The rushing wind and cold grazing her fair skin was all she could hear coupled with the wild beating of her heart that thumped loudly in her ribcage.
"S... Sthena!" Perdita shrieked, feeling out of breath at the impending death waiting for both of them as they continued to transcend down the cliff with speed.
Sthena held a passive look on his face as if he didn't know what was going to become of them. In fear, Perdita closed her eyes while in silent prayer as she awaited her death.
However, instead of crashing into the forest that was below the cliff where they could have received multiple scratches before hitting their death, Perdita felt herself land on a soft and cold place with Sthena hovering above her.
Perdita's chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths to calm her nerves which had turned jittery. It took a while for her brain to register that she didn't fall to her death as she had anticipated, but was now lying in a soft and cold place.
