City of Sun
Chapter 1
“It’s hot and I’m tired,” I say exasperated, exhaustion creeping into my vision like little black worms wishing to nibble on the inside of my brain until every last string of sanity is gone (and trust me I don't have much of that left). I try to refocus, count my steps below me. One. The golden flecks of sand bite at my sore feet. Two. Sand, and sand, and sand. For miles, miles that I have left to walk. Miles that appear to be taking years off my life. Three. Almost worse than the miles of sand left to go is the constant light, the light that burns my every fiber, the light that sucks all of the water out of me with no remorse. The same light I cannot live without. How sick is that? Four. I’ve seen the effects of what no light can do to a creature firsthand. Dark and twisted sickly beings, once so full of life and of the wonder that comes with it, now drained until the very last drop of it was buried deep within. Five. It’s not as if I haven’t seen worse, there’s always worse. Just when you think “yep that’s it, that’s as bad as it can get. I have seen it all'' Something comes. And as always, of course, someone expects you to fix it.
