(This may be a touch grim, if that disinterests you, I suggest scrolling by.)
The sands were overwhelming, having been whipped into an absolute frenzy. Sand buffeted against the hard stone passes, eroding the structures and on occasion causing large stones to go sailing through the air. The heat was palpable. It seared to the bone any unfortunate sole navigating the wastes. One such figure dredged through the sands, clad in a worn brown leather outfit cobbled together with various linens. It was impossible to tell whether it had always been brown, or if the sands that clung to it gave it its present hue. Each gust threatening to knock the figure tumbling to the ground. He stood his ground, taking slow steady steps against the currents.
How had it come to this? His mind turned to happier times, simpler times. He remembered before the world went to hell. He remembered meadows that dotted the horizon and flowing streams that seemed to go on forever. The feel of cool water engulfing him. Meeting Silvia, the bombastic blond at a pub. They had danced the night away. The face of her on their wedding day, her glowing blue eyes that seemed to hold all the depths of the ocean meeting his with that glint of ecstasy. The feel of holding her close the first night they had loved one another. Her scent, the sensation of her silky soft skin against his. The taste of her kiss. The feel of their child growing inside her, his hand against her taut belly. The look of her dark blue gown and pale white skin in a casket. He winced, sometimes it was best not to remember.
He continued his trek through the wastes, trudging under an overarching pass of stone. It was going to be nightfall soon, he'd have to find someplace to make camp if he wanted to be safe from the terrors the curse had wrought. Maybe under the overhanging rock? It'd provide shelter from the-
The overhang crumbled above him, a torrent of stones loosed on the grounds below. He tried to leap out of the way, but the sheer force of the wind through the pass made it nigh impossible to move. Rocks and pebbles pelted him from above and sent him toppling to the ground. He strained, trying to pull himself free only to have a giant boulder collapse above him, the sound of it splintering as it hit other rocks that covered him. A searing pain ran through his skull, and the world faded to black.
Gods it was hot…and the pain, why did everything hurt? You open your eyesPost too long. Click here to view the full text.