This was originally planned just to write while I was trying to get over my writer's block. But I think I am going to discontinue the other one and focus on this one, to tell you the truth I was getting very sick of writing return of chaos and it wasn't very good anyway.

Oh and in case your confused, this is a what if story, if Rikash and the other stormwings didn't show up to take Daine and Numair across the Sea of Sand. I didn't really explain it in the summary.

Disclaimer-I don't own anything!

Mortal Heroes

Staggering over to the rocky ledge towering over the Sea of Sand, Numair gazed across the brutal terrain, praying that their stormwing escorts would come, and soon.

"How does it look Numair?"

Daine had been standing nearby, observing her new found lover.

"At the moment sweet, not very good."

Numair wished he had more comforting words than that, for his sake and Daine's, but unless Rikash came to their aid they were both out of luck.

Daine walked up next to Numair and stared out into the clear sapphire sky. It was a gorgous day despite the scorching desert heat. Daine closed her eyes and savored the tranquil beauty. Just then an idea came to her head.

"You know Numair, I could fly out and search for them."

That statement immediately got Numair's attention.

"NO!"

Just the thought of Daine alone in the vast, desolate desert before him made his blood chill. Who knew what was out there?

Daine however wasn't very pleased with Numair's protection efforts, and glared daggers at him.

"Numair listen to me, if we don't do something right now, we will be stuck here looking up at the sky and whining that no one has come to help us for the rest of our lives."

Numair didn't really have anything to say to that blunt statement so he got up and decided to go gather kindling for a fire, mumbling something about pushy women along the way.

Daine watched Numair stalk off with an amused smile on her lips. Men could be so overprotective, expecially the one she was dealing with right now.

A sudden ache in her legs made Daine realize that she needed to sit down, so she perched herself up onto a nearby boulder and glanced across the horizon.

The Sea of Sand. She had heard stories, mostly from Alanna, about how mortal heroes are taken by the gods and placed there. If they survive, than their mortal impurities had been seared away. Daine shivered at the thought and prayed to every god that Rikash would come.

Numair, who had been diligently gathering wood, paused and sighed. He sneaked a glance over at Daine, who was staring mystified at the landscape in front of her. Gods how did she become so beautiful? With her rosy cheeks, full lips, lush curly hair… Come on Numair stop it! You've been abandoned by those who promised to help you, and now you are staring at your student like some lovesick puppy!

Numair snapped back into reality and looked down at the small bundle of wood in his hands. He dropped it and walked over to Daine.

Daine heard his approaching footsteps and turned around. She gazed into his fatigued face.

"I-I think we should attempt to cross the Sea of Sand. We aren't accomplishing anything just sitting around here waiting for help that won't come."

Numair looked down and nodded grimly. Mithros curse you Rikash!

Daine got down from the rock and threw her arms around Numair and layed her face against his chest. Numair wrapped his arms around her and gently pressed his lips against her forehead.

"Magelet, we should probably get some rest if we are journeying into the Sea of Sand tomarrow. "

Daine nodded, disentangled herself from Numair, and proceded to help set up camp.

There, how did you think it was? hehe yes, I know it was very short, and I intended it to be that way… don't worry you will understand later… review review review!

Sarah