Chapter EighteenThe transport coasted over the sand, the three passengers were busy doing their best to make sure nothing was coming after them. For the first hour everything was quiet. “So, a century ago. Did people really fight and die over all this sand?” Jenny asked. Zozo nodded. “Yeah, all over the world they fought in the Outside. It was a big ordeal, but we should focus on the swirling column of sand behind us,” Zozo said a little too casually.
Jenny looked and sure enough it was a twisting, tall and horrible line of sand that seemed to be alive as it chased them down. “What is it?” she asked, swearing that she could see eyes in the storm, if that's what it was.
“The old nomads call them Jinn, some call them Genies, others think they are just air elementals that went insane,” Zozo
