Things Get Moving: Journey to the Capital

Dreaded Inferno
"Shit! Why is it so goddamn hot! Ugh!" Richard cried, wiping the sweat from his face. Evidently, the quickest route to the capital was through the desert. So for the sake of time, they hired the services of a sandrunner to get through the desert as quick as possible. The elf that was taking them there was quite generous at the price. But that didn't change the fact that the desert was a wasteland ruled by the sun's fury.

"Do you ever stop whining?" Lana turned away from Richard in annoyance. The sandrunner, a magical vehicle that literally glided over the sand of the desert wasteland, had no roof. So they were exposed to blazing sun; Richard had forgotten to use some sunscreen. Lana was in a pair of combat shorts and a tight gray shirt, the best she could do to cope with the heat.

Richard shielded his eyes from the sun. "It's like were riding through Hell, goodness. Sanjo, next time, we need get a better sandrunner." Richard snapped. Sanjo looked over at Richard. "I'm hot as hell too, man. But this was only avaible one, and we needed to get moving immediately." Sanjo remarked. He couldn't deny Richard had the right to complain, but that's life for you.

Lana cocked an eyebrow, "You're awfully calm for a guy who's been fanning himself since we got on here. Eitherway, you owe me for this one!" Lana declared. The blonde mage was puzzled. "What the? Owe you what, Lana? " Sanjo protested. She ignored the question, as she took a seat across from him. Sano sighed, he just didn't get her at all sometimes. All the while, Zeo was sitting silently near the front of the sandrunner.

"Nothing but endless miles of sand. Nothing, just sand." Zeo was deep in thought. He thought over the past events of his life, how he'd gone from a criminal to tagging along with a Wizard Saint. Somehow he enjoyed the noise that came with being with them. Sure Lana hadn't care for him at first, but they had learned to get along. "Is this what they call 'friends'?"

Zeo stared off into the distance. The only friend he had ever known had run away. He should of went with her, but that's life. Zeo scratched his head. Life is full of "should ofs" and "could ofs". He turned his attention back to his comrades. Lana was shouting at Sanjo about something. Richard still looked miserable from the heat. He thought of what would of happened had he not teamed up with Sanjo, but such thoughts were desirable.

He focused on Sanjo, "I don't even know what I want in life. Or what the meaning of my existence is. Yet, there's something yearning in me to pursue the answer. Who knows where life will take me, but I know that I've found a friend in you. " Zeo turned back to watch the hills of sand go by as they raced through the desert.