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Walking through an endless stretch of sand dunes, Clint desperately searched for any sign of life, but despite his effort there was nothing, but sand as far as the eye could see. The pure white sand magnified the sun's rays, obscuring his vision. Shading his eyes from the scorching sun, he struggled to make out anything in the distance, but it was impossible to see anything. Without warning a howling sand storm rolled in out of nowhere and blocked out the sun within seconds. The first gust of wind hit him like a brick wall knocking him down to the ground as his head whiplashed violently into the ground. Once he regained his coordination Clint slowly made it back to his feet. Its strength would have pulled him right off the ground if it were not for the sand already piled around his legs. The sand swirling in the air felt like burning coals smoldering its brand into his bare skin. Burying his face into one arm, Clint reached out with one hand in search for a place to wait out the sand storm.

Though the blinding sun was erased out of the sky, the thick storm did not allow the possibility of sight. Noticing that his search was futile, he crouched down to wait for what was to become of him: the inevitable. As he sat there huddled up in the heavy sand, a faint cry on the wind called his name over and over. At first he dismissed it, wondering how hard did he really hit his head as he sat there expecting not to be buried alive by the eternal sands. But he couldn't help but feel drawn to it and began to slowly drag himself forward one step at a time against the weight of the wind. This effort was not in search for his safety, but for the sweet, mysterious voice that so longingly wanted to meet him. The thought of another living human to hold him tight in their arms and let him know that someone cared swelled up in his heart as an act of desperation. As she sang her lovely melody, he quickly fell into her hypnotic trance. With each determined step, his feet seem to sink further into the sand, almost engulfing his entire leg. He understood the danger: one false move could throw him into the clutches of the eager wind to be consumed forever in its treacherous hands, but he had to know who was calling him. He had to know that he wasn't the only thing drawing breath in this barren waste land.

Barely able to move he finally made out a faint object in the distance, but it was still too far to see what it was for sure. In despair, his spirit sank deep into the endless sand that seemed to embody him as he dropped back to the ground. The only thing that went through his mind was that he could never make it, that he was useless. His pathetic body laid there in the harsh sand as he gave up all hope, but the voice persisted on calling his name, drawing him towards her safe domain. Even with her steadfast call Clint could not fine the confidence within himself to stand once again. Once it became apparent that he was no longer being compliant the wind seemed to calm just enough to offer hope again. Seeing now that his journey was not hopeless, he attempted to follow the call again, but just as he stood up the wind began to howl and return to its former velocity, almost knocking him to the ground. Giving up Clint laid back on the ground, waiting for the wind to take his last breath, but the wind died down enticing him to stand once again.

Feeling antagonized and betrayed, Clint buried his head in his arms and laid flat on his stomach hoping to stifle out the sound, but it was no use. The more he resisted, the louder her desperate calls got and the softer the winds howled. Being fade up he propped himself up slightly and yelled with animosity, "Stop!! Leave me alone!!" but as he ignored her demands she ignored his in return. With every shrill of his name a sharp pain pierced his skull as if it was being chiseled open. His very entity was being swallowed whole by the very voice that urged him forth. Its claws sank into his body and soul ripping them into two. "Ah! Please stop!!!!" Clint yelled in agony. Holding his ears to muffle the sound, he thrashed around in pain with each call of his name. Clint curled up into a ball shaking violently, wishing to disappear into the bottomless pit of despair waiting to surcome to its hold on him. The coursing pain soon made it impossible to move at all. With no warning, the ground vibrated as if something large landed right beside him. A large beast let out a thunderous roar that drowned out the once urgent call. As the infernal call died down so did the pain it inflicted. Clint struggled to open his eyes only to find that the pain left his sight blurry. He could only make out the silhouette of a boy about his age starring ominously down at him. The boy was about his height and build, but that was all he could make out for he could hardly pry his eyes open. As the vision of his dream faded away, Clint's heart filled with content knowing that he was not the only one.

