TWO

Killian shook his head. "No, look. Ynant, we'll most likely get lost. See those little valleys in between the ridges? You can get turned around down there. Could take us three days, or else we'll never make it and they'll find our bones years from now."


Ynant wanted to say something, but finally nodded. "Okay. We'll go back and get some more reliable adult to come with us."


The young sandback seemed a little surprised and pleased to be heading home again. It was already imagining the fodder, the full water trough, the nuzzling it would receive from its siblings.


Killian plodded back along their course, crestfallen. Even though he had talked Ynant into turning around, he felt that perhaps they'd missed out on a great adventure. Ynant was subdued, too. Neither of them said a word until the camp came into view once more.


Gulzing had been right about one thing: the water crisis was getting worse, and yet digging wells didn't seem to be the whole answer. Each well that was dug gave less and less water. If only Killian could have found that lost city in the desert! Would he ever get another chance?




THE END


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