My hands are sore, but I don't let go. If I do, I'll fall to my doom. I could hear the cries of the people above the bridge, yelling not to let go. I want to yell 'what do you think I'm doing?!', but I focus all my energy on clinging to the bars of the bridge.
Suddenly, it becomes easier. Not only that, but a howling wind flips my hair back an forth.
"It's ok, I've got you." I hear a female voice. I look up as I feel hands on mine, and see a brown haired girl, no older that 16. She has a mask that looks like a moving picture of a lightening cloud. Slowly, she lifts me up, but it looks like she did nothing. She isn't even breathing heavily.
"Who are you?" I ask as I'm placed on the bridge.
"Lightening, I am Lightening."
"How'd you do that?"
"Magic." My eyes widen as the sirens become louder and louder. "I must go." She disappears into a swirl of smoke.
"Who was that?" I male voice asks from behind me.
"Lightening, that was lightening."
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The girl called lightening
FantasyThis is the story of the girl called lightening, and how she saved those in a world full of danger.
