After a while he made a decision to go down the cliff so he tied his horse on one of the closest trees beside the cliff, but made sure it was a place it could find pasture since he was not sure the day he would return nor was he aware how long the valley could be.
“I have to try,” he encouraged himself as he began making his way down the cliff with his bare fingers clinched strongly on the hard bricks.
Making his way down from the cliff was risky and fierce as after some minutes he arrived at the cloudy atmosphere as he had no idea how much depth was still left. He looked down in case he could see anything beneath but there was none rather it was all white.
Frightened by the view of what he saw his hand began slipping from the rock which he was holding so he glanced upward again trying
