Recorded by Finnegan Lionhartt,

Of the events which took place during a very daring and risky rescue attempt, on the 18th morning of Radia before the sun came up, year of Pinnikle: 1,229.

Time was only a few paces away, still unnoticed. He heard Sophie's guttural sound, and turned...

"What!? No, It's too risky!" the mirror man gaped, but was not heard.

He stood, and stilled history from moving forward yet again. Before him: Sophie reached out for me as I leapt off the cliff. My back was arched, belly down, and bloodied feet to the sky. I held Sophie's lasso as I soared.

The mirror man walked toward me muttering, "Who does this one think he is!?". Passing Sophie, he pointed at her with a silver finger, saying, "She tried to catch the star twice!". Then, directing his finger at me, he concluded: "You won't succeed!" (Time had indeed predicted that Tryn would catch the next throw of Sophie's lasso. Nonetheless, he likely did not expect for the lasso to be thrown by me).

He walked off the cliff again, and turned around to face my sister. These are the details he saw in her face: tears welled in her big blue eyes, which were wide between dainty lashes. Her slender arms reached up, and burdened hands covered her round face and button nose as she watched my fly away from her. Her glowing cheeks were decorated by tassels of blowing red wavy hair, with a left-side braid tied off by a little green ribbon. She was slender, in pale green shorts and a dirty grey shirt, with an empty lion's jaw bone belt that recently held a lasso on her hip. The mirror man leaned in, putting his glimmering egg shaped face close to Sophie's ribbon.

"Sure enough," he said, but only to himself, "You are the girl we saved. Only Lofi's ribbons are as green as living grass."

Still in mid-air, standing off the cliffside, the mirror man turned toward Leon for the first time - stilled in his wailing. He was shot from the falls, but not by himself! Clutching his shirt, there was a shadow which propelled him off the falls. Time shuddered, and saw the man - whom he knew to be the king - lost in tragic and terrible thoughts, paused in flight, with is back facing the plummet below. The mirror man looked to me - soaring through the air, and determined to accomplish the impossible: loop a star and swing from it, to snatch the stranger from certain death.

The reflection looked at all the danger, and then his gaze was drawn away to the vast expanse of the valley below. He turned his back from the frenzied scene, and walked out from the waterfall as if on solid ground. With the world stopped around him, he took his own moment to be captive to the pinnacle of sights: the expanse of a cloudy star-scape on the horizon, stretching over the grassy valley far below. The star-scape burst with every color. He noticed low floating stars in the distance, who gave light to many little warm homes that could be seen under the bright night sky. Cozy orange glows from homes toted little trails of smoke toward the star-scape. He observed the peaceful and unaware valley for a good, long moment. Perhaps he was certain he would witness the death of the king, or some other tragedy. Or possibly, he just enjoyed the view, because he could have. He never told me that part.

Eventually, he sauntered casually back from the place where I was paused, soaring through the air. The reflection (that is, Time himself) sat at the edge, next to Sophie, who was stilled in her concern. As if trying to make light of the situation, Time casually dangled his feet over the cliff. He peered over at Tryn, the white star who lit up the whole waterfall with a dancing rainbow glow. She was not paused, only waiting. The reflection watched anxiously, and hesitantly put history into motion again. He watched it slowly: I whipped Sophie's lasso out toward the star.

"Might as well get it over with..." Time muttered to himself, then let everything go, full-speed.

I was flying, pelted with roaring water, and starting to drop. I yelled out to the star, "Hey, Tryn! Listen up: I need you to hold this lasso with all you've got okay!?"

She caught me! Tryn had grabbed the lasso by the loop with both hands, and held me as my swing began to test her strength. From her strain, a burst of light shot from her body in a sphere around her. The blast cleared the mist surrounding her, and even caused the waterfall to curve in on itself.

In that very same moment, the stranger soared over Tryn, and I saw him in plain sight! The black shadow that pulled him was reduced to nothing in Tryn's light. Meanwhile the man's shoulders were pulled by gravity, and he took in the moment he had earlier anticipated: Upside-down, he peered into the southern expanse of Plummet Valley, and the star-scape that encompassed it. His blond hair whipped from the rush of wind, over green and yellow noble eyes that took in the scene. He remembered imagining this sight moments ago, and was overcome by a strange sense of euphoria as he plummeted toward death below. He felt peace, believing it would end soon. But the end of this moment did not come as he had expected.

