Nothing is more terrorizing than realizing a step is missing while descending a flight of stairs— the sudden panic as the ground seems to vanish, hurtling you into the void. That's what Evalyn felt after stepping off her icy disk, plummeting her 120 feet toward the shimmering ocean below.
Skydivers struggle to think clearly amid the biting, whistling wind numbing their faces, but Evalyn Skye was immune to the cold. With eyes closed, she listened to the needles, forming a mental image and waving her hand.
Shiiiiiiiink!
An icy slide materialized beneath her feet, creating a curve she road like a snowboard. Fog billowed from her boots, lightly freezing their treads to the ice for better grip.
WhooOOooOoSH! WhoOOoSH! WHooOOSH!
Evalyn's heart pounded after every needle whizzed past her, spiraling downward. Despite surviving each one, she found no solace. "How do I stop!?" she cried, struggling to maintain her balance while plunging eighty feet toward the ocean.
