The sands , they stretched to the horizon, and if I could have seen further than that, then I suppose they would have been there too. Then there was the heat, I was immune to it, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable.
It was ever present, clawing at the very notion of moisture, chastising it, making it a mockery.
The clothes they gave us, red, sleek, tight fitting yet breathable, essentially only underwear. A plethora of fail safes built into them to stop the most common obstacles, dehydration and burning to death.
The classes had progressed without me, and smoothly at that. I wouldn't be returning to Valkyrie University, not in body anyway, but I would participate in the excursions when I had the time.
Then, I had the time, and so I found myself in the Burning Dunes, a popular tourist attraction in the Phoebe territory. It was rather close to the capital as well, it was mighty convenient, is what I would have thought, but there were no such things as coincidences.
