Frost freedom

As the dew and frost bridge lommed up in front of me, it shimmered, almst if it were scared, and disapeared. I knew from the legend that it was still there, so I took a careful step.

It wasn't there! I scrabbled wildly for air, but it was too late. I was falling, then everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a rope, so hard and strong that it was almost biting into my flesh. Then it came to me. I was lying on the bridge!