foreign to here and though fear had been her first thought she did not seem to feel danger from any one of them.  She resisted the urge to stand and speak with them, to discuss where she was, because they all seemed intent on a conversation.  Terra crossed her legs silently and watched.  As she studied each one of the people before her she got a strange feeling but she shook it off.  When her eyes rested upon a palm sized rock laying near the group her face reddened.  She hoped she had not hit one of them.  She sat twirling the flower that was sill in her hand waiting until someone noticed her or the conversation flowed to a natural stopping point.