Raging Storm {book 2 in SOSfanfic series} [ON HOLD]

Desert Fury

The universe had plans against letting the party just hopscotch through the treacherous paths of the Devil's route. How wise.

It unleashed it's fury in two days since they changes course to Reyna's lead.

At first there was no hint of incoming trouble. The scenic route looked as if it it burst off the pages of Arabian Nights. The land was half gold and half black, the rising Sun not so harsh just yet. Miles above their heads, wispy wind currents carried streams of sands, forming lines and swirls midair.

According to legend there was once a great jungle where the desert lay now. As punishment from Gods the jungle dried up, and the rain nymphs became these high currents as the tree nymphs became the mother of the black gold, running miles beneath their feet.

Reyna felt a tug on her heart. Many creatures had abandoned their home when the rivers had dried up eons ago, but as Reyna guided the caravan through the desert she felt as if she were a descendant of a line that had not abandoned their home, even after it was long gone. Well, that was new for her.

She looked up at the painfully blue sky once more. The currents were getting thicker. Almost too thick....

Reyna turned in her saddle. She saw he caravan behind her and the trail it made on the sand, she saw the way they came from. Up, up ,up her gaze went.

The sky was clear. There was nothing on the horizon- unless it wasn't the horizon.

Reyna turned to observe her surrounding in a complete circle rapidly. They were in the valley of almost a U-shaped cluster of dunes, exiting through the flat end. Her vision was maimed, she couldn't see the horizon, only the tops of the dunes ten times her height.

She couldn't see twenty feet away from her!

Reyna's heart thudded faster. She turned her camel round and round again to confirm her fears. This wasn't good.

The air grew colder. She sucked in a harsh breath, her heart missing a beat. Eyes wide, there was one thought on her mind...

It's too late. It's on top of you now.

Reyna saw it. She saw a shadow spread across the Sun, blotting out the light, sucking away the heat.

Gulping through her heavy choked breaths, she turned her camel around and kicked it to run towards the caravan she was leading. They all stopped to stare at her waving her arms around in panic like a mad woman.

"Stop! Stop! Break camp! It's a-"

Where Reyna was, she saw a monstrous shadow leap over the crest of the dunes and crash towards the group.

They all stopped to stare at the beast made of sand storming towards their heads. All except one. Mr. Ambrose kicked his camel and made him gallop across the sandy plains to try and reach Reyna.

All for vain. The sand hit the caravan with the force of a landslide and swallowed them whole.

Reyna had give or take three seconds before the storm hit her, and there was no place to hide. She let go of the reins and kicked her camel again, urging it on towards Mr. Ambrose faster. She wrapped her headscarf around her like a mummy's bandages, covering her entire head.

Mr. Ambrose was ten feet from her, hand outstretched to clasp hers.

Maybe we'll make it. Maybe we can get there. Maybe we won't get lost. Maybe-

Five feet didn't seem so long. Four feet-

The storm overtook him, nothing visible except sand where he was a moment ago. Reyna's heart lurched.

No

It hit her.

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If earth could burn, this is what it would feel like.

Have you ever ridden a horse? Have you ever made it gallop as fast as you can? Have you felt the air screaming in your ears?
Yes, that's the good part.
Have you ever ridden a horse on a windy or rainy day? Have you felt the tiniest beetle hit you like a sharp pebble? Or a rain drop slash across your skin like a miniscule knife? Have you ever felt that you must open your mouth to breath but you know if you do then something far worse will occur?

Multiply that feeling by fifty. And you can come close to imagining what a sandstorm feels like. Close.

Visibly zero. Breathing ability zero. Sense of direction zero. Firm footing zero. Motivation to prevent yourself from stomping your feet zero. Motivation to continue whatever it was that you're doing zero.

That is why Reyna hated sandstorms. They weren't fun at all. She liked to descend into chaos, not crash through it.

The wind whipped her shawls and robes like a possessing spirit. Reyna's arms were constantly in front of her, for what she didn't know. Multiple wrappings of cloth around her head had made breathing difficult, but at least she could do it.

Mr. Ambrose can't.

Reyna lurched into action, which wasn't very successful as the wind was pushing her behind. The wind and the entire continent it had disintegrated and decided to stuff into Reyna's face. That too.

Waving her arms wildly in front of her, she didn't know what to expect. She just hoped.

And before the lords could say sour camels milk something large crashed into her camel. Reyna got off and felt around.

Something grasped her forearms tightly.

Through the cloth she could not see anything. She just hoped it was Mr. Ambrose. After all, she had to get payed! And she couldn't if her stupid employer had choked to death in a sandstorm because God did not give rich miser European men the brains to dress appropriately for deserts and sandstorms.

So she did a really rash thing. Purely for the sole aim of wanting to get paid for this crap in the end.

She lifted her robes till her stomach and stuffed the man inside.

If this isn't Mr. Ambrose..... start praying.

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My deepest apologies for not uploading, my dearest readers. The wifi was malfunctioning.
To make up for the lack in punctuality, a special birthday chapter for you tomorrow, ifrits. And it will be exactly what you want  ;)

P.S.: Pray, sit with water for the next update, dearest.