This was it, finally she was going to perish in the desert. She couldn’t even see who her captor was. It just looked like a very short shadow was dragging her away. It took her some time to discern her captor. Whoever it was was very short and was wearing a cloak so dark blue that it blended into the night sky and obscured any other distinguishing features. The cold grip it had on her felt unnatural as if she were being assaulted by a dead person. She looked down to see that it was almost the case, tight skin hung desperately onto bone with no muscle or fat to smoothe out the joints. Mythe almost vomited before she remembered it was a common trait among reapers.
“Zarketh?” She tasted the worlds on her tongue. They felt familiar somehow but also very foreign and… Sweet? Faintly she wondered why she had said the name but she really didn’t know what was happening now.