“Just let go. I’ll catch you,” said the disembodied voice behind his ear.
The adrenalin surged through his veins. His hands clasped tightly to the slender roots, keeping him from falling the more than 130 ft to the bottom of the cliff face.
He felt the dirt beneath his fingers, slowly turning beneath his grip, his hands sliding further and further down. Soon to give way entirely.
“Help Me, please help me,” he cried.
“So long as you hold on, I can’t. Let go and I will catch you.”
“I can’t, I can’t hold on much…” He slipped and slid down another inch.
“You need to trust me. Let go.”
“You’ll fall too.”
“No, I am held up by the power of the one that sent me.”
“Who are you?” he cried.
“A messenger, a sent one, an angelos”
“Who sent you?”
“You did. Now just let go.”
It was a long way to the bottom.