I can't hear my own footsteps over the sound of my pounding heart as I run through the snow, which is at my ankles now. My pursuer is gaining ground. I expected that. After all, he's always been a fast runner, that's why he hasn't given up yet. He knows I'll tire out soon enough. He knows when I do I'll turn to fight. I know it's a fight I can't win. However, what he doesn't know is that I know exactly where I'm going.
Up ahead is a cliff, completely surrounded by a thick fog. If I stop and hide behind a tree before he catches up there's a possibility that he'll run off the edge. I'll only have a small opportunity to make this work, so I speed up, forcing all my energy on running.
Slowly, his breath stops running down my neck. Almost there!, I tell myself. I risk looking behind me as we enter the fog, scanning for his figure. Nothing! Now's my chance! I jumped behind the nearest pine, pressing myself against the rough bark. I'm only a few steps away from the edge now. I held my breath as I heard the crunch of snow on feet. He slowed down, coming to a stop. Dammit!
The sound gets closer and closer, until I can tell he's found me. Time slows and I think of all the people who will miss me. Unanswered questions race through my mind: Will they find me or will the snow conceal my horrible fate? I could only hope that a dragon will fly out of the sky to save me before I hit the ground.
One step to the edge. Two. Three. Then I'm running again, and before I can think...I jump. I hear the wind rushing past my ears as the ground rises up to meet me. My heart stops. Then all is black.