The sun rose over the hills, a cold breeze buffeted the trees making them shake wildly, as if they were trying to free themselves from their rooted grasp of the ground. Down the road a ways, just before the hills began, a boy walked with a confident stride. He was about the age of 15, his half grown head of brown hair blew in the wind. Wearing a grey robe and a green tunic, with a bag slung over his shoulder, he stopped to smell the air once more before he turned and jumped over the ditch, leaving the road behind him.
Now for the next half hour, the boy walked through what seemed to be endless amounts of fields, the wind blew and created small dust twisters that could easily through a bird out of the hair, if it hadn't expected to hit the twister. Soon the boy had came to a house, the house was small, there was also a barn and a cow outside, grazing on the tall grass that had been ignored will it had eaten a different patch. The boy then broke into a short stride and stopped at the door of the house, which was merely a few planks tied together or wooden hinges, typical for buildings of their time.
When he entered, a woman sat at a table, pulling greens husks off of cobs of corn and putting them in a basket, where a small child sat on the floor, tying the husks together and making green dolls. The boy walked to the table and lay the sack onto the table and said, "Well that's the last batch, the Elwore's and the Kyn's had also gathered some of Farmer Graddle's last apples and this is what was left." The woman looked up with worry and said with a slightly crackly voice, trying her hardest not to sound sick, "Oh Graize, did the Elwore's get enough? I heard their daughter was sick, it was probably that disease that's being carried through the dust in the wind." Graize disregarded her question, for it was ritorical he thought, "This place is dieing, we can't stay longer mother. Where is Barkou?" She looked up at him and put her hand over her mouth. "He has already left, I tried to tell him that you two should stay together, but he said f you split up, your chances of finding a new home would double." Graize looked down at the floor, " That fool, I'll have to go after him, me and him both know this wasn't our plan. He should have stayed so we can go together, he can't stay out there alone." His mother the exclaimed, "You are going nowhere until you have rested, what if you did find him, all it takes is a few desert crawlers and we wont have you here to help us because you will be killed. Rest now, and tomorrow you will be strong enough to travel again." Grazian couldn't argue, so he bowed his head and left the room and walked up the creecky stairs to his room, where he layed down and fell asleep.