When the Sun Hits (Too Hard)


You've been on the run for days from the Empire. Your only options were to face the King and your inevitable death or escape the borders of the King's territory, into the desert. And here you are, wandering underneath the beating sun without water in sight for miles. You drink the last bits of water in your jug and continue walking, exhausted. Suddenly you hear rumbling. You look up into the sky and see clouds forming unnaturally fast and only over you. The rumbling continues, getting louder.
Step out the way.
Stay under. What a blessing!