The Battle Of Titan's Desert

Chapter 3

Daron woke up ahead of the other men. He had to plan ahead what was going to be the plan of action.

Normally he would have had it planned ahead of time. But this was short notice, had recent events not occurred the plan was for the group to remain for a few more sun cycles. They couldn't now.

As the time went by other men started to wake. Most of then had breakfast whilst others who were more eager to get going were more focused on getting the camp ready to move.

Daron had ignored that most of his men were Elian and Ansolese and that he was Gladian. They had lived in Ansolos for a few summers now but the harsh sun of Ansolos is hard to adjust to.

In fact only four of his men were native to the region. Sure these men were the majority now but no Ansolese died in the oasis. He was naturally going to be getting a lot more men however. He couldn't wait to have more Ansolese soldiers in his retinue. He had heard of their unrivalled discipline.

Daron got back onto finishing up the plans for the next few nights. Once he had finished writing up his plans he started to help pack up the camp.

He didn't want to leave. There wouldn't be another oasis for another 50 nights. They were stocked up on supplies pretty well though. They had filled up more than enough water and had bags full of Crustwafers.

It was as he was packing up the command tent that he remembered the scouting reports from a while back and how there was a small town to the east.

They could get everything they needed there: some more soldiers, some decent food, more water if they need and they could finally have some horses. It was embarrassing that they didn't already.

The camp had been all packed up by midday. Before heading off people had some lunch. His men had been living off Crustwafer for a while now, except for that one day they caught a Burrow Tailed Hare.

They could not wait to enjoy some actual meat and proper bread. They tried not to think about it; it would have been best for them to not get hungry for food they couldn't have.

As they finished up their food they got ready to set off into the thick of the desert. They were hesitant to go; to leave the source of water and the tall trees and the lush green foliage. They were getting themselves ready for the view of endless sand amongst a vast sea of nothingness.

The Ansolese soldiers hadn't paid any notice to any of this and had just been getting on with packing up the camp. Never before had four men been so useful around a camp.

Walking away from their camp spot and leaving the green lush oasis for the barren orange desert they had gone.

They traveled further and further away until the huge oasis of towering trees was nothing more than a blimp in their view. They were in the desert again...