Voice In The Wind - A

Elias looked back at his fading footprints, already being erased by the gale. He looked forward, where the horizon shimmered with the impossible green of palm fronds.

"I have nothing left to give," Elias rasped, kneeling as his legs finally buckled. A Voice In The Wind

Elias had been warned never to answer the wind, but after three days of searching for the lost oasis, his canteen was a hollow drum and his resolve was thinning. The gale that swept off the dunes didn’t howl—it spoke. It hummed in the cadence of his mother’s lullabies and the sharp, rhythmic whistle of his father’s workshop. "Elias..." Elias looked back at his fading footprints, already