The desert never looked as beautiful as that night.
She walked for four days without direction in the desert, without a reason. Just enjoying the immortality the desert gave her, enjoying the sensation of the sand in her bare feet, just worrying of not falling in a mound of sand.
While she walked she could feel the dagger she had buried against his thigh. Everytime she felt the pressure against her she remembered who she was, & how they had treated her. She remembered the power she had inside her, & everytime she did, her pride grew.
It was time to direct herself to the coven, she needed to see her sisters. It was the moment to start their yearly ritual.
That ritual was something they did to establish a contact with nature, they always did it in the middle of the desert, to connect with the dunes, with the oasis, with the sand.
Step by step, she could hear the whispers of her sisters near her, she was getting close to the coven, they were calling her, they were asking for her presence, they wanted her to be by their side, & she needed them.