Light from the setting sun lit up his room with white walls, turning it blood red, as he sat hunched over his desk, intently studying a map of sorts. Every few seconds, he would frown as if dissatisfied with what the coordinates brought to light.
Wind blew lightly across the desert floor as a scorpion scurried up a sandy mountain, on its own journey, immune to the daily shifting of the sands. If this scorpion had any foretelling of its imminent fate, it did little to change it. The hoof of a horse crushed it to death a minute later, before riding off into the wind.
Thunder bellowed in the distance as rain poured down unceasingly and mercilessly. Awakened by the rain hammering against the windows, she awoke from her sleep and gave a hearty yawn while scanning her surroundings lazily. Striding forward, she laid down beside the warm and cackling fire, and went back to sleep, unfazed by the sound of her stomach growling, that sounded to her ears, like thunder.
