Save Her.

The wind violently whipped the cliff, as if it wanted to destroy the cliff face only leaving the sand and sea at the coast. The ocean below the cliff was midnight black and swirling as if it were possessed; the sky looked as if there was never to be light in the world ever again until the odd fork of lightening flashed across the sky illuminating the cliff. Upon the cliff the outlines of trees and bushes could be seen but no animals were on that cliff, no birds or foxes which would on any other night inhabit the trees and bushes.

A woman stood at the very top of the cliff literally on the edge. Yet she was relaxed and calm, not scared of falling off like the other people who had stood there before her. Her deep brown shimmering hair danced in the wind barely visible in the darkness. The woman's eyes if you could see them were the deepest brown that they were almost black. The lightening reflected off her transparent skin showing the scars that covered her skin, the scars were slightly darker than her skin but barely visible to the human eye.