He had been walking through the treacherous desert for days. His feet had several blisters, forehead was beaded with sweat. His throat longed to feel cold, sweet water, stomach desired a proper meal. His heart had turned cold, eyes fixed on the horizon. Mirages, his brain had adapted to. Home; the only word which escaped his mouth had once been a shout which had now been reduced to barely a whisper.

The sand was his enemy for it streched out for miles. He could almost hear it’s laugh, an evil and wicked one. For he was the sands prisoner, the most hostile enemy of all. He had been outwitted by the tiny specks, he knew that. If only I ccan escape, retrace my steps, he thought. He had been walking in circles wondering how huge the place was.

The sun had been bitter and inhospitable as well. It’s rays neearly blinded the man. Several times he had called for help, but Apollo was too busy to even acknowledge him. The sun was supposed to be friendly and light up his way, instead it made everything hot.

The only friend he had was the moon. It always had a friendly smile and shimmered brightly. It changed it’s form everyday. It had even sent a star to guide him and sent cool winds which blew across his face. He thanked the moon every night for it’s friendliness. It laid a blanket of stars everyday. He looked intensely at them till his neck would start to cramp. He wondered, perhaps someone around the world is looking at them thinking of me. It was his motivation.

It was on his seventh day when he started to see something swirling in the sand. At first he mistook them for a mirage, then he realized his time had come. They had come for him. A cry of fear escaped his mouth, but he was quick to understand and accept his destiny. His friend was quick to understand his pain and sent waves of cool air to comfort him. His knees buckled as his soul was pulled away from him. He fell to the ground. His eyes looking at the blanket of stars, he uttered one last word ‘home,’ before his eyes rolled back in his head. His breathing stopped, while his heart stopped beating. The moon and stars saluted him, for this was the end of the road for him.

He had been walking through the treacherous desert for days. His feet had several blisters, forehead was beaded with sweat. His throat longed to feel cold, sweet water, stomach desired a proper meal. His heart had turned cold, eyes fixed on the horizon. Mirages, his brain had adapted to. Home; the only word which escaped his mouth had once been a shout which had now been reduced to barely a whisper.

The sand was his enemy for it streched out for miles. He could almost hear it’s laugh, an evil and wicked one. For he was the sands prisoner, the most hostile enemy of all. He had been outwitted by the tiny specks, he knew that. If only I ccan escape, retrace my steps, he thought. He had been walking in circles wondering how huge the place was.

The sun had been bitter and inhospitable as well. It’s rays neearly blinded the man. Several times he had called for help, but Apollo was too busy to even acknowledge him. The sun was supposed to be friendly and light up his way, instead it made everything hot.

The only friend he had was the moon. It always had a friendly smile and shimmered brightly. It changed it’s form everyday. It had even sent a star to guide him and sent cool winds which blew across his face. He thanked the moon every night for it’s friendliness. It laid a blanket of stars everyday. He looked intensely at them till his neck would start to cramp. He wondered, perhaps someone around the world is looking at them thinking of me. It was his motivation.

It was on his seventh day when he started to see something swirling in the sand. At first he mistook them for a mirage, then he realized his time had come. They had come for him. A cry of fear escaped his mouth, but he was quick to understand and accept his destiny. His friend was quick to understand his pain and sent waves of cool air to comfort him. His knees buckled as his soul was pulled away from him. He fell to the ground. His eyes looking at the blanket of stars, he uttered one last word ‘home,’ before his eyes rolled back in his head. His breathing stopped, while his heart stopped beating. The moon and stars saluted him, for this was the end of the road for him.