-FOUR YEARS LATER-
-No one-
Fayre had wandered the desert for the past four years. Occasionally stopping by a town or village for food and water only to be gone by morning. However, this time she hadn't come across a settlement for a while and she was starving and dehydrated. Though she was raised to survive in the desert, she was slowly reaching her limit and she knew this. But she still kept moving, she refused to stay still.
-Fayre-
'I can't die like this.'
I thought as I looked up at the blistering sun high above me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had something to eat, let alone something to drink. I could feel my fatigue catching up to me and knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer, but I refused to stop and rest because I knew that if I stopped then I wouldn't be able to move again. Wandering was the only thing that's kept me distracted from the hollow feeling I feel from when I lost Raja. I'd gotten my revenge and that should make me happy, but I still had an empty feeling inside me that wouldn't go away, but I could ignore it so long as I kept moving and didn't stop for too long.
I thought I saw a village in the distance, but my vision was going so I couldn't be too sure. My legs moved by themselves, I no longer had the will to move them. I felt my stomach clawing at my spine, begging for some kind of food. My throat was parched and it was hard to breathe in the hot, dry air of the desert around me. I looked up to see the gates of some kind of village and sighed in relief, then my body gave out on me. I fell to the ground, unable to move anymore. The sand was a soft blanket and I was too tired to refuse it's tempting call. I closed my eyes and slipped into the darkness I had been trying to avoid for so long.
A/N: I'm sorry that it's short, but at least I updated. The story is getting to where I want, so yay. Please read and review. Love you all, later.