Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

What she could only see was an endless sea of sand connected to the golden horizon painted by the sun's rays. The wind whistled at long paces and the yellow sand filled the air. She took off her dirtied white cloak, leaving her blue shirt alone. The weather made the atmosphere hotter. She had taken off her red coat which bore the symbol of the king's signet and put it inside her backpack. That's what made it heavier actually. She had walked the desert since yesterday and had emptied her bottle of water. Now she could not see a single cactus to draw fluids from, or any desert plant to get herself a taste of coldness. Why didn't her parents made her man? Why was she born a woman whose strength always faltered, and further weakened by depressed emotions? And why were women created at such degree of weakness?

Amidst the desert she dropped herself due to dehydration. Her lip started to crack, her tongue numbed a bit, her sweat had dried in her shirt, and she could not lift her body up. Both her arms were upon the sand and her knees kneeling on it. She had smelled her body. It was salty. Pungent. She did not like it either. She saw her shadows on her left side then turned her head rightward. This time, her eyes were overwhelmed of the brightness of the sunlight. It was twilight though, but it seemed to her as noon. She lost balance as she looked at the sun, then eventually dropped her whole body toward the soft sand, facing the sunset.

Her vision was vignetted on the sides of her eyesight, and it became dark. Then she opened her eyes again and vignettes framed her vision, and then darkness. She opened again for the third time now but the picture of the golden sunset got smaller, and then darkness. She saw a familiar face of a boy in her slept eyes but failed to recall who he was. She could not think anymore, and then total darkness.