Day 21: Canon-divergent Atem. Ancient Egypt. True drabble.
Harsh Climate
Atem had never been lost in the desert, had barely even set foot in it. The whipping winds and scalding heat were banished at the palace gate, replaced by cool fountains and shaded canopies, the oasis in which he had always lived his life.
Until now.
Now he'd chased a thief into the unknown, and while the fiend melted away, laughing, into the whirling sand, Atem was left alone, his horse vanished. No water in sight. Unable to find his way back home.
And when he drew his final breath, there was no one but the desert to hear it.