I woke up. I had no clue where I was I was horribly injured. Well, I guess I’m lucky to be alive but if I’m not found soon I would wish I had died then because I’ll die from dehydration or starvation.

I looked around myself I could see blood a dragon scale bits of metal… Wait that’s it the dragon scale! It can heal any injury! It was perfect. I slowly crawled towards it, and easily accessing the cuts, I held it all. I hoped was it wasn’t a collector’s dragon scale. They’re very rare and could make you rich but otherwise useless. I held it closed my eyes and hoped for the best.

It-it-it was a collector’s dragon scale. I lost hope. Was I doomed to die in the middle of the desert? I thought so as I closed my eyes and if I died like this at least I would not have to look at the awful territory around me…

It had been almost a week five and a quarter days to be exact. I felt a bit of tugging on my arm. I opened my eyes and saw what seemed to be a 34 year old man his name Alfie (he told me that in part 3.) He got soup in my mouth somehow. I heard the words from his mouth dessert rescue services. I knew he was a hero to whatever place. I was in saving those who where lost in the dessert.

It had been a couple months; I was just ready to leave the hospital so I did yet I didn’t know the towns people were…