Inuyasha walked on the hot desert sand. His feet were red because of the temperature of the ground he was walking on. Without knowing where he was Inuyasha walked on. It felt like he had walked liked this for days, but he couldn't tell, with no explanation of where he was or what time it was he could not be more lost. The only thing he could think of was his raging thirst, but there was nothing near him, no plant life, no people, no water, only the wind and the sand, not even the sun, just darkness, wind, and sand.
He couldn't say where he was going, just somewhere, he always felt something pushing him forward if he tried to stop. He wasn't aloud to stop. Inuyasha's mind was almost completely blank. He couldn't remember anything other then his name. He knew that he came from somewhere else but every time he tried to think about his original surroundings all he would know is that it was very bright. So instead, he followed his gut.
'Inuyasha…'
Inuyasha stopped, his name had rang clear as a bell but nothing other then the wind made sound. It was as if his name was being called by the wind, no, called was wrong, more like thought. As if the wind, had whispered or thought his name. Inuyasha shook his head, no, that was impossible.