The three-day trod felt as if we had been on a month-long hike up a steep mountain. My heart pounded in my ears. Each step forward was a struggle. I had to push my mind to never give up. A mental test I was about to fail. I had never been this happy to be sandwiched between Sabastian and Alzar as I did on that plod. If it was not for their strength, keeping me up, I would have collapsed hours ago.
The desert preyed on one's mental and physical strength. The lack of oxygen and the heat weighed down on its visitors. I thought the skeleton in the name meant something. From the looks of things, the skeleton in the title had to mean death. If we stayed here too long, the desert would feed on us until we were skeletons.
I licked my chapped lips.
