The Human
Prologe
The harsh heat from the sun was burning the ground, making it too hot for tender feet to stand on
The harsh heat from the sun was burning the ground, making it too hot for tender feet to stand on. The desert plane ahead held no shade for the passing traveller, just endless space and nothingness. Nothing grew here, and if anything had, it died long ago. The land was ancient, but looked older. Rain had not reached these lands for longer than anyone has known. The blue sky was like the harsh land; never ending.
A small human girl, the only living thing to step into this land for over a decade, ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She was running fast, partly because of the heat of the ground, partly because she knew that if she stopped, she would die. She had to find water, shade, but she couldn't do that unless she was moving, and if she slowed, she would stop.
She can't have been older than six years, yet she had so much strength inside her. She hadn't stopped running for over an hour, but she wasn't to know that. She knew she had been running a long time. Her lungs burned, and her mouth had been so dry for so long she had forgotten what it felt like for it to be wet.
Although she was strong, she wasn't strong enough to withstand the heat of the day. When she could no longer run, she collapsed. She was too exhausted to care about the ground burning her delicate skin. She lost consciousness, as her surroundings faded around her. She had given up. It was all pointless. There was nothing to reach for. She lied there, motionless, knowing that she was going to die.