This is just apart of my story I'm trying to write I probably won't be finished any time soon either, I'm note the best story write but hope you enjoy this first part!
A scorching sun beats down on a yellow desert baking the sand; no life should be able to survive in this unbearable heat but a man walks across the desert. He looks in his mid thirties with short hazel hair, his skin and mouth are both quite dry, he holds some type of spear in both hands using it to keep his balance his eyes were almost closed but you could make out they were a beautiful bright green. The man is wearing a ripped black cloak his chest bare and some black baggy trousers. He lifts his head and uses his hands to protect his eyes from the sun as he scans he horizon but sees nothing.
“Here should be fine” he mutters to himself as he reaches into his trousers and pulls out a scroll.
He unties it and spreads it along the sand; he places his spear on the ground and puts both hands onto the scroll muttering a spell in an unknown language. He ties the scroll up and places it back into his trousers, picks up his spear and waits in silence, after waiting about ten seconds the ground around him starts to shake and a door appears in front of him, he seems unshaken by this and has probably done it several times in the past, he takes a last glance around to make sure no one has seen what he has done and then enters the door.
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