ooc: Okay yes it says "random" on the title, but if I'm gonna be fighting anyone, make sure you make decently long, very descriptive posts.

ic: The desert, a place full of nothing but gritty sand. The ground, nothing but it. Every day, the reddish-yellow sun blazed over the land, burning it and creating almost unbearable heats. How anyone could live their entire lives there with no mental, emotional, or physical injuries was a thought that not even the greatest scholars in Hyrules could comprehend or make a logical answer to. Nevertheless though, people still could survive there, and one was at the moment.

Deep within the vast desert, there was a large stone structure. It had been built hundreds of years ago uring the past, by actual people who could survive in the Haunted Wasteland. The people called the Gerudo, a tribe of female warrioressess. This structure was not the Spirit Temple, but something different. At the top was a carved cobra, with its mouth open and its fangs sticking out. This was the tomb of dead Gerudo leaders, and no dared go into it, knowing they may have a chance of joining the dead females. One warrior did though, and he was in there at that moment.

It was Vaarshola, the mystical, mysterious advisor and most trusted warrior of Princess Sephia in the land of Herlassia to the north of Hyrule. He sat atop on of the stone rafters in the main entrance hall of the tomb, mediatating and wtaching as a horrid sandstorm raged on outside. The winds blew sand so terribly taht you couldn't even see the sun. In fact, it wasn't even shining today at all. Vaarshola had traveled through that storm not more than an hour or two ago, he ahd been looking for a place to relax, and somewhere where he could find another victim. He found the tomb, marked by the stone cobra at the top, and decided to wait inside for someone. A normal person wouldn't even dare go into there, and even if he did, he knew he'd never get a warrior to come here, and simply leave after a few hours. But Vaarshola knew someone was coming, and as he sat, he could see a slightly dark figure trodding through the storm. A wicked grin slowly grew upon his face, and as the person began getting closer and closer to the gigantic tomb, he jumped from the stone rafters, and garcefully landed on the floor with both feet.

" Well well, who do we have here?" he inquired in his mind.