~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Cold breeze and snow made the old man and the young man shivered. Their lips turned pale as they couldn't find a way to warm themselves.
The fire began to fade as everything was frozen. Firing woods was out of the sight as the old man rubbed his hands to at least make it warmer.
"Come on, Garron! I know you can find it!"
Belor whispered as he couldn't move his legs. His entire body was numb because of the cold weather.
The young man on his lap moved his head sideways. He uttered words that aren't clear.
"Hold on, young man."
"Hold on!"
He tapped his cold cheeks as he has blown the fire to provoke it and produce a warming air.
"Sa–Sahara,"
"Ho–hold on to me, Sahara!"
Billy screamed as he was unconscious. His forehead was sweating as he narrowed his eyes.
"No! Do–don't go yet! You have to know the truth! The truth behind your identity!"
