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A wall of stone fell towards the sky, in the mist the cliff had no limit, the ceiling of the world was a monotone gray. The floor of the world faded as well, vapor devoured the earth far below. In this place between stone, sky, and earth, water tumbled from some hidden place above, to it's fate below. The only hint of Earth was a muffled roar below, where worn boulders broke the waters fall. The air tasted like rain.

Troy Silver let his weight rest against the green railing that protected the tourist of Niagara falls. What a bore, he thought, we travel all over the U.S see all the "sights", go to all the "great" landmarks of our country and we don't even get to see them in the freaking sunlight! I can hardly see my hands, let alone the stupid falls. He sat there fuming about his family's bad luck. Which of course meant that his sister had to pipe up.

"Isn't it grand?" Helen commented twirling as strand of her midnight hair. She thinks she's so perfect.

"Really?" Troy muttered, "You can see around that ego of yours?"

"Dad!"

Shit.

"Troy if your going to be a stick in the mud go back to the truck." Dad warned. Troy huffed a tuft of raven hair away from his darkened-blue eyes. His father was a wiry man, tall and disconnected. Stuck in the past, or perhaps planning the future, he never seemed to be concerned with the present. Not that Troy cared, he longed to break away from his past and run away into the wall of water. But it seemed that he was destined for lesser things. His past stuck to him like a burr, never leaving, not quite painful, but down right annoying. Why did it have to pester him so much?

"I wish mom was around to see this," Helen sighed, "she would have really enjoyed it." Her words struck Troy heavily in the chest, and burned.

"I wish I knew her," he whispered in reply. They all stood there for a moment, shifting their feet, sharing their pain in silence. Helen started to cry.

"Oh," she whined, "its...its just not fair."

Troy lowered his head, hating himself a little more. She had died giving birth to him. It wasn't a fair trade.

Description
A wall of stone fell towards the sky, in the mist the cliff had no limit, the ceiling of the world was a monotone gray. The floor of the world faded as well, vapor devoured the earth far below. In this place between stone, sky, and earth, water tumbled from some hidden place above, to it's fate below. The only hint of Earth was a muffled roar below, where worn boulders broke the waters fall. The air tasted like rain.

Troy Silver let his weight rest against the green railing that protected the tourist of Niagara falls. What a bore, he thought, we travel all over the U.S see all the "sights", go to all the "great" landmarks of our country and we don't even get to see them in the freaking sunlight! I can hardly see my hands, let alone the stupid falls. He sat there fuming about his family's bad luck. Which of course meant that his sister had to pipe up.

"Isn't it grand?" Helen commented twirling as strand of her midnight hair. She thinks she's so perfect.

"Really?" Troy muttered, "You can see around that ego of yours?"

"Dad!"

Shit.

"Troy if your going to be a stick in the mud go back to the truck." Dad warned. Troy huffed a tuft of raven hair away from his darkened-blue eyes. His father was a wiry man, tall and disconnected. Stuck in the past, or perhaps planning the future, he never seemed to be concerned with the present. Not that Troy cared, he longed to break away from his past and run away into the wall of water. But it seemed that he was destined for lesser things. His past stuck to him like a burr, never leaving, not quite painful, but down right annoying. Why did it have to pester him so much?

"I wish mom was around to see this," Helen sighed, "she would have really enjoyed it." Her words struck Troy heavily in the chest, and burned.

"I wish I knew her," he whispered in reply. They all stood there for a moment, shifting their feet, sharing their pain in silence. Helen started to cry.

"Oh," she whined, "its...its just not fair."

Troy lowered his head, hating himself a little more. She had died giving birth to him. It wasn't a fair trade.