removed some details, with the contest over gonna use my idea for someone else ovo
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The weight of my body pulls me deeper into the sand as I gasp and struggle but it only speeds up the process. Sand crawling towards my neck if I don’t hold my breath soon then my lungs will fill with the grains of death that were consuming me. I thrash my head but keep hold of my burlap bag, I worked too hard to let go of this stuff! Watching from a safe distance some Arabic guards watch with a disappointed look, their thief was being swallowed whole by the desert before they got to inflict any of their own justice. “Leave him he’ll hit the bottom soon, then the vultures will finish him off.” One guard said to the other while setting a hand on the other man's shoulder.
Little did the guards know that this is going according to plan for me, while they step away I pretend to trash a few more times to make it look believable. Once sure they had given up and were far enough away I hold my breath and pull my head beneath the sad and sink to the bottom. Feeling around I pull open a trap door and fall into the hidden base. The door quickly slammed shut after I fall, keeping as much of the sad outside. Standing and shaking the sand from my fur and brushing it from my clothes I sigh heavily and throw the bag onto the table. Another job completes this should be enough fuel for the trip back. He’d been stranded on the surface for so long it’s time to return home, though it’s been nice to search the surface deserts the ones below were far more interesting.
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My own home, my own ‘world’ with a desert that is the most dangerous at night when the creatures from the shadows crawl out for ‘the hunt’. It’s a dangerous place but it’s home, visits the desert during the day, avoid shadows and when tired of creatures grabbing your ankles you head back to the grasslands. My world in the centre of the earth is a paradise once pursued by many powerful men and women, because of this we had to lock every door that led to our lands. I’m one of the few that still travel out from the safety of our home to the world above ours. TO look for any new threats and to see if they have finally forgotten about us.
With jewels as fuel for my machine it’s harder to get home then it is to leave. The surface is strange they use such jewels and gems as decorations rather than anything of use. Though I have noted that with the passing years they are slowly learning to utilize things more. Collecting enough to travel home is a pain but I finally have enough and so back home I must travel. We are beyond advance with our machinery and while the surface is just learning about the reusable fuel we have known about it for years. Starting the engine I begin the long journey to dig back down to the tunnel from which I first left. The back of my transportation fills in the tunnel I creature as I dig down, as to not endanger anyone by leaving a random pit, and also to cover my tracks.
During the ride home, I look over my notes, so far, they think the centre of the earth is just a ball of lava…or solid rock- I’ll have to look into that further. The idea of any further life comes from movies and books such as ‘Journey to the centre of the earth’ the only one closest to knowing our truth is a Japanese animated film that talks of a heavenly place down below, with creatures that live in shadows, and riches beyond your wildest imagination. Thankfully though we were the ones to give the team such ideas, to fill their minds with only what we want them to.
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⦓This way we are even more fictional than they even know.⦔
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