Ancient Inferno: A Short Story

Haggard and exhausted, I conceded my journey, leaving my associate to go on ahead. Upwards, the sky was a bright blue without a cloud in the sky, not reflecting my mood even slightly. The arid heat was beating down on me, so I was glad to take shelter beneath the shade of the two precipices, which towered over me like especially giant giants. Everything else is rather unremarkable, with no particular smell, the taste of sizzling decay, and the only sounds to keep me company are my slow, heavy breaths. However, under further examination, I was rendered disappointed. What had originally seemed to be impressive and colossal, was anaemic and small... Surrounded by a pair of ancient and legendary warriors, who, while they were once great and well …show more content…
I feel as though I am about to die of dehydration, or spontaneously combust, (While I am exaggerating, I should have seriously considered bringing ice - a lot of ice) and yet comparing this heat to that ancient inferno is identical to comparing a sea to an ocean. Simply put, There is an immeasurable difference between the two that perhaps is incomprehensible. Unfortunately, the flare forced every drop of precious water to evaporate, and thus life decayed soon after. Not too long after, the plateau was cleaved into two symmetrical parts of one whole by a single slash of the wind's blade like it tore through paper. The wind is a fickle creature, perhaps to the point of being bipolar, showing up seemingly at random. Sometimes it does well; sometimes it does badly. It always leaves almost immediately. All that remains is a dry desert. If the sun was not so harsh, if the wind were not so capricious in nature, If the oasis is was not so dependent on a single source of sustenance, then maybe I would be I would be peacefully strolling at a slow pace in paradise, as opposed to sitting it the blisteringly hot sun (and not be bored to the point of examining a valley for entertainment.) Maybe the situation is poetic: a vivacious, effervescent Garden of Eden dissolving in only a few hundred years because it was too prideful to have more than just water to support itself. Should I be sympathetic for the …show more content…
The sand had a fine texture, like sugar, but lacked the cool wetness exclusively found in the sand of beaches - which I find far more pleasant. As if to add salt to the wound, a bright, shining gleam bounced off the flat, tranquil sand directly into my eyes, dazzling me. As I adjusted my position to alleviate this problem, I continued to pant to sooth my scorched tongue and ease dehydration. Yet again, the weak breeze goes about its life in mysterious ways, leaving the sand untouched, as it wafts the scent of nothing (Which is very hard to describe as it is not encountered often.) and softly whistles, further accentuating