The night was heavy and thick. Ruhuahua was utterly exhausted, her strength pushed far beyond its limits. She had no idea where she was heading, yet she continued to run, driven by the frantic, primal instinct to survive.
She dared not stop, but the curses and shouts behind her grew ever closer. Ruhuahua knew it was because her pace was flagging; the gap between her and her pursuers was rapidly shrinking. The area was remote, the terrain complex, and the darkness obscured everything. The mountain path was narrow, and on one side, a steep slope suggested they were halfway up the mountainside.
Her footsteps grew heavier, becoming an agonizing effort to lift. Suddenly, a large rock appeared beneath her, catching her off guard and causing her to trip. She fell.
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