Blackbeak Bluff look at the fire and think of me

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The speaker stood on the edge of the cliffs, the sounds of sea birds in the air above her. Below her were beckoning whispers, daring her to jump. She wasn't ready. There was too much to do still. Too much expected of her. If it was time for her death, she would gladly go, but it wasn't time. 

Still, she looked down at the rocks with curious, violet eyes. She knew then she was destined for a messy, painful death. It was the only way to prove herself. But not today. Her gaze lifted to where the sea met the sky as she took a seat on the ledge. It was a good place to think at least.