Lanik leaned against the ornate railing of the highest terrace of the mage city and looked down at the sheer drop over the edge while her lungs burned inside her chest. Clouds rolled beneath out over the edge and all around them. The upper city was a half mile high; the drop was nothing less then fatal. Today you could barely see from one row of buildings to another, let alone to the bottom of the drop off. She glanced back at Tohka where he had sat on the ground, even more winded then her. He looked up at her and removed his glasses which had fogged up with all their running. His normally well-groomed hair was falling into his face and flying all about his head down to his shoulders. She looked back and then past him, to the distant alleys that echoed with quickly approaching footfalls.
Tohka, why are you doing this? Youre going to get yourself killed! You should just come with me! Lanik pleaded wit