The wind ruffled Idril's hair as she stood on the sheer cliffs. The bridge was only a few feet across and thinned as it reached the middle of the expanse. It looked very unstable, causing the elf's stomach to churn. 

"Who should go first?" Ember said in a hushed voice. 

"I'm the heaviest," Idril pointed out. "If I go first, you two will know it's good enough to hold you. We need to carry as little weight as possible, but we can't leave our weapons. I have a nasty feeling a certain monster is waiting for us in those cliffs."

"Are you sure?" Mayabelle squeaked fearfully.

"Yes," Idril insisted. 

She strapped her dagger to her side, slipped her flute into her dress pocket and swung her guitar over her shoulder. Her silver headpiece gleamed against her raven black hair as she stepped gingerly onto the stone bridge. 

She was relieved and a bit surprised when the stone didn't crumble beneath her. She gingerly scooted another foot forward. Carefully she continued with held breath as the walkway became thinner and thinner. A bit of the edges crumbled as she fearfully made her way across. The end was approaching, and a rush of relief came over her. She had finally made it! She waved back to her friends and Mayabelle began to cross, soon making it to the other side to stand by Idril. 

Ember more confidently stepped out onto the stone bridge. She was a little more than a third of the way when, to Idril's horror, the bridge began to crumble beneath her! She and Mayabelle rushed towards the bride, which was quickly dropping pieces of stone into the gorge below. Quietly, Mayabelle began to bless the bridge, trying desperately to get it to hold together for a moment longer. Idril drew her flute out of her pocket and blew into it a tune of swiftness. 

With this tune in her mine, Ember began to run, faster than she ever had before. With every step she took the bridge fell away, filling the gorge with the sound of booming rocks and boulders.  As she reached the middle, the crumbling rock began to catch up with her. Mayabelle's prayer became louder, and Idril's playing increased it's hurried nature. 

Ember had almost made it to the edge, and had jumped; but she fell, barely grabbing the edge of the still crumbling rock ledge. Idril's flute dropped and Mayabelle's prayer ceased as they grabbed at Ember's arms, hauling her onto the more stable rocks with them. 

Panting and sweating, the heavily breathing adventurers lay in a shaking heap on the cold stone. Grayish brown dust swirled around them, settling in their clothes and hair. 

The mountain arched up before them, dark and foreboding. Storm clouds hung threateningly in the air, as though warning them to stay away. They could feel the electric energy from the impending lightning.

"Time to face our giant," Idil said. Together, they stepped forward and through the crack in the rock which may lead them to their doom.