(Read before Fort Damon, if you want. It says what happened on the way...)

Evening came, and the army marched on. Nogare looked up at the sun, feeling the heat burn on him. Sand flew all around him. The taste of sand burned in his mouth, and he could only see and hear the sand waving around, as if a broom was sweeping the sand at him. He had to close his eyes, and was not able to see his surroundings. He had never been in the desert,or even a desert, but he held in the pain in his eyes. He could hardly hear the glinging of armour, and the crying of Zarun to continue. They all had there eyes covered. Leeves were seen through the dust, but they did not attack; they looked like they could die at any moment. Nogare was eager to help, but he could not. He had to march to war, possibly to ruin. He marched on, sucking up the pain in his eyes, away from the sun's falling...