The sun shone red through the cloud. The very land seemed to be dead, dried up long ago. It was genuinly rocky for a desert, like the earth was trying to burst up through the parched sand. I was...uneasy. I couldn't smell any creature for many miles. I kept going over what Murphy said in his head. "I gots me a feeling about you." Cleary Murphy had a hunch. At least, I thought, the dark beings that attacked my province have been made known to the surrounding peoples. A day of walking, and a cold sleepless night. I began think of stories I heard... The desert walkers... Beings, taller than our kind, but stouter. Feracious nomads of the desert with stony skin, and strange faces. They are invulnerable, as the story goes, regenerating wounds with astounding speed. The Knareen. I was dearly hoping they were just a legend. Clearly as time goes on, legends forget to be legends. I was captured as I climbed a large boulder. A net was flung over me. I could see figures cautiously moving towards me. I burned through the net and thrust my immolating hands through them. The figures yelled, talked hurriedly in some strange tongue, and proceeded to hurl a large rock at me. The concusion gave them enough time to restrain me. They carried me along by the shoulders. They were clearly strong, altough the concusion had dazed me. I was led through extensive tiny canyons, and clever passanges throughn the rockwork. Suddenyl , the path opened up, and I was led into the city of the Knareen. It seemd to be well lit, with guards all around. This passsage opened up into a large market place. Knareen children (to my best guess) were jerring and throwing rocks. Past this quaint little area through several tunnels, and into a large chamber. The guards led me through a locked door, and chained me to a wall. "Second time I've been captured, I thought.'' I looked up to survey the room, and I was awstruck. There was Rayman, chain to the wall opposite me. My hands burned. _________________