Snippet #2365520

The sand that surronds Al'therin burns. Burns so bad that he wakes from his slumber. Opening his eyes, he can see nothing but bright fuzzy light and red all around. After about a minute his eyes begin to finally focus. He can see nothing but barren sands, mountains afar and a dead forest only a couple miles away. He attempts to stand, struggling to use his feet. Al'therin dose not know how long he was sleeping for. He dose not even remember what life was before he arrived on this strange place. All he knows is his name, but tries desperately to jog his memory to remember how he was even named to begin with. Nothing comes to his mind. He tries once again to get on his feet and stand.
"Ooph, this is harder than it seems" Al says to himself. "One would think standing would be an ease to accomplish." Al'therin notices that not only is it hard to stand, but his skin is raw and tender to the touch. He is very badly sun burned even for his tanned skin. He notices the trees. "Shade." Al'therin says to himself.
"I have to make it to that tree line, and fast. "Al'therin struggle to his feet, but manages to do so. The feeling of standing is strange and off set feeling. But he puts one foot in front of the other. The feeling in his legs return after seconds of walkings. Al'therin then notices that he has a knife tucked in the front of his sash. He stops, takes it out, and stares intently on it. The jewels and gemstones that are embedded in the hilt sparkle in the sun, and reflect colors of red, green, blue and purple on Al'therins face. The blade is curved and neatly serrated near the hilt.
"This is a beautiful blade." Al tell himself. "I do wonder how i acquired such a thing." Al tucked it back in his sash, this time to the left side to avoid stabbing himself. The blade had no sheath to it. On he walked for what seemed like miles. He was wearing a robe when he awoke, the color or red and purple. He took it off, ripped it into multiple peaces and began to wrap his his for-arms. Next were his legs. His legs were never exposed to the sunlight, but he warped his boots up to his shins in robe wrappings to prevent unwanted sand to fall in his boots. He took the last peace of wrapping and wrapped his face and head, letting his hair pock out the bottom, still shoulder length. He wore a light white shirt in the shape of a buttoned up vest. His boots were made of leather.
He makes it to this dead barren forest and sits for a time, thankful for the little shade that the dead trees have to offer. After a short time, he brings himself back to his feet. He stands in place and wonders if maybe he's actually dead? Maybe this is why he has no memory of his past? He stares out on the horizon on the edge of the dead forest, and notices a tall black shaft. This thing, or tower if you will, is so tall that it reaches to the sky, so the top is unseeable.
"What i would give for a sack of water. Everything around me is dead. No rivers, no streams. I doubt there are even oceans around and if there is, that to is probably dead and lifeless." Al then feels a surge through his body. A feeling that he thinks he has never felt in his lifetime. It urges im to go forward, to enter this Tower, and find salvation. He hopes it brings salvation... He proceeds to the east, through the dead forest and out into the desert again. His destination is the tower...