Zed and Mai were still falling, but the fog was thick and that made it hard to see, the wind also made it hard to hear.

"Mai! Can you hear me!?" Called the thief.

Mai was startled by his sudden voice, he was close by. "Yes! I'm right here!"

Zed turned his head down in her direction. The mist was clearing up and he saw her, she was just a little ways away under him. He fought the wind by reaching out his hand. "Mai!"

She squinted as she looked up at him, also reaching out her hand. She felt deep down that they would make it somehow, she didn't know how, but it would happen. They'd make it.

Their fingers were only inches apart. After a moment of struggling with the wind, he was able to grab her hand and pull her close.

Then there was that dramatic splash.

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Allen had just reached the edge of the woods, panting as he stopped, able to see the town not too far off. "I: As a man of action..!" He sat down with a 'thud'. "Need to rest a moment..."

He looked up at the sky. About an hour had passed and it was dusk already. The redhead sighed. "I hope they're alright..." With that thought in mind, he stood back up and headed for the town with new motivation.

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The dirty-blonde thug was still climbing down the cliff. By now the fog was gone and he could see the bottom, which was good considering the fact that it was getting dark.

Rock Climbing + Darkness = SPLAT. Oh, did I mention that SPLAT = DEATH?

Though a simple equation, do not try to solve it at home kids. Fortunately for us readers, Lucas has done this before and safely made it to the bottom as the sun began to sink behind the cliff out of sight.

Lucas sat down and took a deep breathe. "Man...Zed...If you're alive, you owe me one...And if you're dead...I'll kill you."

Looking around the area more closely, he found that there was a deep, wide river flowing along the bottom of the cliff. He wondered if they had landed in the river. It was possible considering the river's bank was only about ten feet away from the cliff's wall. He needed to find them, make sure they didn't drown.

That's when he stood up and looked around for something to torch. When a large stick presented itself, he carefully used another, smaller stick, to start a fire. By this time, it had gotten pretty dark.

He observed which way the current was going and started walking down the bank in that direction, hoping he would find them only wet and awkward in each others company. Anything more would probably be catastrophic to the whole kingdom.