"Ahhhhhh!" He heard my yell, and curiously adjusted his head to see that I was swinging through the misty falls, held by a star!

The bottom of my swing lined up perfectly to catch him! Still yelling (from both excitement and lack of control) I put out one arm, and snatched my target from his fall, by the torso! The star sunk from her place a bit, but mostly held us stable through the end of our swing. I was surprised by her strength. I held the man, released the rope, and hurled us both toward the narrow outcropping Sophie had spotted before.

We hit the rock hard, and I lost my breath. The man bounced toward the cliff-wall, crashing against it with his side. He at least stopped, though I know it must have been painful. I, however, continued to tumble in the opposite direction, toward the ledge of the outcropping. I heard the stranger shout as I rolled toward the edge, out of control. Next, I heard him scurry to reach me, but his reach was futile.

From the other side of the waterfall, Sophie yelled desperately, "Fin! C'mon! Try to stop yourself!". Then she looked down at the plummet to say to herself, "C'mon Fin... You have to try."

I could picture her sad tears falling over the cliff to meet the water far below, and I hated the thought of it. I attempted to dig my nails into rock to stop the tumble, but was bounced by momentum into another roll. I could not grab hold of the slick, wet surface! Again, I tried to dig my nails in, and that time it was a success - a short success though.

I looked up to the stranger I had rescued, as my legs slid over the edge. The rock slumped down, and my body continued to slip. I felt my hips and my torso slide off, but finally I came to a halt. Only my chest and arms held me onto the wet, rocky outcropping. Strength was leaving me quickly.

"Hey... stranger..." I coughed out. "That over there's my sister..." and nodded toward her. "Get 'er home safe for me, huh pal?"

With a half smile, I gave the guy a good, hopeful look - the kind that told him I believed he would look after Sophie like I would. I began slipping over.

Sophie yelled to the stranger, "Help him!" and her voice cracked with concern.

The stunned stranger crawled to me, fast as he could. He was also weak from lack of breath, but determined to return the favor of being rescued. He scampered toward me, and made a grab at my forearms, but they were wet, and slipped! The good stranger made another grab, but again: slipped. At that time, I was only holding the ledge with one hand, and I did not know how long I could hold on.

"I will not let you fall!" He called out to me.

From the other side, Time still watched beside Sophie. His casually dangling feet had become still, and he leaned forward with his hands on his knees - hoping to witness my rescue. Later, Time told me the worthy ones often die young: The ones who bring hope into the world get to be among the first voyagers who seek what mysteries which lie beyond the greatest threshold, where the living cannot enter. I did not know if he had expected me to be among them. He was not noticed by Sophie, and the two watched side by side, as the stranger struggled to take hold of me.

"I've got you!" he called out, having finally laid a grasp on my weakening forearm.

With what little strength I could muster, I took hold of his forearm too, but my weight quickly pulled him down! He attempted to find leverage, but slid as he held the weight of my dangling body.

Sophie watched, helplessly. She could see I had given up. I did not want to drag down the man I had rescued. My free arm dangled with the rest of my body, over the edge. I was ready to die. Life flashed before my eyes, and it was a moment I would never forget.

"Fin! Fight! C'mon!" Sophie yelled, but it was no good. It only made my decision harder...

I looked to her, in a calm moment, and though I was very far and covered with mist: I knew she felt my assurance. Next, I looked into the stranger's noble eyes and told him: "It'll be alright... I'm ready for this."

He sighed, and tried to convince me by holding on tighter. I only looked back, having decided what was best. I said, clearly, "I'm letting go... Or else we'll both fall."

"I can pull you up!" He yelled, though he slipped ever near the ledge as he held me. "I need you to try! Please try!" he continued to attempt saving me through desperate persuasions.

"No use, pal," I told him through a half-smile... "I came all this way to save you... I'm not about to pull you down with me."

I shook myself free. I felt the rush of falling, and kept peaceful, decided composure, with eyes locked onto the stranger. Tears fell from his face, and chased my falling body. And I suppose you wonder how I can write about my own death. No one, after all, can survive a fall from End's Drop. I did not die, but instead something very peculiar happened, beginning with the sound of a snap. Everything stopped.