I found myself walking up the ramp. I was getting higher, and higher. Looking over the edge, I could see tiny people milling around at the bottom. I was up high. Really high. The ramp was slowly getting less steep, nearly flat where I was. I was coming up to a wall. The end of the ramp, the top of the base. In the wall, there was a door. I ran up to the door and pulled on the handle. It didn’t budge. Inspecting the lock, I saw a scanner. Was it finger-print activated? If so, I would never get past it. As I jiggled the door handle again, I heard a deep click and an automated voice say, “Access granted.” I smiled, shocked. I pushed the door open, and a wave of cold air hit me. I blinked against the harsh light of whatever room I’d just stepped into. I closed the door behind me and walked forward. The ground was made of rock, with bits of moss seeping through the cracks. I breathed the freshest air I’d tasted in weeks, maybe months. Then I looked up. A bright blue sky, painted with a few perfect, little clouds. I hadn’t stepped into a room. No, I’d walked out onto the top of a cliff on the southern side of Bayforte Mountain.
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I wandered around the clifftop, inching towards the edge. Looking over, I saw a short fall and what appeared to be a pool of water at the bottom. On my left, there was a river, filled from a small spout of water rolling down the side of the mountain behind me. The river let out into a thin waterfall, pouring down into the pool. I sat on the edge, dangling my legs over and laying down. The sun was obscured slightly by a thin cloud, but its light still covered me like a blanket. I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths of the mountain air. It was glorious. Just then, as I was finally relaxing, someone shouted, “What are you doing? Get away from me!” I sat up, throwing my eyes open. I blinked against the harsh sunlight, trying to find the source of the shout. Looking over the edge of the cliff, I saw three people cornering a single person against the wall, at the edge of the pool. The person against the wall looked up, and I instantly moved back so he couldn’t see me. It was Logan.
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When I was sure he wasn’t looking up anymore, I inched back over. The three people around him were wielding everyday items like weapons. One had a baseball bat, another held a sledgehammer, and the third was carrying a sword. Where did they even get that? I couldn’t hear what was being said. I needed to get down there. Looking around the ledge I was on, I saw no immediate way down the cliff. I needed to find a way down, fast. Looking down at the water, it seemed deep enough. Every single thought in my mind said to not. It was insane, and could get me killed if it wasn't deep enough. I was wasting time, time I needed to use by helping Logan. The cliff only seemed to be ten metres tall or so. That wasn’t that far. No, I told myself. You can’t jump. Find a different way down. The breeze tickled my neck. With a deep breath, I took a step away from the edge. Just then, a strong gust of wind knocked into my back, sending me flying off the cliff, down to the hopefully-deep-enough pool of water below.
