 Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 7:43 pm
 The night sky stretched over the vast desert, turning the sun kissed dunes to silken hills of black and blue. if some hasting animal or a passing gust of wind were to disturb the sand from it's rest, the twirling grains set to flight would shimmer like small diamonds, challenging the glow of the stars in the deep blue desert above . But the sands were hardly a challenge, as the desert was vast, and the stars twinkled merrily, undisturbed by the lights of the bustling and bumbling cities that lay far far out of sight to the south, strangers to the sand grains that knew nothing of its buildings and blinding lights.
Such challenge was called once more, as the steps of a cloaked traveler scattered the grains in high puffs as the she slid down from the top of one of the dunes, only to climb the taller one next to it. Leaving the sands and the starts to their games, the figure reached the top of the highest dune she could find, and studied her surroundings.
To the north, she saw a long patch of shimmering dusty white marking out the line of the horizon. She frowned, looking up at the moon. Its shape was almost completely rounded; the next night, it would reach it's full peak.
The source of the white glimmering dust was no other than the same sky challenging sands. But unlike how the small battle the traveler just began by sliding down the dune died down a few moments after, the battle in the horizon seemed much more tenacious, as if that patch of desert rose up with a resentful determination to win against the sky at last.
The travelers eyes rested on the glimmering in the distance again, her frown deepening. To raise such an army to battle the stars, the marching of something s big as a real army was needed. And a marching of an army was exactly what supplied. The armies of the neighboring lands, Edom and Nadam had been in a constant state of war. No one remembered when the battles began, just as no sand grain could be found who knew when their battle first started with the stars above. Edom had the reactor, Nadam held the mine. Each wanted to have them both, and have the other submit to their will. non stepped forward. The grains and stars were smarter. Even though they always bickered and challenged for whose hand was on top, they both understood from day one that nothing was stopping them from shining together.
Between the battling countries, separated a mighty river named ShalSahar that connected from each side to the great sea of the five. So great was the river, that few owned a materialization sufficient to allow them to cross it, and too big and fierce were the beasts that resided within to be tamed and mounted by human means. One might think that this big of a river should render both armies powerless, making all acts of aggression impossible but for glaring behind spyglasses form either bank. And maybe all would be different if indeed it was so.
Yet the river was not named ShalSahar for naught, as Sahar was the name of the moon, and the moon's river it was. It made its appearance only on the three days that the moon was at it's peak, calling up the water as an awakened lover to make once one land separate into two, separating the hearts of it's men as well.
The armies used this naturally decided time as their monthly truces, making a turn back to their camps to stock up on supplies and take care of the wounded. The dead were mounted and tied on the backs of the fast-legged sand flizards that were trained to carry their sad package back to the city for proper burial without the need to spare another precious soldier to escort them. Some nights, seated on one of her favorite dunes, the traveler would watch the fallen stars carried by the flizards, leaving shiny white dusty tails in their wake as they went. She would wish upon these stars, one wish per star, that next time she will get less wishes.
Tonight it seemed, her wishes had come true as only a few dusty lines could be seen making their way to the civilized south. Giving a sigh, she moved her eyes from the white twinkle in the horizon, and focused her attention on a closer target, a bright gleam setting of a playful dance of shadows several dunes away. Assuming it was a fire, she adjusted the bounty on her shoulder and slid down the dune towards it, her long white hair tresses rising up to the motion from behind her along with her red well worn heavy cloak.
WIP D= too tired for now.
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