Hana ran as fast as her feet would carry her, sparing no thought for the brutal rays searing into her darkening skin. Her ancestors had come from a continent not so different from Cophus, and she had learned to adapt and survive just as they had. Sweat dripped down her brow, pooling between her breasts and at the small of her back, but still her legs beat forward at a relentless pace.
Beneath the rise and fall of three suns, she was losing precious water, but there was no alternative. If Hana did not reach the next location before she dehydrated, she would have to backtrack- something she had been forced to do countless times before.
Over the passing days, weeks, and months, her feet had come to know Cophus well. Every desolate inch of it. Moving further North, the planet’s rolling san
