The Wastelands lay in silence as it had been for over a thousand years. The intense sun smiled wickedly at the flustered little gathering beneath it. They were agitated.
"At least can we know if they're alive?" A flustered Gretel demanded angrily.
"I do not know! I don't!" Reem yelled at Gretel. She had had enough. She was already flustered over the missing people [particularly Anubis]— The last thing she needed was Gretel getting on her nerves. Gretel's eyes flickered in anger. She wasn't going to be calm till she got the type of answer she wanted— that her little brother was safe. Her eyes quickly scanned the flushed faces of the few dwarf and elven soldiers that had survived with them. They were getting impatient and wanted to find their princesses more than anything else.
"Fine!"
