An Intangible Love (Prologue)

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The blazing hot and vengeful sun loomed high over the hazy Egyptian desert. It was noon, the hottest and most sweltering time of the day. The wind was beginning to pick up, lifting waves of sand with ease.

Through this hellish desert, a young man drearily wandered. His shoulder-length, light blond hair was a ragged mess, sand, dust and dirt tangled through his unruly locks. His attire consisted of a linen cloth, which was ripped, tattered and covered in desert dust; his bare chest was red and dry. His feet stung from many blisters as well as the sweltering desert sands.

The male licked his dry, cracked lips, thirsting for fresh water. Begging for nothing more than to feel the cool liquid against his lips. His half-closed emerald green eyes were dry and blurry, and he could barely make out the orange-yellow sand dunes that rolled endlessly before his drained form.

How did he even get here..., in this merciless desert? He couldn't remember... His mind was blank: a distant, foggy memory was all he could conjure up, and he couldn't even begin to unriddle said memory in his semi-conscious state. He could barely think to take another step. He was growing weaker by the second. His feet were growing heavier with each step, as if two chains were clipped to his ankles, round and heavy metal balls at the end of each chain.

Finally, the man could walk no more. His weak, shaking knees gave into his weight... to the merciless desert. His green eyes slowly closed, desiring a very long rest, as his near-unconscious body began to fall... closer... closer to the hot desert sands; however, his body never hit said sands, for two rough hands effortlessly seized his upper arms... and then, all faded to black.