The desert is the only place anyone has ever known—the heavy warmth of the sun and the dry air are seemingly forever.

It's only a question as to what could be out there–and the peoples of the desert have made up tales as answers. There is a tale of a large fertile Oasis with abundant fruits and water hidden nearby; it shows itself to those who dare trek through the unforgiving desert sands. Many people have tried to prove the tale, and many have not returned. The tale is nowadays only a tradition that the older folks tell–hardly anyone believes it, even the children with their creative imaginations seem to find it boring.

That was not the case for me. Every time I heard that legend, I would dream of fresh running water and fruit. No more sand, no more hot, dry air–even the sun would be more bearable. I knew that someday I would go out and find the Oasis to live out my dreams of having eternal food and water. The chiefs of the desert peoples usually forbid leaving the encampments, and I knew the chief of my encampment would not be too happy if another soul was lost to the sand. But, I couldn't have a care in the world about what some old guys think.

I'm going to prove to them that I can find the Eternal Oasis, even if I risk the loss of everything I have ever known. I'm going to prove to them all.