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    Harsh winds whipped about the sand dunes, the flurry of sand and dust rising into the air in thick clouds that could smother. Endless hills stretched out before the group that was wandering throughout the sandstorm, all covered in thick cloaks and wraps to protect themselves from the harsh whipping of the sand. The low hanging sun in the sky announced that it would be dark soon, and that with night came the freezing cold. There had been promise of sanctuary on the other end of this desert, and there was no other hope but to move forward. Stripped and abandoned in this waste land, the group of twelve moved slowly onward. Some slowing and lagging behind, others carrying those to exhausted to carry on foot. It was then that one of the figures seemed to stop, body hunched over and head hung. Hades, cloaked in black with his face hidden behind its thick cloth, looked back his black eyes seeking out the fallen back companion. His tall figure moved as fast as possible, as he drew closer his voice drowned out from the others as they kept on. Leaning closer a hand gently placing upon the shoulder of the other, he spoke—voice semi loud. 

 Gaia’s feet had been moving slowly, but steadily with her hands on  someone’s elbow as they crossed the terrain, the only indication of  day and night for her being the temperature. Normally she felt tough  and resilient and though she moved slow she wasn't terribly weak.  It wasn't until flashes of things she couldn't comprehend passed  through her head that she was brought to her knees. She had been  listening to the slow murmur of people’s words and footsteps to  keep her on the right path and every once in a while someone would  call her name to make sure she was following along.   But when she fell to her knees, the sand pressed into her palms, the  only part of her that had been left bare to the storms of the sand. She  was fortunate not to have to worry about sand in her eyes, but to avoid  too many questions, she kept herself covered completely from head to  toe.  She wrapped her fingers around the grains of sand before she  nodded, and moved to hopefully get up.                                  “I surely hope so.”  Though when Gaia pushed against the ground to get up and begin  walking again, she found she was just shy of being strong enough  to get up.                    “I might need help standing up, however.”

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He smiled in quiet amusement, tilting his head to the side to follow the expressions that crossed her features. “That must’ve been a terrible dream.”

 She tilted her head to the side while she pondered his statement instead  of just giving her answer and when she felt like she could adequately  respond, she nodded. “It wasn’t pleasant. But I’ve not had pleasant dreams  for many years. Dreaming about strangers that I’ll meet most likely in   passing for only a fleeting moment is hardly relaxing. Especially when I’m  dreaming about bankruptcy and stock market crashes.”  The air around her moved when he stepped up to accommodate him and  she was sure she could hear the breaths he only had to take to satisfy the  meat suit that was wrapped around the very essence of death. The older   got the more she realized how her eyes had only been a temporary tool, and  often thought she functioned better without them.                               “Yes. You were there on Christmas Eve.”  Now that she knew his presence, it was unmistakable that he’d been  hanging around when the mafia came for her father and kidnapped both  she and her mother. He’d been there as they stormed through the bulidling  and slashed the throat of anyone who dared to look in their direction. But  this went without saying because he being there meant he would have  seen Gaia and he would have known what she was capable of then. It only  made sense that her life had been spared for whatever bargain he wanted  to strike today.                             “Name your p r i c e. I know what you’re here for.”  When his cold fingers brushed against hers the images that flooded her  mind made her gasp. She’d never been one to foresee the deaths of those  around her, but suddenly she knew that the elderly couple would pass  peacefully in their sleep tonight, and tomorrow the young tenant would be  yanked from his car in a flurry of broken glass and shattered fiberglass. When  she pulled her hand away, her shoulders were tense, though she didn’t say  anything while she pulled herself back together. It wasn’t like she wasn’t  used to violence (had even killed before to keep herself and others safe)  but she’d never seen death as vividly as she had the night she lost her sight.  And she wasn’t eager to see it again.

Cassandra visibly relaxed, her shoulders dropping. Without realizing it, she’d braced for some sort of impact, and she unclenched her fists and let out another breath. The girl’s voice had a gentleness Cass had not felt for some time.  “Still, it was — it was rude,” she said. “Are you alright?”

“Just fine,” she assured the other, not even brushing the dust off herself. It  wasn’t like she’d fallen or anything. She was standing perfectly still with her  sunglasses perched on her nose and the walking stick poised in her hand.  She didn’t need it, not really, but it was easier than keeping up with a dog,  which she didn’t need either.  “Oh, you’re hardly the most rude thing to have happened to me in years,”  Gaia replied, giving a small smile. “You’re not in a rush are you? I certainly  don’t mean to keep you.”