All Chapters of The Illusionist : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

 I ducked immediately as the familair sound of shattering glass springing forth from the wind screen, came dropping around me. I had run out of ammo and yet the battle was still escalating brutally.    My actions were hurried and sharp as I reached for the Carbine shells to reload but then on resuming my counter attack,

"There has to be something," Aliyu voiced again minutes later and I was sure I was already lost, wallowing in the void the blackness created, in a state between sleep and reality, somewhere at the depths of dwam.

Some hours more and it felt like my insides were filled with a bulk of the sand that had been rising gradually. Undoubtedly, the light roughening and scratches on my skin were numberless due to the harshness of the wind and the constant grazing of its particles.

I was frightened and dismayed at all that had just happened, shaken up with a prevalent numbness from the tip of my fingers in anxiety. 'There was no one with me', I repeated the thought with the news shocking and horrifying to myself as the night enshrined the earth with only the stars and the moon illuminating the vicinity like always.&nb

  The sweat mixing with the fresh wound on my head, stimulating another throbbing feel of the intense pain. The tips of my fingers were at the brink with fragmented pieces falling into my eyes, obstructing my vision and inflicting more damage. Everything was against me in the fraction of this second as it was displayed and I could feel my hold slip off but still, I toiled with exertion till the pain in my hand made it known that I couldn't hold on any longer and I let go.

We had descended from the slopes, away from the Rhumsiki while walking beneath the mountains where the shallow caves lay. The area was filled with so much green vegetation and arable lands with trees longer and leaves firmer.

The adrenaline rush produced from the surge of the push had combined with the terrifying feeling of falling to my doom a second time in the space of 24hrs. Along the line, the fall entangled and sheathed us in unbearable dust and sand particles arising from

    The whistle of the Scot pines in obedience to the soft flows of the wind, rising steadily at every second. The hours were lessening and soon this terrifying wind would occupy the whole North, leaving us stuck in the middle of no man's land. 

  NARRATOR'S POV...

A few hours ago...