i had been walking for days. my village was far behide me, out of sight. I thought id be missing my home by now. iv been waiting for that gut renching yearning for my families safe little hut. the dusty streets and filthy water wells. i thought i would miss the norm... but that yearning hasnt hit yet. im to filled up with the exitment of a new world, just ahead of me over the dooms. iv only read about the earth kingdoms from travelers, and scroles...and those dated back to the hundreed year way era. I cant emagine what awaits for me in the city. years of hijacks and work. years of wollowing in dust, and listen to domm beatels screach for hours on end... years that never change. i know that our desert is a dangerous one... i know that people fear the sands of time, but if its "change" they fear, then they truley are fools.

i am not scared of the desert. its was my desert and it always will be for no matter how long im away. my heart was baried here a very long time ago. the desert was all consuming, a true burden for and out sider... a deadly burden, but this was my element. me and the desert respect one another.

i stopped in my trackes for a moment to catch my breath. my turban protected my from the suns rays, and the heat did not bother me in the slightest. i closed my eyes and breathed in the dust. i began to feel each individual grain vibrate, creating glorious friction that tickeled the softh skin beneth my feet. slowly, the sand began to rise, crawling betweem my toes and up my calves. stamping my heel into the mound of rissen sand, i corck screwed down neck deep into the desert floor. at this depth, the ground was cool, and comfortible. resting my head back for a short nap, i layed at peace, compacted in a great chill.

30 minutes passed by, and i was in a pretty deep slumber when a gust of wind gushed my turben clean off my head. wide awak now and clear out of the grownd, i was dropped low in a crowch looking around to see what was going on. still grogy i looked up and flying over my head was a massive floating buffalo type thing with a load on its back and a brown arow between its eyes. massive gusts of wind folowed it, puffing up sand clowds with each flick of its tail. it was gone as soon as it came, but i could hear faint voices through the gusts as it flew off. "um... mako? i think i just saw a severed head." "dont be stupid boe, the heats just getting to ya."