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Walking through an endless stretch of sand dunes, Clint desperately searched for any sign of life, but despite his effort there was nothing, but sand as far as the eye could see. The pure white sand magnified the sun's rays, obscuring his vision. Shading his eyes from the scorching sun, he struggled to make out anything in the distance, but it was impossible to see anything. Without warning a howling sand storm rolled in out of nowhere and blocked out the sun within seconds. The first gust of wind hit him like a brick wall knocking him down to the ground as his head whiplashed violently into the ground. Once he regained his coordination Clint slowly made it back to his feet. Its strength would have pulled him right off the ground if it were not for the sand already piled around his legs. The sand swirling in the air felt like burning coals smoldering its brand into his bare skin. Burying his face into one arm, Clint reached out with one hand in search for a place to wait out the sand storm.

Though the blinding sun was erased out of the sky, the thick storm did not allow the possibility of sight. Noticing that his search was futile, he crouched down to wait for what was to become of him: the inevitable. As he sat there huddled up in the heavy sand, a faint cry on the wind called his name over and over. At first he dismissed it, wondering how hard did he really hit his head as he sat there expecting not to be buried alive by the eternal sands. But he couldn't help but feel drawn to it and began to slowly drag himself forward one step at a time against the weight of the wind. This effort was not in search for his safety, but for the sweet, mysterious voice that so longingly wanted to meet him. The thought of another living human to hold him tight in their arms and let him know that someone cared swelled up in his heart as an act of desperation. As she sang her lovely melody, he quickly fell into her hypnotic trance. With each determined step, his feet seem to sink further into the sand, almost engulfing his entire leg. He understood the danger: one false move could throw him into the clutches of the eager wind to be consumed forever in its treacherous hands, but he had to know who was calling him. He had to know that he wasn't the only thing drawing breath in this barren waste land.

Barely able to move he finally made out a faint object in the distance, but it was still too far to see what it was for sure. In despair, his spirit sank deep into the endless sand that seemed to embody him as he dropped back to the ground. The only thing that went through his mind was that he could never make it, that he was useless. His pathetic body laid there in the harsh sand as he gave up all hope, but the voice persisted on calling his name, drawing him towards her safe domain. Even with her steadfast call Clint could not fine the confidence within himself to stand once again. Once it became apparent that he was no longer being compliant the wind seemed to calm just enough to offer hope again. Seeing now that his journey was not hopeless, he attempted to follow the call again, but just as he stood up the wind began to howl and return to its former velocity, almost knocking him to the ground. Giving up Clint laid back on the ground, waiting for the wind to take his last breath, but the wind died down enticing him to stand once again.

Feeling antagonized and betrayed, Clint buried his head in his arms and laid flat on his stomach hoping to stifle out the sound, but it was no use. The more he resisted, the louder her desperate calls got and the softer the winds howled. Being fade up he propped himself up slightly and yelled with animosity, "Stop!! Leave me alone!!" but as he ignored her demands she ignored his in return. With every shrill of his name a sharp pain pierced his skull as if it was being chiseled open. His very entity was being swallowed whole by the very voice that urged him forth. Its claws sank into his body and soul ripping them into two. "Ah! Please stop!!!!" Clint yelled in agony. Holding his ears to muffle the sound, he thrashed around in pain with each call of his name. Clint curled up into a ball shaking violently, wishing to disappear into the bottomless pit of despair waiting to surcome to its hold on him. The coursing pain soon made it impossible to move at all. With no warning, the ground vibrated as if something large landed right beside him. A large beast let out a thunderous roar that drowned out the once urgent call. As the infernal call died down so did the pain it inflicted. Clint struggled to open his eyes only to find that the pain left his sight blurry. He could only make out the silhouette of a boy about his age starring ominously down at him. The boy was about his height and build, but that was all he could make out for he could hardly pry his eyes open. As the vision of his dream faded away, Clint's heart filled with content knowing that he was not the only one.