Sun blazing in the sky, cows grazing below, falling man in between. He had not always been falling, flying was his usual forte, until the failure.
Engine had failed, parachute had failed, the only thing that hadn't failed were his sunglasses, that looked smashing, soon to be literally true.
Overheating was the problem, well the true problem was the fire that had caused the overheating. To be perfectly frank, the dragon that caused the fire was the major end problem here. And even then it was probably just cause he had a tooth ache, was badly raised or perhaps just a bit bored.
The stealing of some of the dragon treasure was probably only tertiary to his current predicament. Blood red rubies, heavenly blue and grassy green sapphires. He was going to die in style.
Down below harvest season was in full swing, great big piles of hay to land softly in. Almost purpose made to that end. Of course trees covered most of the land, more importantly in the spot right below him was a particularly large tree.
Branches snatched as his bones did the same, tumbling through the foliage. A particularly stubborn branch hit him in the stomach and for a moment it held, before it broke to.
The grassy ground greeted him like a good old friend, that you once lended money from and never quite found the opportunity to pay back. Shock kept the pain away, which was good cause legs just weren't supposed to bend that way.
The sound of him falling could be heard far and wide, curious farmers filled the forest. Half dead, leaning against a particularly large tree, not hard to find. Neither were the jewels spread around him.
With help he would survive, with help he could return home, another grand adventure complete. Help from the farmers in their harvest, help from the farmers near the dragons cave, not bloody likely.
They looked at him with understanding eyes, a smoldering ember of dragon fire remained. They let him die among his fortune, his last adventure coming to an end.
One man was carried, with sapphires and rubies, to his last resting place. A dragons cave in the mountain, were some jewels had disappeared.
Perhaps the failure hadn't been the engine overheating, nor the parachute burning away. But the dragons fury drawn, from plundering its mothers grave.