Oriana’s POV

“Why won’t you listen to me, child?” an eerie voice swam into my ears, in a language that I did not speak, but I could understand it as if it was threaded through my mind.

The sky bled, a bright red aura enveloping the sun, painting the desert in a crimson light. Bodies lay in the sand, buried, throughout the dunes. It went on and on for miles. Death crispened the air. The taste of it delighted the creature as she appeared from over the dunes.

The ...