"The gorge yawned wide before us. They called it The Rift, and the reality was that it was further across than the Twilight Mountains seperating Alerar and Raiaera. We knew if we made a mistake the consequences weren't just soaked clothes and a bruised ego. The walls were sheer rock, coarse and unforgiving; undulating with overhangs and ledges. If by luck we didn't break all our bones on the craggy surface the impact of a three kilometre fall onto water would kill us all anyway. This wasn't like anything we had experienced before and we only had one shot. One man backed up so that he could gather speed before the leap onto the next ledge, then closed his eyes and thought of his wife Miranda. If he made it she'd get the medicine for her illness in time, if not they would re-unite in the afterlife. He took the ampule from the bag he'd hung around his neck, kissed it once and tucked it back into his shirt. Gaunt, without a trace of a smile, he launched into a sprint..."

Brotherhood report #011