Red's POV
"Wow!" I exclaimed, looking at what was in front of me. It was a rope, 10 feet from the floor. Under the rope is a hot, burning fire, and above the rope is another rope to hold on to. All I have to do is pass the rope. That seems easy, right? Except it isn't. Huge rocks are flying randomly, and I only have the rope to hold on to; if not, it would knock me down into the fire. Adrian was right; it's not as easy as it seems; this is a death sentence.
"There are rocks under the fire," Aurora said. I looked at it well, and she was right—hot, burning rocks. I cleaned my sweaty hands; the fire is already making me sweat. Oh, now I get it. If my hand is sweaty, it would make me have a loose grip on the rope, falling me to doom. I looked at the field, and of course they were all s
