Deep Sand

I had had a dream about a boy lost to the desert. Time & sand had swallowed his village while and barred them from the rest of the world.

He grew under the gaze of the local blacksmith, and while not soft, he cared for the boy who showed sparks of genius. The boy would tinker on small inventions— his mind consumed with possibilities for possibilities sake.

Hours, minutes, days, they swirled together in a sandy haze as I watched the boys progress from over his shoulder. As if I had become some favorite familiar, guarding him from the troubles of the world.

When the boy was half grown, half yet a man, but still foolish as all youth are, he set about hunting a sand wyrm. An insidious beast that lurks beneath the depths of the deep sand waiting for large game to tread above. The boy, Igo, knew this and believed himself invulnerable armed with his intellect. He’d later come to learn that it was arrogance. Something that the wyrm killed amongst other things.