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         A sigh, lacking any mist that accompanied most melodramatic, drawn-out sighs.

Archer, a boy lacking a last name that accompanied most youthful, late adolescent boys.

The barren desert strangely comforted him. His tanned skin blended into the sands. A groups of Nomads walked with him, a war they wished to start. Kicked out of their rightful homes, and it only took fifty or so years to want to take it back. His long white hair shifted in the winds. The golden chains around his neck jingled merrily. Out of his large group, Archer was the only archer within it, sure there were other groups who had a more even amount of warriors and archers, but when you had someone who could disperse fifty arrows a minute, who could argue for just one?

Sharp blue eyes glared forward, although no revenge stung them. A cheerful smile gripped his face.

May they all be prepared.

         Sade was organizing scrolls, bandages and towels on the shelves in the Shaman's hut when she began to daydream about outside the walls of the Kingdom again. The tomes she had read about it were vague; all they had talked about was the sand and the dust and the hot air. She had already known about all that, since the Kingdom generally had the same thing. What she wanted to hear about were the Nomads, the creatures that prowled the Wastelands, and anything else that wasn't sand.

An old man limped into the Shaman's hut. Sade recognized him as one of the farmers that worked on the tilled land surrounding the Kingdom. Quickly, priestesses tended to him. Sade wasn't allowed to handle patients sometimes; because of her unsettling eyes and pale skin, she looked like an aberration in poor disguise. She didn't mind though. Being alone was not a burden on her.