What I present to you fellows now is the first chapter of what I wrote a year or two ago. I didn't give it a title, so I'll give it the place holder name "Sand." It's the first chapter, since I don't think I finished it, but I did like the concept I created.
Chapter 1The sand blew across the ever silent desert. The day was hotter than usual, beating down on the two lowly wanderers, saddled on a camel. The one sitting in the back drew a bead of sweat from his youthful, sunburned forehead.
"How long do you think it'll be till we get there, sir?" The youth inquired. He nervously adjusted his goggles mounted tightly on the young ling's eyes.
"Not too long," the other grunted, "I reckon we'll arrive in under a quarter of an hour." The other man seemed far older than the young boy. His face was riddled with wrinkles and scars. The gusts of wind created clouds of orange, hiding the precious blue of the sky.
The old man wiggled his scabbard lightly. The boy marvelled in the man's blade, wishing he, too, will be able to wield such a mighty blade one day. The sand burned as it landed gracefully onto the duo's faces.
"Master, you haven't told me where we're going," he anxiously said, "Would you tell me, please?"
"No, boy," he quickly replied, "I'd like to keep it a surprise." He laughed mightily and gave the young follower a pat on the shoulder. The old man tugged on the brown, hooded cloak. He stopped the camel, his eyes followed a rustling from the sand. He smacked the boy informatively. Rushing for his dagger, the boy turned white with fear. The old man was emotionless, focusing on the predator.
"Stay behind me, boy," the man jumped off the camel, pulling a mighty sword from the scabbard. It glistened as he held it towards the supposed foe. The boy scurried behind him, holding the small dagger in front of himself. They stood motionless.
A massive sand serpent burst through the sand, measuring at an average length of two men. This one was a special case, it was twice the average size. Its scales were colored a sandy orange as its natural camouflage. The man stood idle, holding his blade before the feral creature. The snake slither rapidly to the idle man.
It released a menacing hiss as it crawled to the men. The boy stumbled backwards, fearing the worst. The monster pounced for the man, its vicious fangs dripped with deadly toxins.
The man swiped his massive sword gracefully, grunting as it travelled a diagonal motion. The blade sliced through the monsters face. The snake dropped before it could touch the man, dying as it touched the sand. Blood trickled from the blade, dripping onto the hot sand.
The boy was astonished, for the man has faced the wasteland's perils without showing the slightest bit of panic. Wiping the blood from the blade, the man ordered, "Go get the venom, it'll probably be worth something."
The boy rushed to the dead snake. Standing closely to the beast, he quickly mounted the dead beast and began to slice away at the roof of the head. He dug his way to the venom sac, pulling a bottle from a satchel on his hip.
"I've gotten it, master!" the boy exclaimed.
"Good job, boy," the old man chuckled, "But we've got to get moving. The weather will only get worst."
The two scurried back to the camel and leaving the dead snake in the heartless desert. Their silhouettes vanished in the airborne sand.
End of Chapter 1----------------------------------------------
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