Photo Source Cold shivers ran the length of Psyche’s spine as she contemplated the crashing waves breaking against the sharp rocks hundreds of feet below her. Tears streamed down her cheeks, aided by the frigid wind and brought on by the terrible sadness in her heart. She glanced back at her family, at her loving parents, at her weeping sisters. This was the last time she would ever see their faces. Her heart stopped as she leapt, every muscle in her body clenched and her vision went black as the rushing air slipped past her small frame. She was acutely aware of her own beating heart, its dull drumbeat strangely isolated from her own screams and those of the wind. Then, everything was black. She opened her eyes, not to the sight of the underworld, but to the rushing ocean. The wind whistled around her and she realized that she was flying through the air, rapidly, propelled by some invisible hand. She started, and nearly fainted a...
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