The Storm of A Journey

Closing her eyes for a moment as the child continued to wail, and breathing. The young teen was just so tired of the feeding, the never sleeping and the constant overwhelming feeling of not wanting to be a mother.

Truth be told, she was a little tired of her husband as well, but his travels had meant he was gone for a time. There was no question of love or not, for it played no part in their marriage either way. It was just difficult to be married to a man so much older than herself.

The Oasis was the only home she had ever known. The ways of her Sept the only way the dark haired girl had ever known. Her gaze caught the signs of the storm that would arise before long.

Something stirred inside of her, like a long forgotten familiar need, pulling her away from familiarity and towards the uncertainty of the future.

There was no resistance, going was the only answer. Laying the baby down at the tent and turning around, one foot proceeded in front of the moment. She knew they were leading her where her soul and body needed to go.

Continuing away from the tent, away from the Oasis, away from her life and on to something more. There was no question of turning around.

The girl suddenly found herself away from everything she had ever known. Somewhere in the sands of the desert. With the maelstrom fast approaching…