The Oracle’s Warning

The Oracle’s Warning

The desert stretched endlessly before Nefertari, an unforgiving sea of golden sand dunes rippling beneath the scorching sun. The wind whipped at her face, tugging at her cloak as if trying to pull her back, urging her to reconsider this treacherous journey. Yet, Nefertari’s resolve was unshakable. She had come too far to turn back now. The path ahead was perilous, but it was a path she had to walk—alone.

Her horse trudged onward, its hooves sinking into the sand with each step. The air shimmered with heat, and the distant horizon blurred into a wavering mirage. Nefertari’s mouth was dry, her throat parched, but she pushed forward, driven by the urgency that gnawed at her heart. The oracle was her last hope, the only one who could provide the answers she desperately needed.