What is this feeling? It feels like leather being rubbed against my face.
As I slowly open my eyes, I see it standing in front of me. A camel? It is his. His camel.
His corpse is still lying there, and I don't even feel bad about what I have done.I have to, after all.
I rise slowly and inspect the body. He has some dirty coins, which I take—along with his clothes. I put them on, and they reflect the sun surprisingly well. I feel much better; the heat won't hurt me as much anymore.
The camel keeps watching me as I loot the man's belongings.
Dirty coins, his clothes, his scimitar, and some dates.I stuff everything into the pockets of the robe I have just stolen and look more closely at the corpse.
His skin… it is much darker than mine.Mine looks different. It has no color at all.
The camel keeps coming closer and closer, and it starts to get on my nerves.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Right… I forget. I can't talk to an animal.
He keeps staring at my pockets, so I throw the dates on the ground for him to eat and walk away.
The heat is much more bearable now, and with his shoes, I can walk even faster across the sand than before.
After some time, I notice that the camel is following me.I take out my scimitar to threaten him, but he still doesn't go away.So I use him—as an even better way to travel across this country.
I want to understand things, so I have no other choice but to use whatever I can.
but still... "Who am i?"