[Jehan Chumomisto]

The wind in his hears and desperation in his heart he moved on punching Fonso with his legs to continue his speed. He was confident that he was going to win, he had noticed his sister needed to slow down to follow the path that she did but he had taken one that could easily be run on at top speed. When he came out of the path he seen that there was Kizzy, he swore to himself until he realized that Gitana wasn’t on it, The path that he had taken seemed to have led to the one that Gitana had but he was able to slow down much easier because he knew that he needed to before Kizzy did.

Jehan dismounted Fonso and walked over to Kizzy guiding him back gently but with urgency. “Where is Gitana?” he asked as though he expected to get an answer from the horse. He swallowed when he seen the depth of the chasm he stood at. He knew where she was.

He peered over the side when Kizzy was off the ledge looking for any trace of his sister. Nothing that he could see. His throat became dry, it was a nasty looking fall, she would of hand to been lucky not to impale herself mortally on some of the rocks. . . Luck hopefully something that he had helped her with only moments ago. Their childhood flashed before his eyes, them growing up, learning together, playing everything. Tears began to swell in his eyes as he turned around and knelt down to the ground grabbing some rocks and getting a foot hold.

“Stay if you ca, run if you must” he told the horses knowing they would run back home. He should have sent them there, they would have received help for them. He didn’t have anything with him that would be able to help if she was very hurt, but he couldn’t think of that now.

He was climbing down, or attempting to at any rate. He had no experience in the matter but he would rather fall than let Gitana be stuck down there by herself. He would move fast, carelessly grabbing anything that he could. He was willing to fall if he had to, but he would try not to. The grips would be hard, but he’d try to manage. If it came to the option of falling of staying where he was Jehan would fall. He had luck, he would be able to make it down he believed. He could only hope that Gitana’s had improved because of his gift.

He heard her faintly and looked down still unable to see anything. “Gitana! Mandi coming Mandi Pena! Stay tight” he would scream. He didn’t yell…he screamed it as he sped up his climb. She was alive at the very least…for now. His heart rate sped up, he was so excited by still worried. Had she been calling from her death bed? A last moments struggle? He couldn’t remember the tone of her voice now, only that he had heard it.