The Beast

Ashton wanders the purple dessert. His body feels heavy as he fights against the purple sand that continues to try to pull him back toward the cottage. He lets out a shout of frustration as he kicks at the sand.

“You’re supposed to be helping me, you stupid Veil!” Ashton shouts out as he uses his spear to stab at the sand, but nothing changes.

Ashton just plops down into the sand, finally giving in. He pulls his knees up to his chest as he watches the sand stop. He just sighs.

“I don’t know what you want from me.” He rests his head against his knees and closes his eyes. “I’m doing my job; just let me do my job.”

The sand’s only response was just to be still. Ashton just sits there thinking. The way he just left Owen probably wasn’t the best. He just didn’t know how to handle whatever emotions he was feeling.

“I’m so tired…” Ashton sighs and lays back into the sand. “I don’t get it… what am I supposed to do?”