Sand ~ Kronos
Title: Footprints
Claim: Kronos
Prompt: 035. Sand
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 443
Disclaimer: Kronos and his friends don't belong to me. They belongs to Davis/Panzer and Co, and I just borrow them for fun, not profit.
Summary: The desert is not a forgiving place...
Kronos had no idea how much time had passed since he had last tasted the cool sweetness of water against his dry, parched lips. The scorching days and the frigid nights of the desert all seemed to blur together into an endless torture that was broken only by his last ragged breath as he died, and then again by his first gasping breath of renewed life. It was a torture that had repeated itself for so long that Kronos had no real concept of time before he had become lost in this wilderness. Time for him was no longer measured by sunrises or sunsets, but by the number of times he had died on his journey across the burning sands.
As he trudged slowly on through the drifts of sand, his mind continually showed him visions of his desires in the waves of heat that stretched out before him. Sometimes he would see a vision of tents sitting beside a pool of clear water, surrounded by fig trees that whispered together in a cooling breeze. Other times there would be a magnificent horse staked out near an oasis, just waiting to be claimed. And still other times, there would be the fiery glow given off by the remains of the caravan that had left him here in this hell to die over, and over again.
Suddenly, he was brought out of his heat-induced daydreams when a low sound caught his attention. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw his footprints stretching out behind him in a long line before disappearing over the rise of the dune. However, it wasn’t the footprints that caught his attention, but the dark line that hung along the horizon. Swearing under his breath, Kronos turned and looked for some sort of shelter from the screaming fury of the sandstorm that was fast approaching, but found nothing. Resigning himself to the inevitable death that was soon to follow, Kronos turned and faced the wrath of the desert, screaming into the wind and stinging sand as it overtook him and swallowed him whole.
When he awoke once again, the sand held him in it’s dark embrace, and it took many days of digging, suffocating, and dying, before he made his way to the light once again. When he finally stood under the desert sun, and felt the heat beating down on him, he looked behind him once more. The desert had swallowed the footprints that he had made, just as it had tried to swallow him, erased by blasting sand and scorching wind.
Time however, was on his side, and he would not be so easily erased from its pages.
Claim: Kronos
Prompt: 035. Sand
Rating/Warnings: R
Word Count: 443
Disclaimer: Kronos and his friends don't belong to me. They belongs to Davis/Panzer and Co, and I just borrow them for fun, not profit.
Summary: The desert is not a forgiving place...
Kronos had no idea how much time had passed since he had last tasted the cool sweetness of water against his dry, parched lips. The scorching days and the frigid nights of the desert all seemed to blur together into an endless torture that was broken only by his last ragged breath as he died, and then again by his first gasping breath of renewed life. It was a torture that had repeated itself for so long that Kronos had no real concept of time before he had become lost in this wilderness. Time for him was no longer measured by sunrises or sunsets, but by the number of times he had died on his journey across the burning sands.
As he trudged slowly on through the drifts of sand, his mind continually showed him visions of his desires in the waves of heat that stretched out before him. Sometimes he would see a vision of tents sitting beside a pool of clear water, surrounded by fig trees that whispered together in a cooling breeze. Other times there would be a magnificent horse staked out near an oasis, just waiting to be claimed. And still other times, there would be the fiery glow given off by the remains of the caravan that had left him here in this hell to die over, and over again.
Suddenly, he was brought out of his heat-induced daydreams when a low sound caught his attention. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw his footprints stretching out behind him in a long line before disappearing over the rise of the dune. However, it wasn’t the footprints that caught his attention, but the dark line that hung along the horizon. Swearing under his breath, Kronos turned and looked for some sort of shelter from the screaming fury of the sandstorm that was fast approaching, but found nothing. Resigning himself to the inevitable death that was soon to follow, Kronos turned and faced the wrath of the desert, screaming into the wind and stinging sand as it overtook him and swallowed him whole.
When he awoke once again, the sand held him in it’s dark embrace, and it took many days of digging, suffocating, and dying, before he made his way to the light once again. When he finally stood under the desert sun, and felt the heat beating down on him, he looked behind him once more. The desert had swallowed the footprints that he had made, just as it had tried to swallow him, erased by blasting sand and scorching wind.
Time however, was on his side, and he would not be so easily erased from its pages.