
Shifting Sands 2Jack whirled around to face the newcomer, more than unsettled that, in the large expanse of sand and nothing, he hadnt seen any kind of clue as to the mans approach.Shifting Sands 2 by ~CrystallicSky
The man himself, possibly in his late 30s, was even more unsettling than his sudden entrance, mainly because of the air of power he held. His chesnut-brown hair was long, tied in the back while his shaggy bangs hung in his eyes, this saying nothing of the two long strands that were draped over his strong shoulders from either side of his head. Just at his hairline was a golden band reminiscent of a crown, which, by the look of his attire, was fitting enough; he wore

Shifting Sands 1One sentence. That was all it was, really: one tiny, insignificant utterance that shouldnt have had any impact at all. But nonetheless, it was that one little statement that both ruined and began the life of Jack Spicer.Shifting Sands 1 by ~CrystallicSky
It had started as an otherwise ordinary day, and Jack had been entirely unaware that it would be one that he would remember as the last day of his old life. A new Wu had activated itself in the middle of the Sahara Desert sometime around late afternoon, which alone was enough to annoy the teenager; after all, as a gothic albino, such sun and heat were some of his worst enemies, and Jack made the effort to avoid the bot