Summer 90th, 511 AV
Adnys stumbled through the sand, trying to maintain his consciousness and continue walking forward. Ignoring the pain that assaulted every part of his body, he placed one foot in front of the other, his feet making deep prints in the sand. It was mid-afternoon, and Adnys felt as if he was about to die. The journey had been a difficult one. He'd managed to find shelter during the nights and stay out of trouble, but the days had been very painful.
Also, his supply of water was running low.