A cold March wind brushed Lucy Foster"s cheeks as she plummeted from the top of the Azure Window. Once a rocky arch that stretched out from the Maltese Island of Gozo. Now just rock face with the broken pieces of the massive arch buried under the waves.
It was said to be one of the wonders of the world, but after a tremendous storm wreaked havoc on both islands – it was no more. The craggy archway lost to the deep.
The midnight sky was black and a freezing chill hung in the air. But it was nothing compared with the icy waters of the ocean below. Lucy would not feel it. The velocity of her fall masked the smell of the sea air. Around her, the sounds of the wind were dulled by the crashing of the waves.
However, Lucy did not feel or hear anything.
There was no light from the moon for the
