Heyy guys! Here is a new ScoRose I have been dying to write! I hope you all like it =) Thank you for reading!
"Water! I need water!" he screamed in pain due to thirst, "Oh look there! There is water! My water!" he told the camel standing beside him.
He started running with renewed energy as he saw the pool of water being shaded by a palm tree. Naturally he would have wondered why there was a palm tree in the middle of the Sahara Desert but all thoughts evaded him as he ran to the water parched. He ran for what felt like miles and miles until he realized that it had been what felt like hours since he had found his water pool. Looking back he saw that his companion camel was nowhere in sight. Looking back at the pool, he noticed that it seemed to be the same length away it had been before.
He slowly started to walk to the pool finally seeing how the pool moved away from him the closer he got. Opening his mouth, he tried to let out a cry of desperation only to gag over sand which has been blown in his face. He coughed, trying to get the sand out and to get some saliva to entry his mouth so he could be realized, so he was not so thirsty. Sadly all that came was small grains of sand, no feeling of water anywhere in his body.
Allowing his knees to buckle, he fell down on the sandy land. It was barren, no sight of life anywhere. The water pool that been there seconds ago was now gone, nowhere in sight. Then it struck him… he had fallen prey to the heat!
He woke up with a start. Sitting up, he breathed heavily as he tried to ingest the room visually. It was pitch black, with some moonlight entering the room through the slight crack of the curtains. A small rise and fall of the blanket told him he was not alone. Swiftly getting up, he went to the table located in the middle of the room to get water.
He picked the jar up, expecting it to be full and almost flung it across the room since the thing was empty. Sighing internally he made his way out of the room after staring into the second bed which was also in the room near the door.
As he walked down to the stairs, he heard loud noises coming from one of the rooms. He stopped to make sure the voices were coming from the room that he thought they were, his parents' room. When he heard the name "Anya" being exchanged in the conversation he knew.
Sighing once again he made his way down to the kitchen to get his drink. He didn't want to hear anymore than he already had. What he had heard was enough to tell him that tomorrow was going to be a long day and maybe… just maybe… he should still hope.
Well I hope you all liked it! I wonder if you could guess whose POV the prologue was from? Hit me with your best guess :P