Dawn on the Dune

Azazel raced across the desert, creating a storm of sound and sand as he crouched low on his horse. Every so often, he would glance back, squinting against the dry cloud. He was too old for this – too old to do this again, but they were getting stronger. They were coming. He could feel it. He shivered unconsciously as he felt the wet slither further down his bones. The Blue Giants of the sea were gaining in power and followers by the day. They were coming. And this time, the Sand Knights were unprepared. Alone, all would be lost, the sea drowning out the dunes of the South. He sighed in resignation. Yes, there would be one last battle to fight before he could disappear from the world – once and for all.