Planting both feet firmly on the summit she stood tall and turned into the wind. Putting her head back to look into the bright sky she started a low melodius chant, her tongue danced in her mouth finding new shapes and sounds to spew into the breeze. Louder and louder she sang in a language that she didn't recognise. The crescendo climbed and her vocal chords ached as she strained to shout to the heavens above her. Then just as she thought she would burst, one final word echoed out of her and she dived from the edge. The strips of sari flared behind her billowing with her long blonde hair. As she plummetted to the ground her last breath singing the final sibilant hiss of the word no-one had heard for a thousand generations.

"LUMOS"