Whooligans

“Ow,” Kaster Tyler muttered, attempting to sit up. “Owwww,” he repeated, wondering why the ground beneath him was so hard. He had just now recovered from a… drop? Yes, most probably it had been a drop, and it must’ve been a miracle that the kid’s bones were still solid. When the dizziness was gone, Kaster gasped at the sight. He was in the middle of a – garden? Or maybe a forest? The strange thing was that all the trees, as well as the ground beneath him and rocks scattered around, seemed to be made of crystals. They were not angular, their outlines were just as smooth as those of normal trees, but still they were translucent and ever so slightly reflective. The second strange thing was the time of the day. Kaster could not see any kinds of sun or stars in the sky, but it was not dark. More like twilight, but nothing like that at the sunset or dawn. It was grey. Just enough for Kaster to see himself and everything around and at the same time not to cast shadows. The kid stood