“Are you sure?” My sister asked me, her voice trembling.

No. “Yes.”

“I- I don’t know if-“ she started. Her eyes were flickering left and right, she was so scared.

“Em.” I said. “Emyra, I promise you’ll be okay.”

Her warm brown eyes looked at me, I had to fight the urge to look away, but she did first. Her gaze drifting behind us, the smoke of the burning city we fled from.

“Okay.”

I nodded and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods back slowly. Then we jumped.

The rocks should’ve killed us. Rocks isn’t the right word, they were shards of stone, poking out of the water and pointing at the sun like flowers, except deadly.

Even if they were there, the 70 foot drop wouldn’t have left us walking. But it did. Because I was right.

Right when we were to hit the rocks, I squeezed Em’s hand, said one last prayer in the millisecond that I had left and braced myself for the impact.

But it didn’t come. I didn’t even feel any water. We went right through everything. A bright light flooded my vision and for a moment I thought we had died.

Then the light faded, slowly, and I could see the shape of Em, crumpled next to me. I looked up just in time to see another shape nearing us. Then black.

(I kinda want to continue this, should I?)