Lukas turned left, his eyes wide.
All he could see was the desert, sand in all directions, and dunes rolling into the distance.
He turned right. It was the same thing.
He walked several paces forward, shielding his eyes against the early morning light, and scanned the full stretch of the horizon from one edge to the other.
There was nothing. He couldn't see the familiar tall walls of the ringed city, or the outline of the tower rising above the city's outer ring.
He turned completely around and checked behind him.
Still nothing.
"Lukas."
He spun. Melody was a few feet away from their tent, her arms crossed as she watched him with a curious expression. She'd been on watch.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"The city," he said. "It's gone."
She stood up slowly. "What do you mean gone?"
"I mean I can't see it. It was right there last night." He pointed vaguely at the horizon. "It's not there anymore."
Melody looked where he was pointing, then looked at him.
