Nyah was unsure how long she'd been running, but it had certainly been a long, long time.
Even a good mile or so from the Imperial base she had made her hasty escape from, she still thought she could hear their heavy footfalls on the ground behind her, deafening in their military boots. Her heart fluttered in her chest, her lungs blazing. Every inch of her was exhausted. She couldn't afford to stop, though; she couldn't afford to let this slip, not when she'd come so far and tried so hard.
She'd hardly noticed that she'd gotten as far as the swamp until the ground became slick and treacherous beneath her, and she was forced to dive into an abandoned canoe.