Serra wiped the sweat pouring down her face, and ran her left hand through her silvery, disheveled hair. As a gust of wind swept by, her eyes started to form tears from the sand caught from the violent breeze. Her clothes was soaked in her sweat, from the blazing heat of the sun, and lack of shade in the tyrant desert. Her soles were sore from the constant running in heels, and mouth dry from dehydration. It was her first time, experiencing such torment, and her body was drained of energy. She had always been sheltered her whole life, hidden in a secluded sanctuary, blessed by her mother’s angelic powers. The sanctuary had a barrier, which prevented Serra from harm’s way. However, as time dragged on, the magic of the barrier started to falter, and eventually diminished. Serra’s mother, had set out to find her father a while ago, however she never returned. Curious, young Serra set out on her own journey, in hopes of finding one of her parents. Lacking even the strength to stand properly, she leaned against the fence, of the entrance of the sand village.
"Someone, please let me in!" She managed to force out a weak plead, with her remaining strength.
"Someone, please let me in!" She managed to force out a weak plead, with her remaining strength.