𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓, 𝟑𝟗𝟔𝟑 𝐀𝐃𝐓

Artemis was going mad. His mother, his only family, is gone. Buried somewhere under the sand is her body, but he hasn’t any time for searching.

It would be pointless anyways, with this large of a desert, it’d take him years.

Artemis is focusing on finding water, maybe civilization, maybe even something to eat.

It’s been days, weeks even, since he’d gotten close to any form of life.

Artemis’ worn boots dug into the sand with every step, his body on the brink of collapse.

Finally, he saw it. He saw civilization, people. He sped up and hobbled into there busy square, not before running into someone and making them drop a headpiece.

“Sorry, let me—“ he said, picking it up and handing it back to the person. The once bustling crowd now stands silently looking at the two.