The sun was rising, hurting her eyes.
"The sun... she tought... I guess I'll never see my family again..."
The sands of the desert begun to move... hitting her skin and remembering her of how her life used to be. Running through the wastes of Athas.
"Another world is possible" she used to think. "I'll find somewhere better", she used to think. She never tought that maybe she would have to die to find out.
She barely survived her first night alone in the desert. She just fell, exhausted when the last creature fell. And she would die of thirst, under the dark sun.
A cloud of sand formed. She closed her eyes, waiting for the biting sensation of the sand against her skin in the twilight of the dawn.
Much for her surprise, there was no sand in the wind. Instead, the cloud was chill and soft.
"What a surprise" she tought. "Am I dying? Is it the feeling of dying? A chill mist around your body? Then it is not unpleasant at all..."
