The loud clopping of the horse's hooves against the hard soil beneath us was in sync with the beating of my own heart. Slowly I wrapped the reigns tighter around my hands and exhaled, reminding myself that the witch had promised me a safe escape. I turned around for a split second to see if anyone was following, and I swore I couldn't breath. 

The guards, dressed in black and riding atop even darker horses, were trailing me, getting closer and closer every second. I urged Nicker to move faster, to carry my away from here faster, and silently cursed that dreadful, lying witch. All her promised had been lies.

I glanced behind me again only to see that no matter what I did, they were growing closer. But the moment I whipped my head back around, I realized I had worse things to worry about. I galloping right towards a deep chasm, and I was going too fast to make it in time. I did my best to pull the reigns back to slow down Nicker, but it was no use.

We went over the edge.