A Dark Knights Tale

Chapter 1

Chris wiped the sand from his face as he watched the only thing that could get him out of this desert alive, a Que army airship. Chris wiped the sweat from his face and looked out into the windy distance. A small sandstorm passed briefly by his view.

“If I am going to die.” Chris said to himself. “I minus well find a shady place to lie down.”

Chris walked away from the distant ship, and the only thing Chris was carrying was the gray shirt on his back and his patched white pants, as well as his bottle of water and a survival knife. The heat burned Chris’s back as a constant beat of sweat rolled down his face.

Chris could not tell how long he had walked or how many dunes he passed. Chris finally found a large rock with much shade under it.

“About time.” Chris said to himself as he sat under the huge rock.

Even under the rock Chris was sweating buckets. After Chris drank the last of his water he closed his eyes thinking he will never open them again. Dying under a rock in the middle of a desert, this was not Chris’s idea of how he was going to die.

As Chris was on the edge of consciousness when he could faintly hear muffled footsteps in the sand. And then he heard voices, human voices. The footsteps got closer and closer until Chris could just see the people in his closing eyes. It looked like a caravan.

“Is he alive?” The man on the right said.

“Well check!” The man on the left said.

“Hey buddy are you alive?” The right man asked.

“Water…” Chris said weakly.

“Oh my get him on the wagon!” A woman from the caravan yelled.

Chris was then lifted by the two men and placed onto a large wagon that the woman was on.

“Don’t worry stranger you will be okay.” The woman said softly into Chris’s ear. “What is your name?”

“My name… is…Chris.” He said as he cooled down in the shady wagon.

“My name is Veil.” The woman said as he took Chris’s water bottle. “Let me get you some water Chris, I’ll be right back.”

Chris got comfy on the soft wagon floor as Veil went over to one of the barrels and refilled Chris’s water bottle. Veil returned to Chris’s side but found Chris in a deep relaxed sleep.

“He must have been really tired.” Veil said.