I stood at the edge of the bridge

The rickety, old bridge

The bridge that was so easily break under the weight of a feather

But I was lighter than a feather

That’s what I was trained for

To be light

To move smoothly

The bamboo hat that sat atop my head shifted a little bit in the wind.

The long sword at my hip felt heavy

But I could do this

With a deap breath I launched myself into the air

The castle was within reach

The first time I landed was definitely heavier than anticipated

But I came back by bouncing right back up, gaining some more air-time

Dust fell off the bridge, but not a single strand of rope snapped

I landed twice more before flipping off the bridge to solid ground

Sticking the landing, I turned to watch the bridge, making sure it was still intact

It was.

So I cut it

I couldn’t have them following me