Standing atop this mountain peak, a smile forms on my face as the morning breeze caresses my skin, 'Good morning'. The view before me never gets old, no matter how many times I've seen it. The sun peeks over the horizon, and birdsong fills the air, welcoming a new day. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, savoring the crisp mountain air that fills my lungs. Invigorating. But the peacefulness of this morning doesn't last—a plea for help in the distance below pierces through the silence. Someone needs help. I stay quiet, trying to locate the source of the sound. "Help!" There it is again, the cry for help, but I can't see them from up here.

Without wasting any more time, I leap off the mountain peak, trusting the winds of fate to carry me through the air and lead me to them. Currents swirl around me; my blond hair floats in the wind as I soar through the sky. From here, I have the vantage point. As I glide, something in the corner of my eye finally catches my attention. A person, perhaps a merchant? I can't tell. But I can tell they've been cornered by hilichurls.

I adjust myself mid-air, feeling the rush of wind against my skin as I lock onto my targets below. For a moment, everything below me is frozen. I wait until I’m perfectly above my target, until the drop feels inevitable. And then, I let gravity take over, releasing me from its invisible grip, plunging down through the sky like a sharpened blade, to what feels like my doom. But I've done this many times before—the wind knows me. A smirk forms on my lips because I know its dance. I twirl mid-air, ready for my landing.

The impact sends a shockwave rippling out, launching hilichurls into the air. They bounce off the earth like leaves in a storm as I make contact with the ground. For a split second, everything is still. Then, chaos resumes, but this time, I’m the one in control. "Don't worry, I'll take it from here," I say, peering at you over my shoulder.