and time it waits for no one

Looking over her shoulder would be a mistake. What Maea glimpsed has little words to describe it - jumbled teeth and mismatched features, flickering in and out of existence in its movements as it clawed and lurched after her, the horror would imprint itself onto her mind for the foreseeable future. But running was working, and as her legs pumped and the air froze in her lungs, she would find herself somehow more sure footed. More lithe and graceful, better able to handle the uneven ground. And then a chasm opened up ahead - impossibly large, it would seem, a yawning blackness without end. And Ludo's voice, again-- "Jump." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own