A/N: One day, I was trapped inside a building... with no internet. I know, it was horrifying. Anyway, I don't even know if anyone read the last "chapter" but here's another couple words because... well... I didn't see why not.Do note that this is my first time publishing something on here (speaking for the first chapter as well) and... well I don't want to be like other people. Please, don't go easy on me. Be mean. Give me critisicm.

Hidden inside the storm of sand, a winged beast flew calmly and quickly. The sands grated against it's scales, but it did not slow. It's wings worked like sails, catching the wind and giving it flight.

As it was gliding along one rather powerful gust of wind, it noticed something shining in the waves of sand below. A shiny black object, not too different from a pretty stone.

The longer it stared, the more it seemed to fade away. With a start, the wyvern realised the object was being quickly buried in the sand. Not wanting to miss out on this opportunity- for a pretty stone, that is- the creature quickly descended through the grating winds.

It spread it's wings, lightly landing 'in' the sands close to the object. It was already almost completely covered.

Without missing a beat, the creature stood before where the object was buried on it's two powerful hind legs and began digging into the sand with its forelegs.

The buffeting winds tried to push the beast away, and it curled out one of its leathery wings to help prevent the painful particles from blinding it.

It scratched and shoved and the sands below it- the deeper it dug, the quicker the hole seemed to fill up again. Eventually, it managed to unearth the odd black object from the 'ocean', and it brought it up to bare.

The object- which the creature soon realised wasnt actually an object at all- was covered in sand, tiny scratches and dents from said sand, and also a few larger claw marks that was most likely given to it when the creature was digging it up.

It was a hunter- a two-legged mammal covered in a suit of armour. It appeared to be lifeless.

With a huff of derision, the creature threw the hunter to the side, and, in a gust of wind-swept sand, it had taken flight once more- but not before screeching shortly in disappointment. It didn't take very long for the winds to blow the wyvern up and away again.

Afterwards, when the beast had glided off to who-knows-where, a low groan could be heard from the armoured individual.

The hunter, in her half-concious state, rolled onto her side. A gauntleted hand pushed against the sand and she tried to pull herself up.

In every nook and cranny in her armour, there was sand. Inside her gauntlets and boots, there was sand. She saw and felt and heard nothing but sand, sand, and more sand. Utterly blind and not knowing up from down, the hunter tried her best to stumble to an almost-kind-of-standing position.

With no direction in mind- or, well, anything at all in mind- the hunter shambled forwards.

Many times, she fell, and the sands threatened to swallow her once again. And many of those times, she managed to stand up again, and she managed to move forwards. Slowly but surely, she trekked across the desert, the winds grated against her armour and sending her cape flying behind her. Her side ached, and she couldn't tell whether it was from the Mohran's devastating attack or something else.

She didn't know what happened. One moment, she was being blasted by the desert storm, struggling just to take a single step forwards. Suddenly, she found herself rolling down a hill, and just as suddenly the sands had stopped slamming against her and she could almost see again.

She was sure it got a little darker.

Soon, she had stopped rolling, and was once again lying still in the sand. But this time- apart from a light showering of particles that came from above somewhere- the 'ocean' was still. Some part of her muddled brain realised that she wasn't in threat of being buried any time soon, and she promptly fell unconscious.

The hunter found herself inside of a cave. A short while ago, she had awoken again, and had dragged herself up to a wall and propped herself against it.

Now much more lucid, she had looked around and taken note of her surroundings.

It appeared to be some sort of cave. Sands stretched from above, down the slope she had previously rolled down, and further down into the darkness. It appeared to suddenly drop off at a certain point.

The sides of the walls were mostly stone. Although there was no way for her to be sure, part of it looked almost as if it was made out of... bone. Particularly, rib bones- curving up and forming the roof of the cave.

All in all, it held a very... ominous atmosphere.

Outside, it was calm, but dark. The storm had finally died down, although there was still wind blowing around. The hunter was unconscious, having fallen asleep against the wall of the cave. She had ached all over, and although she tried her best to scrub the sand out of her armour, she had decided not to bother until she'd gotten out of this area. Unfortunately, she had also decided that 'getting out of this area' could happen between anywhere from 3 days to 14 months... depending on whether or not there were any other survivors, whether those survivors would bother searching for her, and whether or not anyone at all from anywhere would search for her.

It was unlikely.