روايات وقصص ضمن From Sand And Ash

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

I have never heard of a place called Azora all my life. "But I have never heard of this place...." I said. She smiled. "Alot of slaves who were brought here always say the same thing, we are like a forgotten Island located in the northern part of the world, our kingdom is rich in gold, silver, brass and lots more and that is why we have it everywhere" she explained. I nodded looking away. I shut my eyes. I couldn't believe I was lost in some Island located in the north. I looked up at her "do you have technology here?"

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “It doesn’t stick?” “What?” he asked, glancing at her foot, appearing confused as well. She grinned and lowered it to the ground, grabbed a handful of sand, letting it run through her fingers, watching every single grain fall without leaving anything on her hands. “The sand. It’s not sticking to me.” “It won’t. That’s not how it works. Sand here is not clingy. I am not sure of the properties of your Earth sand, but the sand in Aurora will never stick to you.”

It was like a mirage. It was a nightmare. The warriors had fought for hours—tried to hack, pierce, and burn the monstrous Sand Men—but each time they felled one of them, two more would take its place, born from the shifting sands. The creatures were little more than shifting, endless waves of sand, with eyes like pits of darkness and mouths that seemed to roar with eternal hunger. They thought the sandmen retreated. But they could not have been more wrong. This place was toying with them, playing with their minds, and making them question reality.

Maybe like a decoration or something. It seemed odd. I touched it,it was solid clay. For a moment I freaked out but shrugged it off afterwards. I'll just wait till Eren comes back.

Murphy still seemed to be under the shock of the bombshells, she wasn’t saying anything, she was just trying to feel the gravity of the earth pulling them, it was the sudden actions of disbelief that kept her in incredulity. The sand storm had again been formed by the monstrous engines running through the heart of the golden sandy land, they couldn’t appreciate the destination they were traveling to, everything was covered with the sand flying around them like a dust devil. It was when they had traveled a few km on the ride that the destination was due. The engine slowed down a bit, and the sand land was over, they were entering into a huge stony built area. They couldn’t see clearly from th

They cried in pain as they tried to run away from the invisible entity holding them hostage. “Stop!” I screamed, feeling the heat of ash falling around the beach, covering the beautiful porridge-colored sand that now looked like a dusty grey. “What do you want?” I screamed, the smoke now formed into a perfect tall shadow. Deep red eyes boring into me as it came closer.

Andrius could not help but exclaim when he saw the amazing scene. “Don’t misunderstand, Andrius.” Yvie looked at the snowy white expanse and said solemnly, “This is one of the most dangerous areas in the Barren Land—Snow Sand Sea. While it looks like snow, it’s actually a strange desert. Because of the constant energy flow, it reflects the sun and our gaze, making it look like a snowy expanse that’s always moving. “In reality, the waves of the Snow Sand Sea are made by the monsters hidden under the sand. They have lived here for years and are not only very familiar with the illusions but also have an outer layer with a similar effect, which makes them powerful and difficult to deal with.

The sky darkens as if ash had found it too. Below, his laughter climbs—ruptured, furious, exultant. The pulse hammers through it, reminding even him: freedom is not a rule. --- POV: Ashmouth The world shakes. Chains lie in glowing shards, sinking into ash. My body is ruin—torn, bleeding, luminous. My laughter is ragged but alive. I lift my head. Shadows climb with me. Skulls orbit. Solara quakes; bells toll without hands. I grin through blood and ash.

Ash ponders, his fingers crawling over Alex neck. "I mean, we could try-" There's sudden laughter in the distance, but close enough to hear, and they turn to see where it's coming from. There's a group of people, still far away enough to stay undetected, but coming closer. Ash sighs disappointedly, and pushes Alex back to sit up. "Guess we won't find out today." Not that it really matters, and finding sand inside his shorts even now, makes him think whatever Alex read might very well be true. It's not a pleasant feeling, and his whole backside is covered in sand, too.