My magic shield explodes, throwing everyone in my path off their feet. The earth shakes with each bolt of magic I unleash. I'm out of control. But suddenly, the ground drops out from under me.
I stare up at the sky as I'm falling. I feel the chill of the wind on my skin. Under me is nothing. The drop is endless. Not even Earth can stop it.
One by one, my thoughts feel less overwhelming—pouf, blown out like candles in the wind. I can't breathe. But I can hear Scott screaming my name as I fall.
- Rebel; Beneath a Rebel Sky, chapter 55