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Summer was still lingering in Al-Kharid, mocking its residents with a scorching heat wave. Wintumber was fast on approach and Jack Frost was loose once again, but Dommik had problems of his own.
“Take that, Menaphite!” jeered a young child, shoving Dommik into the blazing white sand flaring up his nostrils and throat. Before Dommik could attempt to vomit up the dry land, he felt a painful force below his matted black hair on his right ear, burrowing him deeper into anguish.
“Hey, Zeke, I think you’ve tortured the runt enough.” The pressure on his skull released and Dommik took in a wheezy gasp, ignoring the throbbing in his temple. He squinted with his pale, blue blistered eyes and watched as Zeke knelt in closer and broke off Dommik’s string amulet with sharp pull.
“If I ever see you near our oasis again, I’ll make sure to break more than those eyes of yours. See you later, Dom-Dom.” Zeke dropped the necklace in Dommik’s lap and left.
Dommik lifted up the pendant with a sweltering hand, using the other to shield himself from the sun. It was the face of a camel, with dark, beady eyes that stared at Dommik’s beaten face. It had been a present from his Grandmother, an odd but quirky woman.
“Belief is man’s greatest tool, Dommik,” she had told him once, in a serious tone. “What do you believe?”
Dommik couldn’t help but cry in the isolation. He didn't believe, he wished. He wished everything could be fair. But the world was cruel, evil and ninety degrees twelve months of the year.
As he got to his bare feet his nose started to burn. Not from the fiery rays of the sun, this sensation felt much different. It was...cold. He looked up and saw a white ball of what looked like cotton slowly drift down from the sky.
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