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SEA OF SAND
He woke, coughing. A sea of red sand swam into view as he opened his eyes, bright suns overhead scorching him.
He hurt all over.
He spit out sand, and placed one chubby arm underneath himself, in an effort to stand. As he got to his feet, he tripped over his own foot and fell flat on his face... And began rolling down the giant dune.
Sky, sand, sky, sand - This is the scene that repeated, at least when his own body wasn’t blocking his vision, as he rolled down a giant dune. He noticed the sky was a bright blue-green on his way down.
The edges of his vision began to blink red the moment he stopped rolling, and damn, did he hurt.
“Where am I?”
Only a slight flow of air answered his question, not even enough to be called a breeze, and it did nothing to alleviate his suffering. Sand stuck to him as he sweat profusely. The edges of his vision drove him nuts.
“WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!” He screamed this time, slamming his fists into the sand. Sand spread out from where his fists hit, but there was nothing gained from the action. Small dents in the sand merely showed him he was weak.
He stumbled to his feet, panting after finally standing. He wasn’t in the best of shape, after all. He sighed to himself. The sky was too bright to look at for long; It was clear, and both suns were shining brightly. There was sand in every direction. The colors all seemed wrong.
The blinking on the edges of his vision faded away.
He inspected his clothes, and realizing he was wearing some kind of uniform. It was stiff, uncomfortable, and heavily torn. He was also barefoot.
He glanced at the dune, deciding he did not want to climb it, so he stumbled away in the opposite direction, attempting to use his arms to shield the back of his neck from the sun.
~~ 14 hours later ~~
Four moons decorated the sky, brightening the world as if they thought they were suns. The sand around him glowed and danced in strange colors, the sky an ever changing sea of silver, blue and red. Too many stars to count waved at him with their starry light. The view should be amazing, breathtaking - at least, to someone not dying in a desert.
He was on his back; Earlier, he had decided to cover himself with sand, and use his uniform top to block his face from the suns. He probably dozed, but he didn’t remember. When it was noticeably cooler, he unburied himself, got to his feet, and continued to trudge on in what he assumed was the same direction as before.
He had no reaction to the view before him, just that he had to get… somewhere.
~~ 6 hours later ~~
After six hours of trudging, tripping, and crawling, he finally noticed something in the distance, a glowing expanse of violet. He continued on, hoping it wasn’t sand.
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~~ 3 hours later ~~
He reached a point where sand and water met. He dropped to his knees, then flopped over into the violet mass of water. Dipping his fingers into the water, then bringing them to his lips, he prayed it wasn’t salt water.
Fortunately, it didn’t seem to be. He immediately tore a piece off his uniform, soaked it in water, and began sucking on it.
He didn’t understand why he was doing it, why he didn’t just dip his head under and drink deeply, until a thought floated into his head - “If I drink too much, too fast, I’ll get sick.” He then remembered how when one is dehydrated, they need to hydrate slowly.
Once he was hydrated enough to where he thought he could take it, he dipped his head under the cool water.
Some time later, he sat staring at the purple waves. “This water is so clear…” he said to the waves. For the first time since waking, his heart wasn’t hammering in his chest, attempting to break his ribs. He realized he had to decide where to go. If he stayed here forever, he would starve. At least he had a lot of fat to burn, he hadn’t seen any vegetation or signs of an animal since first waking up.
He stood, wiggling his feet in the cool sand under the liquid, and wet his finger. Then he held it high in the sky. Another thing he didn’t remember why he was doing, but he did remember that this could indicate something.
Nothing happened, and he felt nothing. So he turned to his left, and decided to start walking in that direction.
Day came, then night. Day came again. This cycle repeated many times. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and though he knew he should be starving, he felt very full. He knew this was a bad sign.
He stumbled, tripping over his own feet, but he managed to keep his balance. He squinted hard, because he spotted something different from sand and sea.
Getting closer, he saw gates, and outside those gates he saw two figures with long, pointy sticks. At least, thats what he could make out from this distance. They seemed to have wolf heads and tails, at least, until he got close enough for them to poke him with their spears. He realized it was armor.
“Who are you, and where did you come from, stranger? No one travels the deserts.” This came from the guard on his left.
The stranger sat, remaining silent and blinking at the guards. It looked like he was oblivious to everything, but his mind was racing.
After a long stretch of silence, the guards were visibly angry. The guard who spoke lifted his spear, and readied it to impale the stranger.
Finally, the stranger said the only thing he could say after racking his brain, failing to figure out an answer to the question. Tears fell from his eyes.
“I… I don’t know.”