by PleaserOfCrowds » Mon May 09, 2016 4:48 am
Story:
I sigh, as I continue walking in the blistering hot dessert, while wondering to myself, "Why? Why did they just leave us out here, to let us die? Didn't they care?", unless, they never did. Which was fine to me; they seemed angry when they chased us out, and they might come back to us, later? Right? Anyways, I decided to keep walking on, which then, I found some small trinkets, one of which was a small journal of some sorts, which came with a quill pen, with ink working and all. I decided to take them with me, incase if they had any use, potentially in the future. Later, after a few miles of walking, in the distance, was what looked like a oasis, so, I headed toward it. There, I found water and food, plus the area was quite large, which, shortly after, I found a good size of a wagon, small enough to pull, yet big enough if I collected more. After resting (plus putting my collection of trinkets away), I found a worn down path, and despite it wasn't the best decision, I kept on going, even when I saw those tents, those tents that looked like that place. Suddenly, I blacked out, not knowing what hit me...
I woke up, tied to something. My vision seemed blurry, since I was hit in the back of the head.
WIP
