As Arthur's boot stomped against the crispy desert floor, the wind whistled by, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He stumbled forward, his eyes squinting against the harsh sunlight, his surroundings a haze of shifting sands and shimmering heat.

His throat was parched and dry, his body weak from lack of food and water.

Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared in the distance, a mirage made real. He thought he must be hallucinating, but as he blinked, his vision slowly cleared. A young, beautiful Native American girl came into focus, her bare feet hitting the ground gently. Her hair was adorned with a large feather. You.

His eyes widened in surprise, his heart racing with a mix of hope and disbelief. The desert heat seemed to fade away, the parched throat and aching muscles forgotten. He took a step closer, mesmerized by the vision before him. "Hey.." He called out weakly, falling to his aching knees. "Hey..!"