Day 20 of Fall, AV 453 'Pace yourself boy. You can't keep going like this. You'll need water soon.' Valleck trudged slowly through the blistering sands of Ekytol. His body ached with wearines. His eyes burned with the horrible blend of sand and sweat attacking him. The sun, Syna was cruel. It burned him worse than he could ever remember in his whole childhood of Syliras. As he glanced into the sky, he could see the outline of the moon in that dreadfully clear sky. Leth would be upon him in a few bells, thank the gods. He was tired of this heat, and even though every night he felt eager for the sun's warmth again, he desired it. Foolish, tired, man. Valleck panted as he held his waterskin tightly in his hand. He had been very careful not to drink too deeply from it, yet still it sat half empty. He thirsted for more, so badly, but it was all he had left. He couldn't risk it, not now, not until he was out of the sands, out of this place and was back to cooler, wetter regions of the world. But, by the gods it was hot! Valleck searched around him, peering over mounds of sand that extended for miles upon miles. Wait, what was that! An Oasis! Perfect! He heard the Benshiras talking about them. Rare as they were, they were beautiful and welcomed sights by any and all travelers. Finally, a respite. Valleck took a swig of his water reserves before trotting towards his new destination with excitement. It was a ways off, but not too far. He would reach it by sundown for certain! He would drink, fill his waterskin, drink some more, sleep, and continue in the morning. But the Oasis was a bit farther than he expected. His trot turned into a vigorous walk, which eventually faded into into a tiresome trudging once more. The Oasis, it was gone now, as was a majority of Syna's warmth. Surely it had just disappeared over the next dune, and Valleck would stumble across it in a few chimes, surely. Valleck fell to his knees. He hadn't slept in two days, eaten a good strong full meal in even longer, and he was down to a single drink of water in his waterskin. This was horrible. He needed a rest, a respite. Right there on the sands Valeck dropped to his side and closed his eyes. "Just a few chimes and I'll walk again." Little did Valleck know that the gods were more clever than cruel, for under him inside the slowly dissipating sand dune was a sword, strange and mysterious, yet had a mind of its own. This sword would become a very significant find in Valleck's lengthy life. |