Post by Fenrir King on Aug 7, 2005 22:47:16 GMT -5
He looked around. He was teetering on the edge of the cliff with nowhere to go. He could sense absolutely NOTHING. What a waste to be who he was if his powers weren't even established in his weakened state. Practically out of breath, he looked around. He saw no Tower from here. What was the point of calling it a Tower if he couldn't see it? Mad, he shook his head. Seeing through one eye still sucked, and his limp made him unbalanced. On the verge of tears, his throat was dry, and he was getting dizzy. A flash of a memory caught him off guard and he screamed angrily, making a three hundred and sixty degree turn and lost his footing, tumbling off the side of the cliff. Feeling the wind rush against his face, he felt his body get smacked by the surface of the water. His eye flashed a frosty red and then his body sunk slowly into the darkness of the lake.