Mythra’s consciousness was fading as he dragged his feet through the endless sand dunes of the Uria Wasteland. His dehydration had caused his lips dry and shed like a kukian maggot on its growth spurt. His wavy hair--though cut short to prevent itching and discomfort was still drenched wet from his own sweat thus making his hair look like the seaweed from the Mane Shore.
He tried to wipe the sweat off his face with his handless right arm only to be reminded by the fact that he had lost his right arm not a day ago, he then wiped the sweat on his face with his left hand.
Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t lose my arm only to some oversized gecko. Mythra thought to himself as he laughed at himself attempting to wipe his face with a handless arm not a moment ago, the toll of his journey did not only affect his body but his mind as well. As he passed through the Wasteland he can’t stop feeling as if he was being watched by someone.. or something, he wasn’t sure. But for the 8 days he had spent treading through this wasteland, he never met anybody else sane enough to travel through the wasteland just as he did now.
The only time he met another life form other than cacti tree in this wasteland was yesterday, the day he lost his right arm in a wrestle against a waroth lizard. Basically a sand crocodile waroth lizard was a species of non-sentient bipedal lizard half meters in height with strong buffed hind legs and 2 short sharp clawed arms. Waroth lizard uses its hind legs to dig a hole to bury itself in the sand. Buried in the sand with yellow sand-like colored scale it can lie dormant for days, even weeks without food and water until there’s something or someone unlucky enough to spring their trap, yesterday Mytra was the unlucky winner. The waroth bit his arm clean with its strong jaw in a surprise attack, Mythra reacted in only a split second, blasted a hole in the waroth’s head trough its eye with his wrist mounted gun in his left hand. The waroth died in an instant as its brain melted from the laser shot by Mythra. If not for the medikit he had prepared before his journey he would have been dead from blood loss, but the medikit closed his wound and cover it with artificial flesh and skin.
The thought of being lost in the wasteland had crossed his mind several times in the past 2 days, it broughts stress and desperation as he ponders why haven’t he reached his destination when his journey should only take 3 days at most. Now for 3 days he was hanging on to life with only cacti juice and the waroth meat he had obtained just yesterday.
Unlike many places on the Planet Kyna, Uria Wasteland was not famous for the savagery of the beast and creature that lived in it, but rather the ever shifting sand dunes and its magnetic properties of its sand. The shifting and changing sand dunes on the wasteland deceive the eyes of travelers that rely too much on their vision, the magnetic sand disrupts geomap and other forms of navigating machines. The sand and its magnetic properties made it almost impossible for anyone to navigate through it, not to mention the area which it covers, Uria Wasteland was a mazeless maze to put it simply. “But it’s only almost impossible, almost, so it’s still doable”, was what Mythra’s thought before he started his journey.
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For his almost impossible journey through the Uria Wasteland, Mythra had prepared what some would call an ingenious plan, but another would call crazy plan, to say the least. It was an unorthodox method and to execute it, Mythra had trained his body in a simulation to the wasteland a week before his journey. He had trained his body to function normally with only little to none water in his system, to walk hours in the same rhythm of an exact 40cm long step, and to sleep only 2 hours a day.
The plan was to travel the wasteland in a rhythmic and counted 40cm steps. He had made a very long list of step sequence with a detailed information on how much deviation the steps were to a 1/100 degree precision. But as the Hantoo Star sank on the horizon, marking the 8th days of his journey he realized that his plan was anything but a good plan. His plan busted, he wandered through the wasteland with only hope and tenacity propelled him forward.
The Hantoo Star was just above the horizon when Mythra decided to take a quick rest to restore his energy and get rid of the fatigue that had built up in his system from his 7 hours non-stop walk. He cut a bark of a nearby cacti tree with lading blade he pulled from a pocket in his belt and let the juice drip into a bowl he had prepared before..
The Hantoo Star is the sun, which the planet Kyna, the planet which Mythra step upon revolves around. It was twice in size compared to the sun in the earth’s solar system. The planet Kyna is the fifth planet in the Hantoo Star System and was the only habitable rock beside the giant moon of Planet Kyva the seventh planet in the system.
Mythra felt his consciousness fading as he gazed upon the beautiful sunset at the horizon, the fatigue from the 7 hours long walk had taken its toll. Up until his fifth day of his journey, a seven hours long walk would be a piece of cake for him, but with his supply exhausted it was a different case. He got no energy to do anything. The face of Indura Sitrak, his Informant, passed faintly in his mind just before he fell asleep.
Mythra saw only darkness as far as his eyes could see. But he welcomed the darkness, he had accepted it as a part of himself since long ago. The darkness was a nightmare when it first appears, consumed him, swallowed him whole, only to spit him out again and swallowed him again, it was an endless cycle of agony he wished he never experienced. But he always lived in a darkness since his birth to the world and slowly he had come to accept it, he befriended it.
He floated around in the darkness. He enjoyed it, flying and floating in the darkness, flying was one thing he truly wished in this world, “fly off this stinking godforsaken rock to wherever it is”, was his prayer to God almost every day, if there is one. But twenty years of searching around the planet for a way to fly off it had naught result, he was trapped there.
For more than twenty years the only thing that made him keep going through his miserable life was only a speck of hope. From time to time, sometimes in a week interval, sometimes months, he would dream about his family. He couldn’t remember anything about them though.
Mythra opened his eyes, he could feel his right hand, but it was smaller. He was crying on a small caged bed, when a woman appeared, but he couldn't make out her features. Was she a blonde? Was she black, white, asian? He didn’t know. Her face was hazy.
She lifted him up, out of the cage. She was so close to him, face to face, only 15 cm apart. She was saying things, but all he could heard was only a babbling. She then pulled him closer, gave him a warm embrace. The warmest embrace. He closed his eyes, enveloped in the warmth.