As initiations tend to, it started much differently than he expected: upside down. He woke to find himself suspended by his feet. His weight and blood concentrated in his head; his numb arms hung limply, in a mockery of diving. A dim grey haze fell on purple-brown bark, flaking off a thick trunk. No birds were singing, though it was dawn. Oddly, it didn't hurt nearly as much as one might think. _Lovely,_ he thought. _Of course, I got stuck with the yew._ http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29558