Prologue

“It looks like it’s going to be worth the wait,” he whispered into my ear.

The crevice stretched out below us, an ache in the scenery, dust-coloured and slightly smoking, as if this place knew exactly what we had come to do and that place we had come from. Far away was such a dream now, created from our weary heads during any sleep we had managed to snatch during our journey.

Still, I knew rocks, and somehow they knew me, and the fissure was hissing dislike in all of its movements.

Suddenly the extremity really hit me.

“I don’t wanna do this,” I whispered back, turning away from him. If only I was able to run…but there was nowhere to go. It was that loss of a home, of course, that had forced us together at this place. Going away now would be as if I were committing a certain treason against everything I had always strived for.

“What if it all goes wrong?” I added.

Seagulls screeched the above us, always in their search for water. The landscape was as achingly barren as ever.

My companion’s eyes were alight.

“Oh, it won’t.”

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Began as a writing exercise from the words 'looks' and a selection of words including 'Foxcastle'. Suddenly it had crept up on me and expanded into the beginnings of a story...
(I'm sorry it's a bit 'backstory'-y to begin with; that's how it came out in the exercise).

Yes, the names are weird; they're meant to be :P

For the record, I have no idea why I called it 'Highwire', but it seems an appropriate title for subconcious reasons, I guess.

updated Feb 10 by SumnerzAngel