Amidst the gloomy cold desert, a man stood, stripped of his clothes. The cold wind chiseled his vulnerable butt making him twitch.
He opened his eyes wide. He looked to his left, and to his right, moving his head slower than a snail as though trying to find something.
The dead barren land covered with a sheet of stars gave him nothing but a sense of gloom. The wind had not even a single leaf to move with its might, but the grains of sand tickled his feet as it moved by.
After giving a thorough look to the place, finally he muttered, "Where am I?"
The man had only a few things in mind, previously, he was in his hometown, to be precise, he was at the rooftop of his house, doing something. And now he is here.
He was here, he was at his rooftop previously, he remembers one thing, that he is a knight, a knight of the sunflower kingdom, his name is… what is his name?
"What is my name?... Who am I?"
Just as he was pondering, a faint hum was heard near his foot. He looked down to see his naked body, and on the ground a box. A blue box covered in blue vines, the vines were a part of the design. No matter how high, he will never touch a box with such a design.
The man stared at the box for a few seconds before getting washed over by the cold. His butt naked body had goosebumps and no part was spared by it.
The man ducked as though trying to hide from the cold wind and started walking to find a shelter, a place to hide from the cold, a place where he can stay for this night, a place where he can sit and think about what is going on right now, a place…
His eyes stared intently at a faint light in the distance, it was gleaming in his eyes. He ran towards the light, while ducking and covering his shivering chest with both his arms.
The cold wind was tormenting, but soon he reached the place, it was a fireplace. There were two men sitting parallel with the fire in the middle, snakes were attached to a stick and kept near the fire.
They were both talking about something when one of the men saw the naked stranger, as he stared the second man looked back out of curiosity.
"Mate! Why the hell are you naked?!" One man said.
"Can't you feel the cold? Sigh, he has taken too much of it." The other added.
The naked man stared, that was all he could do right now. He was flabbergasted, he was confused, he was cold.
Of course, the three of them were confused at the moment.
"Wait a minute," one of the men stood taking out his knife, "Where is the slumber flower?"
The other man stood up, taking out his broadsword from the sleath nearby.
'What flower?' the naked man muttered to himself, still standing naked.
"He is not the knight, this one took his shape." One man said while cautiously closing the distance between him and the naked man.
The naked man, already confused and distressed, was shocked to see the strangers take out weapons on him, so he started running, almost reflexively.
Just when he was some steps further from the two strangers, one man threw a knife which pierced his left leg. The naked man fell on the rough sand, scratching his elbows. He tried to stand but the pain caused by the knife was too much. He wanted to scream but words couldn't escape his mouth, his legs and his whole body was going numb from the cold and the pain.
He looked back and saw the man with the broadsword coming near him and the other man following behind. 'I don't want to die!' The man muttered to himself. He tried to take the knife out of his leg and after a series of pain and silent screamings, he succeeded. He threw the knife at the approaching men but his throw was weak, the knife reached the ground midway.
He crawled backwards while throwing sand, the cold wind and sand ruthlessly entered his wound causing him immense pain. 'Why are you doing this? Why, why why why why' he kept thinking this while trying to speak, no words were coming out of his mouth, his throat felt as dry as the desert around him.
The men caught up to him and swung his sword in the air,
Slash
And with that, the naked man was beheaded, his eyes went blurry and he slowly lost consciousness…
…
The desert is considered the biggest of deserts, it doesn't have a fancy name, people just call it The Desert, nothing more nothing less. It was really hot during the day and really cold at night.
The sky was free of clouds and covered with a sheet of stars. The wind was cold, colder than ice water.
Amidst the gloomy cold desert, a man stood, stripped of his clothes. The cold wind chiseled his vulnerable butt making him twitch.
His eyes opened, and this time he didn't look, neither to his left, nor to his right. He stared with wide eyes, in the direction of the fireplace.