My bloodstained sword was heavy across my back as I dragged myself through the desert. My armour wore into bits as I walked. There was no water; my supply had run out a few hours ago. All I had for food were a few bits of moldy, stale bread and raw horse meat. My horse's carcass lay miles behind me. I had slit its miserable throat an hour ago, when it collapsed, unable to move on. At least it would provide me with some meat.
As my sweat thoroughly soaked through my hair, clothes and boots, I wondered why I was here. I couldn't remember who I was, or what I was doing, just the fact that I had to keep walking, no matter what.
The sweltering heat was getting to me. I think I could see some black dots up ahead. It was hard to tell whether they were flies or people. Anyhow, I have to try. The thought of rescue fueled my adrenalin as I trumped on. Nothing can stop me now.
As I neared the dots, I could now distinguish each dot as a faint outline of a person. Who can they be? They might be able to tell me why I was here.
The last thing I could remember before I hit the brittle sand was a shadow of a smirk and I was gone.
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