The angel

[note: this is part II. Part I is here.]

One week had passed.

The child was still wandering around in that sea of golden sand, desperately looking for someone else than the memory of his mother. Her blue eyes haunted him even in his sleep, her last words still echoing in his mind. "Don't follow." she said. But what did she mean?

He hadn't had a drink for almost two days.

The scorching sun had drank all the water off the face of the earth, and needed more.

It was too much. He decided this was to be his final night. There was nothing left for him, but sand and more sand. And, as he had found out himself earlier that day, sand didn't turn to water, even under threat.

Talking to sand wasn't the strange thing, it was the fact that the sand had started talking back.

He closed his eyes. Like every night since the attack, his mother's eyes were all he could see. But that night was different. That night he saw her.

He opened his eyes, and there was light everywhere. White, pure, blinding light.

A blonde girl with long hair, wearing a dress made of snow, was all he could see. He couldn't look away from her, her blue eyes piercing him.

She smiled.

Why did she smile? Why wouldn't she just leave him to be, alone in the burning desert?

He violently woke up. The desert was still there. There was no girl, just sand...

P.S. I've started this story here.