Aella spent the day crossing the bridge, slowly, step by step walking towards the thin trail of smoke rising from the horizon. The end of the desert getting smaller and eventually invisible behind her.
The sky was mostly clear, the occasional cloud crossed the desert towards Aella and after its shadow glanced off the bridge it carried on slowly towards the other end of the sky.
The day was like a long uneventful dream to Aella, and at the same time it seemed to only last a short moment, the length of a single thought. Perhaps because that was all she felt she had as she crossed the bridge.
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As Dusk closed in, Aella found herself at the end of the bridge, before the steps that led up into the arena, she saw an old man stood in the center waiting for her. She approached.
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