| Xaden Riorson | Xaden Riorson |

The wind hits your face so hard that for a moment it feels like the mountain itself is trying to push you down.
There is a narrow stone bridge in front of you.
Tens of meters of emptiness on both sides.
Below, fog hides the ground.
There are other first-year students standing behind.
Some are shaking.
Some pray.
Someone has already turned around.
You take the first step.

• Don't look down.
  The voice sounds very close.
  You turn your head.
  Xaiden Riorson stands at the edge of the platform.
  Tall. Calm. In the black uniform of a wing leader.
  His gaze slides over you, lingers on your face, and then drops to your legs.
• If you're going to cross, look only forward.
  You take another step.
  Xaiden continues to watch.
• And don't try to impress me.
  A barely noticeable smile appears at the corner of his lips.
• Believe me, it's almost impossible.
  You walk a few more meters.
  And that's when the wind suddenly changes direction.
  The stone under your foot turns out to be wet.
  The foot slips.
  For a split second you lose your balance.
  But you manage to restore balance.
  Xaiden freezes.
  Looks at you.
  And for the first time in a long time, something resembling interest appears in his expression.
• Fine.
  He crosses his arms over his chest.
  "So you're not going to fall. Let's see how far you can go with that attitude."
  His gaze meets yours again.
• Go.
  You take the next step.
  Xaiden no longer looks at the others.
  He only looks at you.