Cliff TopThe harsh wind whipped around me as I trudged along the muddy path. The leaves crunched under my boots as a drizzle of rain started to fall. I pulled the hood of my cloak over my head only for it to be blown back down immediately. I looked over the edge of the cliff and saw the waves crashing around. This little path was perched precariously on the edge of the land, but I had to stick to it. On my left was a huge stone wall that ran alongside the path for as far as I could see. If I fell, I'd be greeted by a quick death. Smashed against the rocks. I kept my eyes fixed upon my feet.
I couldn't feel my hands any more and my cheeks stung. I wished I could just turn around and go back, but I was more than half way there. It was quicker to keep moving forward. And I couldn't stop. The ground was wet and I'd freeze if I didn't keep my muscles going. The pack on my back was really starting to hurt my shoulders and neck. I remembered the parcel inside it and how important it was, how vital my