He peered down from the top of the cliff. Steeling his nerves, he put one leg into the air. The calm sea below was both inviting and intimidating. The sheer height made his head reel. He was going to make his own destiny, shackle Fate’s hands and defeat her. He gazed into the sky savoring his last few moments, when he saw a faint white light. Sun's rays were creeping in, rapidly turning night to day. Behind him the stars shone brighter than ever while before him the sun was making its grand entry. Fate was beckoning to him with a glint in her eyes. The enormity of the moment made him feel small, alone and insignificant, all at once. There was no choice, there never had been. There was no changing destiny, no challenging Fate, no last laugh. But this journey itself had been inevitable. Smiling to himself, he began his slow descent from the cliff, clutching Life tighter with every step.
