He was leading us, the General. He might look like a weed, but I know he has inner strength of the Gods.
The road has taken a turn for the worst; the once smooth landscape has transformed into desolate wasteland, and the water is running low.
I am beginning to wonder at the reason, question my unfathomable trust in the General.
But then I remember the treasures ahead, and my energy is renewed.
We are 21, a group of old, young, tall, short, men, women, all in search for the same thing. Change.
Hours passed and the yellow and bland faded orange of the harshly monotonal desert we had been crossing for all this time finally began to grant us some diversity. The first I noticed of this change was as I was watching my feet pull me forward lethargically.
We as a troupe were not the only things living here; the whole desert was alive. Even the sand seemed to be rushing past me as my eyes swung in and out of focus, carefully pulling into recognition my fading concentration.
It became apparent that this smudge of orangey beige that had met my gaze for the best part of 4 hours, and that had been the landscape of my life so far, was now, at last, inhabiting green. The reason for this didn't hit me for a few minutes, but when it did, it came with excitement.
'Food?' I whispered - more to myself. A few people heard my plea, and they began to realise too.
I raised my sun baked head, and there it was, but a speck in the distance. Pristine, the greenery shocked me. I had never seen such shades of magnificence in my meagre years of existence.
The general looked pleased but concerned, I guessed it was at the distance. Would we last that long? Who knew? But we would not give up, not now.
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