Hundred Twenty-Nine

Arabella's eyes slowly fluttered open, and she squinted against the blinding sun overhead. The heat bore down oppressively, causing sweat to pool immediately beneath her shirt.

The air around her was dry, hot, and arid — all signs pointed to her being in a desert. Panic ignited within her like a fire, and she frantically surveyed her surroundings for any hint of civilization but encountered nothing but endless sand.

Her throat felt parched; her saliva was beginning to thicken. Soon, it seemed there wouldn't be enough moisture left for her to swallow.

"Shit!" She gritted her teeth, tapping her pocket. She slipped her hand into it, searching for only God knows what.

Yet, she found nothing that could aid her. Arabella considered walking yet remained uncertain about the right direction.

It wasn't until she stood up that she noticed the peculiar figure in the distance, resembling the silhouette of a familiar figure — Blaze.

"Blaze!" Her heart surged with hope, and she sprinted toward him,