The desert was merciless once again.
The sun was high in the sky, blazing like an unforgiving god, burning their already exhausted bodies as they trudged across the endless sea of sand.
Her skin had developed an extra coating of dust and she was certain her lungs were at least fifty percent desert sand by now.
The young handsome blonde man who had guided them from the inn had introduced himself as Anakin.
He walked a few steps ahead of them casually in a way that made Evangeline want to throw a rock at his head.
He didn't seem the least bit bothered by the scorching heat, while she and Sereia were barely hanging on to their sanity.
Sereia wiped sweat from her forehead with a groan. "Are we sure this is worth it? We could turn back and live our days as unfortunate folks in that inn," she said, "shit I think I'm out of sweat."
Evangeline shot her a glare.
"You wanted adventure, remember."
