Last Outlet. Sweat stuck to her forehead. Walking through this sand was like wading through sugar. It burned every small time it touched the little of her exposed skin. This was fun. More than fun, exhilirating. She laughed, her dry throat turning raw. She coughed spitting out the last of her saliva. "Don't laugh.." she noted to herself. Being banished was rather boring. Wasn't it just fun? She was driving herself insane. "Men are stupid anyways." she thought to herself again, "Blah,blah,blah. Now you can't tell me nothing." She sighed. Just breathing air was a struggle now. Sand met her dry mouth, and she quickly closed it again. "I should've just got up for him.." Harlen Azer, Harlen Azer, Harlen Azer... she repeated her name over and over again. A man's name on a woman wasn't very demure. The desert heat was getting to her. The scorching sun beating down on her back hurt more than necessary. "So stupid..." She thought, "Why didn't I just listen!?" Then she saw him galloping with a stupid grimace slapped on his face. His clean bright blonde hair looked stunning in the dirty dessert. "Hello!" she called out. He looked up staring her straight into her eyes. He began walking over. "Your eyes are green. Assuming your from Dor?" She nodded her head. "Who are yo-" He interrupted her, "Cedric Ophir." He responds, "And who are y-" "How did you know I was going to ask that?" "Psychic." he shrugs. "What in the world is that?" "An elite? Hello?" Her brows furrowed together, "That's awfully rude." She says, then she sighs. "I am Harlen Azer." he scoffed, "No one of importance I assume." She then turned on her heel and walked away, "Wait!" He called after her, "I didn't mean that, I'm sorry." She looked back, "Never mind politeness." She shouted. He ran after her. "So, stupid!' She thought, "I'm not stupid!" he yelled. "You are so!" She says out loud.
powerless fanfic!! thought it would be fun if she would be the founder or ilya! true to lore!! (yes the names are switched around!!) just a sample!
