The desert sands seemed to be waving all over the place- everything in the distance was shimmering in the heat that bore down down unmercifully on the unfortunate man. Unfortunate, used loosely of course, for he who dared to cross the boiling sands of the unforgiving Tantari Desert on a day such as this deserved such a fate for unwavering foolishness in the face of all that is death. Today, 'All that is Death' just so happened to be a lone samurai who watched the poor soul struggle from a distance.

Dogura watched pitifully as the man struggled to keep himself upright. The man, Thomas Brown as his list indicated, staggered across the sands towards the distant cliffs. Thomas was a thin man, and his brown hair hung over his blue eyes. He wore middle class clothing, and carried on a backpack, which he discarded about a mile back. Now, all he carried was a bone-dry flask that once held a reserve of water. A broken soul, he didn't quite expect to make it. Why he was going to hell, Dogura hadn't the foggiest; but his soul was on the list, and his life was at its end.

Thomas tripped and fell face first, catching a mouthful of sand. It made his thirst seem more definite, and a feeling of helplessness overcame him. He glanced up at the distant cliffs, and pounded the sand with a fist. He had stopped sweating several hours ago, and tears wouldn't come to his eyes either. He closed his eyes in defeat, and gave up. He went through every dead man's inner monologue. Is this really it? I'm going to die here? Who would have thought... That I'd be next.

"Giving up, Thomas?"

The man's eyes shot open, and he looked at Dogura, who had his shirt tucked around his waist. It was simply too hot for additional clothing, or armor for that matter. His piercing eyes stared harshly.

"I didn't take you for a quitter." Dogura remarked, a look of disappointment falling over his face.

Thomas' eyes were widened, and his mouth hung open. "Who... Who are you?!"

"Well I'm the Grim Reaper, and I'm here for your mortal soul." Dogura replied quickly, taking a seat in the sand in front of Thomas.

The man was awestruck. "I-I'm going to hell?!" He cried out, clearly astonished. He shook his head in disbelief. "There must be some sort of mistake!!" To this, the samurai shook his head in dismissal.

"Nope. Straight to hell." Dogura repeated, putting his hands in his lap. Suddenly, Thomas started laughing. Denial. It was easy to tell when someone was beginning to crack. Dogura felt sorry for the misfortune of the man- but whoever he was, he was bad man, and he had to remember that. Suddenly, Thomas blurted out, "I must be seeing a mirage!! That's it! There's no such thing as the Grim Reaper! I'm just seeing an illusion! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" He threw his head back in laughter. Dogura simply watched in pity, as the dehydrated man died slowly. The samurai stood up, and drew his sword before stating, "I can make this quicker for you if you wish..."

He's going to die here anyways... I don't think Ganon cares how he dies, so long as he does. He thought, as he awaited Thomas' answer. The man said nothing, and only continued laughing at Dogura. The samurai sighed, and swiftly stabbed through the man's heart. Thomas' eyes widened for a moment in utter disbelief before whatever light was left in them faded away. Dogura knelt down, and reached inside his body. His hand reappeared with a soul in its clutch, and with a squeeze, it was gone. Dogura cleaned his sword in the sand, and sheathed it. His job was done for the week. He was exploring his capabilities as a reaper, and this would give him an answer he needed. If someone was to die at a certain moment, would it matter how death came to them? It was likely that Ganon only cared about the soul. Still, he had other queries.

One of them was a bigger one than others... Particularly: Were there other reapers?

There simply had to be. More than one bad person died in one week, he was sure of it. How could one person be in charge of every dying man and woman? He would investigate over the following couple of weeks. For now, the desert was hot. He turned in the direction of the Tantari Cafe. It was about a five hour walk, and a three hour run. For Dogura however, about 15 minutes if he traveled by shadow. Welling up the magical energy inside of him, he fired an elemental burst of shadow at the ground directly in front of him. An inky shadow appeared, and he immediately dove into it. It was like opening up a portal to another world, and in this world, he was out of the sun's rays.

He propelled himself towards the cafe, leaving the buzzards to take care of the body he'd left behind.