Wind swept wide arching paths through the sand and rock of the desert, obliterating all traces of life that had passed through. This was of no consequence to one such traveler, who wasn’t the kind to leave footprints anyway. She paused in front of a half-buried obelisk, eyes glinting from beneath her hood.
“Finally . . . after all these years . . .” The figure knelt down, sinking her clawed hands into the sand and scooping away more of the grains to reveal the writing on the structure. According to the glyphs, the box was buried here and she had but to unearth it to claim her prize. Eagerly she began to dig. Within moments, the black lid revealed itself and she clutched at it, slowly pulling it up from its indentation in the rock bed.
So intent was she on her task, Mirage didn’t sense the presence of another being observing her. At least, not until it spoke.
“Why hello there, kitten. Found your lost toy in the sand box?”