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Chained - part 2  by justhoff
Mavyn was finally free. He was left here, in the Forgotten Desert, to die. It was said to be impossible to escape from this patch of heated sand, but Mavyn had his own theories. They lie somewhere around those left out here never wanted to be remembered; they wanted to be forgotten -- thus the desert's name. This was where all banished people were taken.
Never mind why Mavyn was here, not now anyway. He needed to get out of the rays of the two suns. They were both high overhead, past the cliff, heating the air more and more. The sand was nearly hot enough to blister his feet.
He knew which was the way back to the Castle of Poligren, but he would have to wait for the suns to lower so that he could climb the cliff. He spun around, finding nothing that could be made into shade. There were his clothes, but no way to pitch them. The feeble bush wouldn't hold the weight.
He began to dig, clawing with his fingers. He flung the sand under his legs and it sprayed out behind him. His lips were cracked and tasted faintly of blood. The sand got heavier with each scoop, getting wetter and wetter. Mavyn was exhausted and dehydrated. He had dug nearly knee-deep and there was a pile just as high around his legs.
He stepped out, spilling the pile. Mavyn laid down in the hole he had just dug, barely inside the growing patch of shade. The earth was cold beneath his back. His shirt was soaked with sweat and moisture from the sand. He rolled over with it clinging to his body; he needed to feel the relief on his front. He drifted to sleep.
* * * * *
When he awoke, it was nighttime. Long white shadows ran down the face of the cliff. He looked up at the treacherous climb ahead. Thankfully Islip, the second largest moon, was out; it reflected a great amount of light. Luck seemed to be with him -- first the Kawe and now the moon. Mavyn reached up and began to ascend. He didn't rush his climb; nor did he put much thought into each move. It was a jagged cliff with many cracks and crevices to cling to.
As the Islip was shrinking against the edge of the cliff, sinking below its horizon, Mavyn made the top. He flung his left leg over the top and then rolled onto the flat surface. He laid there, on his back, eyes closed for several moments. Hot breath tickled his neck, and he opened his eyes. Four sets of eyes looked down upon his tired body.
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Date created: May 22, 2008
Date published: May 22, 2008
Comments: 2
Word Count: 495
Times Read: 865
Story Length: 3
Children Rank: 3.5/5.0 (3 votes)
Descendant Rank: 0.0/5.0 (7 votes)