
Nenriel was standing on a ledge. A cliff behind her with the top far above her head. Below was a sheer drop that seemed to vary in height. Somehow she knew she couldn't call for help. She was alone. Her friends were so far away they either couldn't or wouldn't come if she called. She couldn't cry, she couldn't scream, She could only stand there as the wind buffeted her.
Suddenly a bit of her ledge crumbled away tumbling down into the abyss. She clung closer to the wall. Soon her lttle lege would be gone. Who would catch her if she fell? Who would help her climb back to the top before she too tumbled into distant memory like those rocks?
No one.
It was just her and the wind and the snow.
There had been shadows pass by below, but did she dare jump? And voices had floated up on the wind, but could she trust them?
Who knew? so she stood on her little ledge and waited, waited to see if she would be caught when she fell.
Another bit of rock fell tumbling as it went... It would be soon.
confused
happy
tired

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