THE REFLECTION
You look at your reflection. Some water drips down making circles on
your face. You check your pockets. You first find a peice of paper
which you open greedily. "Across the desert lands lies the city
of Tyle Sands. Only here, if your bound, will sanctuary be
found." You crumple the paper and shove it back in your pocket.
Maybe your a poet? You feel angry that you didn't write your name
somewhere on you so if something like this would happen you could at
least know who you are. Then you think of how rediculous that sounded
and chuckle out loud. Your voice sounds strange and unfamilar. You
reach into your other pocket. You find ...
