If the sands of Egypt could talk, they would speak about the darkness that happened in the middle of that one horrifying night. An event with such tragedy, coldness but over all one of the ultimate betrayal. No one ever speaks about it and no one knows why, no one dares to bring it up. Buried out in the desolate, hot, dry, plains, is the sand that runs red with the stains of blood shed that coated the area one time. Some say you can still hear the screams of agony, the echos from the screeching howls of children, a mother's cry, a father's plea. Some say that it is haunted with lingering pain, sorrow, a sickness so severe that it is sad to rob the happiness from you and makes your blood run cold.
What happened out there should never have occurred. A family of happiness that was destroyed. Love that was so joyous, turned sorrow. There was no more laughter, no more love. Only the echoed, tortured pain. This is the story of what happens when betrayal takes hold. There are consequences to being rescued.