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The storm had quelled to a calm.
Miles from the Shah's camp, Alistair trudged through the desert with Maho's staff, the map he had given him and a baby dragon on his shoulder. A few feet ahead, a young warrior from the Steppes scouted for any enemies they might run into. Alistair had run into her just after he had escaped the fireball that hit the stables, and they had run into the desert together. Her name was Niyu, and she had fought for the enemy. That didn't matter all too much to Alistair, who was just happy for some company after the traumatic ordeal.
Orange dunes rolled for miles, a gentle breeze shoving sand over them, the rays of the sun beating down like a seared drum. Alistair breathed in, his throat parched and dry. He raised his water flask to his lips, only to find there was nothing there. Niyu and himself needed to find water and a place to rest, or they might not make it another night.
Pulling his feet through the sand, Alistair walked up to Niyu and fell to his knees. Alzros, the baby dragon on his shoulder chirped and growled. He was probably hungry, but there was no food around that Alistair could feed him. Hanging his head, Alistair sat in a heap, his once pristine robes burnt and soaked with the blood of his master. Eyes bleary, he slowly raised his head and looked up at Niyu, the line between the sand and the sky fluttering behind her. He could have sworn he saw water, but it was just the heat distorting the view of the sand. Squinting, he peered behind Niyu, only to withdraw and sigh when he realized there was nothing there.
Nothing but sand for miles.
"If we don't find water soon, we're done for," Alistair groaned.
"Ugh," groggily, he pulled himself to his feet and brushed down the front of his robes, the sand clinging to the dried blood. He walked up beside Niyu and squinted, peering at the horizon. He had learned little about her since they met, apart from who she had fought for and where she came from. Alzros chirped and moaned, then flapped his wings and flew off Alistair's shoulder.
"See if you can find us some water, Alzros," Alistair instructed, then sent the dragon flying off with a wave of his hand.
Raising a hand to his forehead, he shielded his eyes from the sun and gazed up at the sky as he watched Alzros fly over the dunes. The dragon disappeared, leaving behind only a black speck against a sea of blue. Withdrawing, Alistair slumped his shoulders and sighed, then turned to face Niyu. She still didn't know that he had been on the Shah's side, and wasn't sure when he should tell her.
"So where's your brother?" He asked. He did know she had a brother who also fought for the Sultan, and was curious to know if he had been in the battle as well.
Miles from the Shah's camp, Alistair trudged through the desert with Maho's staff, the map he had given him and a baby dragon on his shoulder. A few feet ahead, a young warrior from the Steppes scouted for any enemies they might run into. Alistair had run into her just after he had escaped the fireball that hit the stables, and they had run into the desert together. Her name was Niyu, and she had fought for the enemy. That didn't matter all too much to Alistair, who was just happy for some company after the traumatic ordeal.
Orange dunes rolled for miles, a gentle breeze shoving sand over them, the rays of the sun beating down like a seared drum. Alistair breathed in, his throat parched and dry. He raised his water flask to his lips, only to find there was nothing there. Niyu and himself needed to find water and a place to rest, or they might not make it another night.
Pulling his feet through the sand, Alistair walked up to Niyu and fell to his knees. Alzros, the baby dragon on his shoulder chirped and growled. He was probably hungry, but there was no food around that Alistair could feed him. Hanging his head, Alistair sat in a heap, his once pristine robes burnt and soaked with the blood of his master. Eyes bleary, he slowly raised his head and looked up at Niyu, the line between the sand and the sky fluttering behind her. He could have sworn he saw water, but it was just the heat distorting the view of the sand. Squinting, he peered behind Niyu, only to withdraw and sigh when he realized there was nothing there.
Nothing but sand for miles.
"If we don't find water soon, we're done for," Alistair groaned.
"Ugh," groggily, he pulled himself to his feet and brushed down the front of his robes, the sand clinging to the dried blood. He walked up beside Niyu and squinted, peering at the horizon. He had learned little about her since they met, apart from who she had fought for and where she came from. Alzros chirped and moaned, then flapped his wings and flew off Alistair's shoulder.
"See if you can find us some water, Alzros," Alistair instructed, then sent the dragon flying off with a wave of his hand.
Raising a hand to his forehead, he shielded his eyes from the sun and gazed up at the sky as he watched Alzros fly over the dunes. The dragon disappeared, leaving behind only a black speck against a sea of blue. Withdrawing, Alistair slumped his shoulders and sighed, then turned to face Niyu. She still didn't know that he had been on the Shah's side, and wasn't sure when he should tell her.
"So where's your brother?" He asked. He did know she had a brother who also fought for the Sultan, and was curious to know if he had been in the battle as well.