Solitude

He opens his eyes, and all he sees is sand. His head in a daze, he notices that he is lying on sand. The blazing sun starts to make him sweat quickly, and he searches for shade. He notices no shade as far as he could see, and decides to walk. As he walks, he thinks of how he got here. He remembered people, a woman and a small child. He remembers other people, but they don't seem to mean as much as those two. He also remembers celebrations...a new era. That's what it was, a new era of peace. He remembers colors, also. Black first, then red, then white. The wind around him begins to get more forceful, as he is slapped with sand. He wonders if anybody else is here with him, in this world. He wonders how this world came to be. He wonders...he hears something! Yes, out in the distance, people on horses. He spies on them, as he can see them well at this distance, and is cautious to stray close. They ride to a small house, made of wood. They go to the door, and knock. The door doesn't open. With an all mighty kick, one of the riders busts the door down, and they rush inside. Faintly, the man hears screams, screams that could make your blood chill. The men walk out with blue swords in hand, carrying white ingots. They got back on their horses, and rode away.

The man looks around him slowly, scared to move. He falls to his knees, ignoring the harsh wind. This world...this world of evil. It is a world of death, doom, and destruction. For some, it is a world of raiding and bloodshed. For him...it was a world of solitude.