Epiloge
The sun was baking, shining down from the sky upon mounds and what seemed to be an endless supply of pale yellow sand. There was no wind, no clouds, no water, no greenery. But there was a sound beyond, the only thing that penetrated the silence.
Her forehead furrowed, her eyebrows twitching as the sun beat down on her skin. She lay on the sand, feeling it move beneath her, but she felt as though there was nothing.
The brilliant blue eyes opened.
She stared at the brilliant sky, lit up by the stunning sun. She stayed there, lying on the sand, staring at the sky. None of this felt wrong, and yet, everything was. Her brain was trying to process, but she couldn't work out what it was she was thinking about. Why was she cautious? Was there trouble?
She was still for another minute, before she had the sudden need to sit up, and so she did. Her hair, brown at the roots before fading into a pale blonde, fell around her shoulders, wavy, long, to her waist.
She wore a white shirt, with a black vest over the top, hugging her chest and waist and showing her brilliant curves. Her legs were clad in tight black pants. She looked herself over. Her hands, one held leather thonging on the wrist, the other was wrapped in fabric. She had rings over her fingers and bangles over one wrist. One of the rings was a shocking blue, like her eyes, gleaming up at her in the sun.
Something was strapped to her thigh, a holster, holding a pistol. And at her side, laying in the sand, were two swords, sitting in sheaths and strapped to her waist. Her feet were clad in brown boots to her knees.
That was normal… wasn't it?
The air was suddenly broken by wind. It swirled around her and she was lifted from the sand, only a few grains being caught in the unnatural occurrence as she was neatly placed on her feet. She ignored the action as she looked around. There was nothing but sand? Then why did it feel like she was looking for something?
She began to walk, looking across the landscape. It seemed nothing was here, but she had the desire to look. There was something worth finding in this empty desert, and for what ever reason, she was determined to find it.
This will be the start of the third book when I eventually get around to it.
Please, if there are things you'd like Blake to do, or see, or things you'd like to read about Blake, leave me a review and let me know, it'll really help me with a timeline and clearing up any confusions that you think need addressing.
I hope you enjoyed the Dark Streak and I promise to eventually put up the next one.
Thank you for reading.