I Met My Sleep Paralysis Demon.

Still disoriented from being thrown, Sephiran was slow at getting back on his feet. He stumbled a few steps, his mind filled with fog as Areseen came beside him. The first polar bear had been pursuing him, but it came to a sudden stop several yards away as another bear erupted from the tree line. Together, they pushed forward, vocalizing threats through low growls and bellowing that was just short of a roar. Got any ideas? Not any that wouldn’t get them killed. “Hell is coming sooner than we thought.” He retorted, puffing out his chest and bristling his pelt to try and look more intimidating. But it was a waste of time. The two bears weren’t scared of them at all.

And then, Sephiran felt the earth suddenly drop off at his back feet. Which meant they had reached the edge of the cliff they had been chased to. Behind them was a long drop to the bottom of the gorge, which was littered with rocks and snow drifts. It became apparent, that the two wolves had two choices; fight to the death, or jump and hope they survived. Sephiran drew one last, deep breath before his gaze shifted to Aresenn. He assumed the pirate had the same realization.

His jaws opened, but before he could speak, the two bears abruptly charged forward with the intent to kill. Sephiran twisted around, attempting to shove his shoulder into Aresenn, prompting him to follow. And then he jumped off the cliff, free-falling for what seemed like an eternity. Hitting small branches that sprawled out from the cliffside until he finally landed in a snow drift. The impact knocked the wind out of him, causing him to gasp for air as he sank into the snow. But at least he was alive.

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