I Am Alone

I awake at the sound of howling, on a cold, frigid shoreline. The icy wind blowing snow flecks into my stark black hair. "H-how, how did I get here?" I think, as I open my dark steel eyes, and see the frigid and frozen trees. I look up, a foreboding gray sky and a huge blue spire tower up above me. The howls continue...

Never Alone

The air hisses with a dry heat. Withered trees stick up from the clutches of sand, large, sandstone formations stretch over this desolate place. I awaken, my long black hair tied into a short ponytail. Sand sticks to my hair and scratch against my caramel eyes. The sun beats down hard on my tan skin, the buzz of a des...