It was like any other day the sands blasted my skin with a familiar sting and the orange empty skies stretched across the sands. This is what Dust thought to herself as she walked along the sands with her caravan. Her masters are the leaders of the caravan, compared to other slavers they aren’t horrible but they are still slavers. Dust doesn’t have much hope of being a free woman do to herself being a Mul. Today the caravan has stopped at a well, a common stopping point for travelers. As the dark of the night flows through the sky like a light blanket Dust, it was time for talents to be needed. Dust was utilized by the other men in the tribe for sexual pleasures. Due to her being a mul she can’t bear children which contributes to why she used this way. This doesn’t bother Dust. She has seen how unforgiving the world can be and she thinks she’s got a good deal compared to most. Honestly Dust is more upset about how she cannot bear children. She has prayed to the great dragon queen and the elements for at least one child but she knows it’s not a possibility. During that knight dust was sent to get water from the well. As she dragged the heavy barrel up from the well there no water but instead a child. Dust held the child in surprise and she realized the boy was somehow alive. The boy has a scar on his forehead shaped as a single drop of water. Dust thought to herself that her prayers have been answered. She took the boy in and raised him as her own. Her master after consideration let her keep the child as long she kept doing her job. Dust named the boy Rain. The caravan never visited this well again due it going dry and Rain was the only thing to come out of the well besides mud. Rain as he got older was put to work as a slave though he wasn’t treated so badly because they knew if they treated Rain badly they knew that the will probably never spend the Night with Dust again.
The caravan has joined with a tribe who lives within Trobridge due to the leader of the caravan losing a fight to the leader of the tribe.With Dust and Rains former master dead the leader of the tribe laid claim to them. The tribe leader was not kind to them. Dust returned every night beaten and bruised. Rain was still chilled at this point and did not completely understand why this is happening. The leader did not interested in Rain and relinquished him from slavery but separated him from his mother. Rain had nothing and had to fight among others in the tribe for survival. The only thing that kept Rain sane was his dreams of an endless expanse of water that whispered encouragement into his consciousness. At the age of nineteen he found a place within the tribe as a watcher. He keeps watch for raiders and slavers with his keen sight. In the late afternoon he watched as the leader’s personal guards dumped a body into the sands. Rain froze in fear he did not need to move closer to see who that body belonged to but he approached it anyway. He wished he was wrong but the body of Dust’s beaten body laid in the sands lifeless as the land itself. A mixture of feeling poured threw his mind and battered his eyelids as he tried not to cry. He was so forced on surviving he never saved the one person he loved. Rain risked his life as he diced to bury Dust outside the camp. He made a promise that he will avenge her. Rain returned to his watch with new purposes.
The sun beat down upon the world as it has every day the sands danced in its light showing off its delight in the heat as it scratched against my skin. Suffering the dance of the sand is part of the job, for I am the eye of the tribe. Till the sun rises and slumber at dusk I watch the sands and the monsters that dwell in its unforgiving cradle. It’s been a week since the day I have buried Dust in the very cradle. We have no soil to recycle her life so giving her to the sands and what dwells in it is the best I can do, that’s what the being in my dreams said. Ever since that day my dreams have become vivid and so has the voice. Its presence is ancient and terrifying, its very presence humbled me for I never felt so small. This being, no this god referred to itself as Sea. Its whispers are like earthquakes in my very soul. “I ruled the world, I hid more mysterious than the greatest minds, my size dwarfed the specks of land in my presence” it exclaimed in my consciousness. Frustration moiled from its depths as its whispers turned into hisses “The dred queen has locked me under the sands, under the rocks away from my throne but this shall not last and when i’m free i’ll drown the lizard in my depths”. I’m beyond fear as my conscience fling around in its might as Sea bashes and turns in an eternal rage. The water calms as its attention returns to me “you need a foundation for our connection, pure water, once you have this my powers can flow through you, this is my test”. This is usually when the dream ends but last night the dream continued and the waters left me. “My cousins who dwell in the air will migrate and abandon your people, but i’ll not abandon you, accomplish your task I have given you and you will survive, then i’ll give you your greatest mission”. With that final faint whisper as the water left and I awake to the dry unforgiving sands. Now I watch not only the sands but my people as they prepare to leave our home for the skies have gone dry. As the people prepare to leave I see Paulu our water carrier, perhaps she can help me on my test I have been given.