The oceans rolled on the beach as the wind blew lightly. Through
a wave a large object could be seen rolling around. A wave broke on the
shore and a head of green hair, followed by a body, rolled onto  the
beach. Her face was pale and wrinkled from being in the water so long.
Her lips were swollen, bluish, and blistered. She looked very weak. Her
eyes opened slowly, the hot sun beating uncomfortably upon her. The hot
sand was slowly being blown over her. Barely conscious of this fact, she
slowly stood up. Her eyes half closed, she stumbled away. She walked for
about a mile, just walking, not thinking about where she was or what was
happening. all she could think about was her large, unquenchable thirst
that had been raging since before she washed ashore.
	Ahead of her was a mountain range. She walked unthinkingly toward
it, for an hour. Finally it was too much for her to bear and she fell on
the hard ground. The grass was itchy. She dragged herself on, crawling.
	Halfway unconscious and nearly dead from heat and dehydration,
she could hardly bear it. She pushed herself forward, and finally,
putting her hand on more bit forward, she stopped.
	Not thinking any intelligible thoughts, she felt her hand grow
wet, nearly soaking. She opened her eyes barely, and looked forward. It
was raining on her hand, but she was totally dry otherwise. She struggled
to her feet, and realized what this meant.
	'Zozo!' her mind registered. Here someone might help her. She
walked into the glorious cold rainy and sunless valley, and sat for a few
minutes, letting herself wake up a little more. Finally she looked
forward, and saw the town was in ruins. She was still too weak to think
about it though. On the ground was a small cup that must have fallen from
somewhere, filled with rainwater. She picked it up and drank deeply of
it. This woke her up more, and though she longed to drink all of it, she
remembered she shouldn't. She continued to explore, and went into a place
marked Cafe.
	It was empty too. There was a little food on the remains of the
table, so she ate what was there. There was a counter by the wall, and
behind it was a small little resting area it seemed. There was a pillow
and blanket, and someone left some clothes there. She peeled her sweaty,
uncomfortable armor off and put these clothes on. This made her feel
better. Then she sat on the small makeshift bed and began to think about
why she was there. It wasn't all to her yet, but she remembered something
about Edgar... He was evil. She... her name was Terra, she thought.
	'Edgar must have done this.' Terra thought. 'Did the people
escape? And why did he?' She wondered. Finally, she lay down to sleep so
she could find a town. Jidoor was nearby, unless that was destroyed too.
She would try there when she felt ready.