Sand Land Dabura Novels & Stories

Once Rex had his heading, he dashed back out across the dunes, once Fafnir had approved of his heading, he had chosen a certain star to follow to keep his bearings, only having a short time with the relief from the sun he did not want to become stuck once more in the heat. ‘This place is shit’ Rex cursed, seeing more sand every time he reached the peak of the next dune. ‘Kadota used to be an oasis of water and life’ Fafnir said.

‘That was close. ‘Very close,’ Abdullah agreed. His teeth gleamed white in his bronzed face. He wore a turban to keep out the sun and sand, and somehow it made him look more masculine. More desirable. ‘Foolish, perhaps, to race,’ he continued. ‘There is a small oasis here. We’ll let the horses drink before we continue.’ ‘A small oasis? I’d thought the next one was a day’s ride by camel.’ Abdullah just shrugged and Amira let out a huff of indignation. ‘So you lied to me?’

The Dawlya emissary. She was tall, cloaked in desert-gray, her face half-veiled in the traditional silk of Seppa’s old circle. Her tattoo three rings, marked with the swirl of a Sandkeeper lineage glowed faintly along her cheek. As her boots touched Draynor stone, the magic around her pulsed outward in a controlled shockwave. Several guards winced but held formation. Thomas did not move. The emissary surveyed the capital with an unreadable expression, then bowed not deeply, but with a formality that acknowledged strength.

When his men screamed, he saw the men grouped in a circle on top of the rocks with their swords and arrows, as they cut the creatures in half. That region was a place known as Sand Cemetery. It was a place of dark secrets and dangerous creatures, the sand was a dark red colour and sand monsters were said to roam the dunes at night. They led the way by marching through the depths of the depths, making their way to the sand desert cavern in their burial ground, when they entered the caverns.

The guide, an energetic young woman named Talia, grinned as she held onto the controls. “Alright, folks! Welcome to the Forbidden Wasteland Safari! You’re about to witness creatures you’ve only heard of in legend—massive sand lizards, dire wolves, and, if we’re lucky, the elusive Thunderbeast!” A knight from the Kingdom of Gelmaria clutched the side of his seat. “You mean we will see these monsters? In person? Not behind castle walls?” “Of course! Don’t worry, our vehicles are completely safe,” Talia assured them as the tour car revved up.

Each step sunk into the ground like walking through thick mud. "We are gaining ground!" Okan cheered. "What is up ahead?" Eira could see a change in the landscape. The crusty, cracked ground gave way to mounds of golden sand. "That is the Drifting Dunes Desert," Junayd answered. "Perhaps we can use it to hide and regroup." Many of those nearby looked to Devrim for confirmation. His mouth formed a determined line. "You heard the general. To the dunes!" The race became slower and slower as both groups tried to reach the sand. They were all growing tired. Thankfully the ground seemed to be growing tired as well; it was caving in less and less the further they walked.

An hour later they walked into the dark, silent dunes. Chief Madu was not the sort of person to doubt himself. But now that he was out in the desert without Princess Diana by his side, He realized how foolish he had been. The Abasia Kingdom was to the east of the Daila Kingdom mountain. But simply plodding towards the rising sun was no way to get through hundreds of miles of shifting sand.

“Well, it depends what it is. Most things will flee. A few of the big lizards will stand their ground and fight. They’re more fun. Other stuff, I have to chase, and that’s... tiresome.” He licked his lips as he called up the memory. “There’s a kind of lizard that’s pretty rare. The locals like to call it a sand dragon. It’s huge, almost the size of a horse, but it can bury itself in the sand somehow to hide from the sun and wait for prey. And one of them was picking off livestock and killing anyone foolish enough to try and stop it. This was... oh, a few years back, maybe five, seven...”

As far as the eye could see, sand dunes rose and fell, matching the scorching sun and creating a magnificent landscape. Wilbur enjoyed the unique scenery of the desert and felt extremely relaxed. It had been a long time since he came to somewhere so beautiful. However, Isabella said at that moment, "Don't be fooled by the beauty here. The further we go, the more dangerous it will be. This desert is famous for constantly shifting. The roads can disappear at any moment, and we could be caught in a sandstorm at any time as well. This place is three hundred and thirty thousand square kilometers wide. The moment you get lost, you'll be in incredible danger.

"Want anything? Water or a soft drink?" "Fanta, if you have it." Omar strayed to the living room, sitting while Jules got the can drink from the fridge. He tossed it into Omar's open hands and took his seat. "Shancai isn't here yet?" "Yeah. She sent a text. She's going to be late." Omar nodded taking a sip from his drink. "I think I saw David's car leaving, was that Venus?" "Yeah." He answered, unable to keep the smile from forming. Her name induced an automatic reaction.