~A SHORT STORY~ Seventeen 96' liner & Dino Dust modes floating, suspended, in the air. Beautiful desert yet it's not normal. Dino put his hand up his eyebrows. Too bright to look at, yet too bright to look away. Sweat started to rolled down his head. Dark was surrounding him. Screaming shouting was heard. "It's not your eraser, it's a knife that you are holding right now"All Rights Reserved