The sea of sand
Chapter 1. Drifting out of Consciousness
The sun blazed down upon the gentle, drifting sand, glazing the glass like dust in an orange display of the winds warm breath, sweat rolled down the side of my face. I wiped my brow and looked up, parched as though I was nothing but a grain amongst many in the harrowed earth i tread upon.
Footprints vanished slowly behind me like leaves from Lordaeron trees, bitter and blighted, floating away like nothingness recollecting like I'd never existed. Never walked across these dunes and took this adventure. This journey.
My hands trembling, i perched the right upon forehead and scouted ahead, ripples like the ocean appeared transparently in front of me, dancing in a ghostly display of erratic movements, blurring the reality of desert. Off into the distance, leaning menacingly, creating the shade that would ironically provide my relief from this heat stood a monolithic structure of earth and sand. A monument ever watching as though gazing ominously upon its sea of sand.
Sporadic dust seemed to gravitate around the structure in rings of polarity. The dust however was moving, it was unique and living. It's wings and legs, fluttering and twitching unpredictably. Dark worn pincers and eyes shining and reflecting the bright colours stained upon their husks like the mark of a tribe. This was the Silithid, an ancient race of insect like creatures, flourishing in a land where all life fades. They work night and day in the torturing heat to rebuild the scarab walls of their Anquiri empire.
I realised now that the Hippogryph master Cloud Skydancer was right in his prior scouting of the sanctity of this savage land.
As the wind blew, cooling my burning skin, chanting and humming like the ghosts of the dead, felled at the battle of An'Quiraj, Whispering to me that I must go now, either forward or back, Fate asking for a direction, my choice will be my saviour or demise. Not only for me but for the people of the Cenarion circle, the Cenarion hold, my home of this lengthy expedition.
