Standing at the edge of the cliff, they all stared down at the endless surface of rock below them. Surrounded by clouds of mist rising from the avalanche of water that cascaded over the edge, the river became a graceful, but deadly arch of never ending water. It was a beautiful deathtrap of ragged rocks under the never-ending surge. Kevan’s eyes followed the perilous path that Ronan pointed out. It was the only way down to the base of the waterfall, sheer, narrow and wet, not a good combination. Its twists and turns from this angle were stomach dropping, and she didn’t want to think about the descent.
“That is the only way down?” Kaitlyn questioned Ronan; he nodded and she looked back at the path. “You have got to be kidding me, its suicide!”
“Not suicide,” Ronan assured them. “Dangerous definitely, but it can be done. It has been done.”
“You’re totally nuts. We can’t even see all the turns, and the ones that we can see don’t look hopeful. How the hell do you expect us to navigate that, and not think that one of us won’t be killed? Now if we could fly, that might be a different matter,” Kaitlyn whined.
“Oh my gods, Kaitlyn, you’re a genius!” Kevan shouted, as she pulled off her sweater, exposing her shoulder. “Kira, we need your help,” Kevan requested. She felt the pull of Kira lifting herself off her shoulder.
“It’s about time you remembered me,” Kira complained, as she floated around Kevan’s head.
“Kira, I never forget about you, especially when you get the hiccups,” Kevan informed her.
“Then how about remembering me the next time you and the big guy decide to do the wild thing. I’m really not into the whole voyeur thing.” Kevan blushed at Kira’s words.
“Kira!” Kevan warned her.
“Well, I’m not.”
“Kira, we need your help.”
“Of course you do. What do you need me to do, who am I to fight?” Kira asked, as she flashed her sword, swinging left and right.
“Ah, no fighting Kira.”
“What! I am the warrior. If you don’t want me to fight, then what do you need me for?” Kira demanded, as she buzzed around them.
“We have to get down that path,” Kevan told her, pointing it out to her. “We need your help guiding us around the blind spots.” She could see the disappointment on Kira’s face. “Kira, it’s very important that we get to the bottom safely. So your help is absolutely critical.” Kira flew a little taller.
“You need my keen eye to direct you through the perilous path?”
“Yes, Kira we do,” Kevan begged. “Will you help us?”
“Kira, Guardian of Tatiana, Defender of Elfame, at your service!” Kira shouted, as she lifted her sword into the air, and then bowed to Kevan. “I’m hungry; do you have any of those donuts?”