Forlorn Memories

Chapter One; Memories are like a river, even those that are forlorn...

The hot sun beat down on his blissfully sleeping face; jerking him abruptly from dreamland, "What now?" he grumbled questionningly at the surrounding atmosphere. The forlorn memories he had forsaken long ago dredged their way past his barriers; allowing the others to follow in their path easily. "AGH!" he cried out in frustration, the insanity of his desert stranded situation finally getting to him; "why must the gods torment me so?!" he cried out a second time before collapsing into the hot sand, illusions dancing in front of his eye lids. To calm himself; in his opinion it was a stroke of genious, though he was beyond rationnal thoughts now, he decided to account how he'd gotten here, to rationnalize his situation. And so it begins...