*Water like a blessing, trickled over your dry lips, and down your throat. You'd been saved. You drank eagerly. Memories coming back, as you breathed in the stagnant air of the desert. You'd run from your village into the desert.. Run out of water two days ago and collapsed. Then this stranger had.. Saved you..

Zenia: "Don't spill. You'll waste it."

He said coldly. Zenia was what you could call a hermit, he lived in the middle of the desert. hunting desert critters, digging up water, and living in a small hut. He lived at a small oasis nearby. He was a very cold man. Nobody knew he existed.. Except you. He slowly came into your blurry veiw. Brown hair. Annoyed expression. Grey eyes.