A Desolate Soul (OPEN) May 24, 2017 5:21:07 GMT
Post by Aspar on May 24, 2017 5:21:07 GMT
A Desolate Soul
The Fortuneteller’s Desert they called it. Glossed in layer upon layer of crystal like particles of sand, whipped into great overbearing dunes and valley like canyons. Not a single soul dared to stir and upset the impoverished serenity that somehow managed to consume all the dry air around it. A thin and dusty breeze scattered across the landscape and sucked away any small morsel of moisture it could possibly find as it whistled and whispered across its path. Among the desolate flora and fauna moved a young man, known as Aspar.
Trudging through the stiff dune peaks, adorned in a lightweight white cotton shirt, accompanied by a worn yet still sturdy pair of cargo shorts as well as boots, he would raise an arm to alleviate the sweat accumulating upon his brow. The young man moved steadily, not overly hurried, yet still maintaining a decent pace as to not get bogged down among the heat. It was still relatively early in the morning, with the hottest part of the day yet to come. Aspar had left around sunrise after consuming a hearty breakfast and planned to be back shortly after lunchtime. This long walk through the desert would be more than enough to suffice for a mornings usual training. Perhaps if he found himself ahead of schedule he’d have some time to pull a few moves out in the desert, but for now he had to work on staying on track.
He carried a rucksack along with him, supplied with a few bottles of water and some light food to sustain himself, but nothing too nourishing, this was designed to hurt after all. As he moved he could make out a rocky outcrop on the not to distant horizon. That signalled he had almost reached one of the many edges of the desert, probably the south side given the sparse vegetation and dryness of the air.
Aspar wasn’t unfamiliar to taking extended trips like this given he often grew tired of the same old backdrop of his everyday life that at times seemed to drag on. Being the lonesome soul he was, Aspar managed to find repose all out on his own. He wasn’t exactly introverted, he simply didn’t see the point in keeping company. After his fathers passing Aspar found himself in a dark place, alone and unsupported. Reflecting on these times he pondered that perhaps it was that period in his life that lead to his eventual seclusion from the outside world. Despite this he still found time to explore and lead a life of adventure, though always alone and in solitude. He never seemed to connect with people anymore, everyone and anyone was simply a passing soul with a parallel destiny that would never cross paths with Aspars.
Travelling helped Aspar feel whole though. Even though the people he met would remain ever fleeting, for that short period of time Aspar liked to think he contributed something to their lives. He considered himself charitable, following in his fathers footsteps ultimately. A will that longed to help others. After all, Aspar believed in order to help oneself, oneself must help others.
Upon reaching another tall sand dune peak, Aspar stopped atop it and drew a water bottle from his rucksack. Hastily unscrewing the lid to reach its valuable contents, he lifted it to his lips and felt the cool, refreshing water run down into his body. A cascading waterfall splashing down into a desolate wasteland and rejuvenating life. After a few quick gulps, he returned the bottle to its home and took in a long drawn breath of the hot desert air.
“Not long to go now,” he muttered, slightly fatigued yet still strong willed, gazing over to the outcrop he had sighted before as it inevitably drew nearer. Onwards he moved through the sand.
As Aspar’s desolate soul wandered persistently closer to it’s destination, the mid morning sun loomed overhead, watching closely over the desert scenery below. Would the young man reach his destination in time, or would fate draw to him another individual that would alter the course of the mornings outcome? Was their perhaps another to be found wandering the mysterious and enigmatic Fortuneteller’s Desert?
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