His hand reached out to mine. I just stared at it, not knowing what to do. He looked up at me, his kind blue eyes staring into my soul.

"Don't you trust me?"

He said, causing me to think. 'Did I trust him?' By doing this action, I fling the insurance of my life into his very hands. His very own hands, and if I live or die is up to him.

I look back, and see my ex-captors approaching, coming in faster by the second. I look back at the man in front of me, his red, ripped up cape flowing in the wind. His headband flowing slightly as well.

He looked like a hero to me.

I nodded, gave him my hand, and he pulled me in. He held onto me as tight and ensuring as he could, and for some reason I felt very safe in his arms. Very safe. Too safe.

He ran to the edge of the cliff, and he jumped. I held onto him with all my might, and he held onto me.

As we went down, I could feel him smiling. I knew he was. Those men up there were probably fuming, and here we were, maybe even jumping to our deaths.

"My names Ike." I heard him say. I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't come out. I just nodded into his chest, and pulled myself even closer, holding him like my life depended on it. For it did.

We reached the ground safely, and he gently put me on the ground, and I looked at him. I could only say one thing to him.

"My names Pit." He nodded, and helped me to my feet, and we just walked away.

I thought the only person I could ever trust was my goddesses, or only myself. But it turns out, I could trust this man. And I know that, for I wouldn't be alive right now if it weren't for him.