Wren's pov
The elders just didn't want me to fail and lose my title, they wanted me to die. Well, I refuse to die, at least not today. I looked down into the chasm, it was so deep, I couldn't see the end. Overheard, the dark clouds continued to gather and the wind blew fiercer. I screamed in frustration.
“I'm going to make sure every one of those blood thirsty elders get what's coming to them.” I yelled angrily. I had to be angry, the alternative was breaking down and allowing my panic to take over.
The words from the letter I had gotten earlier flashed through my mind. The right way isn't the only way.
We have to look for an alternative, I told Astrid.
Way ahead of you, check out the rope. I'm thinking monkey bars but with a singular long rope instead. She said.
The idea depended o
