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You'd be supprised what you can see from the top of a bridge. Or on the peak of a mountain. Or even on the seventh story of a building. When I'm on that window ledge, teatering with every breath of wind, I look down and see everything the way it should be seen. There's no complication of emotions and there's no attachment. There's just me, the ground, and the space between. I can feel gravity pulling me and my own weight tugging at my fingers as I grip the ledge. The air smells different, and it's easier to breath.
Yeah, you think that's a good description, wait untill I tell you about what it's like to Fall. The most crucial moment is when you let go. You could be afraid and tense up. You could grip hard until you can't any more and the pain is too much to bear. Or you can make it fast, just a quick let go so your whole hand gets a little scraped from the ledge.
After that, it's all in your head. With the air blowing behind you, it's like your just falling away from all of your worry. Everything that had you in a tizzy isn't there. You don't have to think, you don't have to feel, you just have to BE. And then it all just hits you.
Now, of course, not anyone can Fall. There are some who can Fly, Run, Control, Disappear. There are Seers, and Thinkers. I used to be jelous of these people. My best friend in grade school was a Seer. She used to follow me around whenever we got in a fight and scare me, giving me criptic warnings like, "I wouldn't turn that corner right now if I were you," or she would look at me, shake her head and go, "Im so sorry for your loss." Then I would go home and cry to my mom and tell her what Trista had said. Eventually, I came to realize that if Trista had seen anything it was her duty to do something about it. The first time she warned me about something and I went and did it anyways made her realise she could get me into trouble and it would her fault. Kind of like the boy who cried wolf, you know? She stopped after that.
Then in High School I had a boyfriend who was a Runner. I would be talking to him one minute and he would suddenly be on the other side of me, all because he had to run home and do laundry. No good bye or anything, because he knew I wouldn't miss him. He was just that fast. He was a great guy and everything, it was just that he had too much to do, and everything had to be done right away. He wouldn't slow down even a second for me.
It was only until after Pat (that was the boyfriend's name, Pat) rushed out of my life that I started to really examine my own Power. It was onbvious from an early age that I could Fall, but I didn't really appreciate it. There have never been too many Fallers, only about 5 every decade or so. By definition, a Faller is someone who can drop from any height and not get hurt. I have no idea what this does to help save mankind, but apparently it's a pretty precious Power.
So one day ater a really bad day at school, I went over to McKenzie Brigde. It rises about fifty feet off the ground. Most of the ground underneath is taken up by river, but on either side of that is just grassy bank. So that's what I aimed for. I climbed on the edge and stood up. And then I freaked out. Lets face it, I wasn't a particulary brave person. There was the lion, and there was the mouse, and then there was me, Indie, who would hide in hopes of not being dragged into the story. I had never done anything destructive and I had never cared to try to test my Power. Why test it? It wasn't anything good.1

Then I did the weirdest thing ever. I let go.2