Chapter 13: Making the Drop! Part Two!
“Number one-hundred-and-thirty-seven, you’re out!” More people had been chosen to make The Drop, and most of those poor fellas didn’t make it. But like Owen said, they didn’t get any broken bones, or broken necks, or broken arms or legs, or any other broken body stuff. I don’t want to be out in the first game… I really need to think of something, something that can help me break my fall before the enchantment does. Alright, why can’t those guys break their fall? We saw them have their staffs, and they have enough time… wait, they were falling at a very high speed, you can’t strategize as you are falling that fast. “Number fifty-six, you’re up!” Owen cried to the crowd, and that person with that number stood forward, and that guy, was Gunther, the son of Trad, one of the Twelve Protectors. He stretched his arms in an abnormal position, and spun his staff perfectly. Dang, I wished that I can do that without dropping my staff or getting a bump on my foot… He walked forward, but ...