Violet's friend yells something to Violet over the storm. Violet replies, nodding. The storm is now too loud for me to hear much of anything anyone is saying. The brown haired girl walks up on to the parapet with steady feet, not wavering against the strong winds. Violet is telling her name to the rider next to me, the second year jots down her name, stopping to say something I cannot hear. Finishing their conversation Violet steps up onto the parapet. The candidate behind her makes an asshole remark.
"And you think you'll be able to ride? Some Sorrengail, with that kind of balance. I pity whatever wing you end up in."
I feel myself tense, ready to punch that boy in the face, but with much self control i mange to stop myself before I face any consequences. I hear the boys name from behind, Jack Barlowe. That's a name I will remember, for messing with Brennan's sister.
"You better get going Sorrengail," I say, she is still staring at the asshole behind her.
"Unless you need a little motivation?" Jack says, lunging forward. I panic, he better not push her off right here, right now. It's then that she chooses the moment to move. Walking slowly, but steadily. I admire her features, so fierce, but so fragile. Her brilliant pale eyes, turn away from mine. She walks in a straight line, foot after foot along the parapet. Her hands leave the walls beside her. I watch as Violet crosses the parapet. She better not fall, Brennan will kill me if she falls. Why didn't she enter the scribe quadrant. I am certain she will not survive here. The rain pelts her, and the wind blows fiercely making the hair on top of her head shake. Suddenly thunder sounds, echoing in my ears. A sudden wind gust knocks her off balance, I hold my breath as she drops, crouching on the parapet, holding onto the edges. Her body sways with the wind, she gets back up, now wobbling as she walks. Arms out she walks further until I can't see her any longer, Jack close behind. Turning around I face back to the next candidates, I hear Jacks faint voice in the wind.
"You're next, Sorrengail!"
He had said it in a threatening tone. I shiver the wind and rain making me cold. She better not die, she can't die. I don't know what I would do if she died. I watch as more candidates cross the parapet, more falling than before. Most likely the cause of the storm. I don't care what is happening around me, all I can think about is if Violet made it across or not.