Standing on the edge my fall is inevitable. Will the fall be for Balance or for Chaos. There is little hope of Order arising from meeting turmoil. The wounds will be worth the price with either decision.
Closing my eyes I feel the currents moving about me. The roars of combat and the peace of home. Surrounded by fighters and blood. Watching over my family. Fear in the eyes of allies and foes. Love on the faces and eyes of my girls.
The black cliffs are comforting and welcoming. The fall continues to call, its depth unfathomable. The fear it evokes calling greater strength. An unknown coupled with hope and longing. An unknown coupled with familiarity and history.
A final roar, rising from within me, stills the currents. Twisting them around myself I dive into the unknown. The wings of Chaos propelling faster and further in. My choice is made. My fate is in my hands. I will be home soon.