Myron's POV

The cut in my side tore further causing me to feel an excruciating pain. Consequently, I let go of the tree and tumbled down.

I held on to a branch that was slowly snapping. My weight was too much for it to handle.

I cursed as cold air escaped from my lips. I looked down and couldn't see anything. It was dark and colder there and I did not need a soothsayer to tell me that I won't make it out of there alive.

A part of the branch broke.

I looked around me for anything I could hold on to but the darkness was too thick. I...