The Reincarnated Heir Becomes A General

THE PRAYING MANTIS

I like to think that surviving the road to Plateaea was only successful for one reason.

My camel.

We were roaming terrain that had once been buzzing cities now long forgotten and covered in sand, which my camel navigated with patience. I was spare with my water, and tried to preserve it in the best way I could for my camel, but the animal was resilient and needed no water.

Also, those are days when loneliness got the better of me.

Maia was a companion, but not the best one, especially when it came to fun. I liked her, but I wished she was funnier.

We journeyed through the desert for a whole week, riding on my camel as it walked the way. This was when a few funny things happened, which I doubt that I can forget.

First was a sandstorm that blew hard on the second night, and without a place to stay to block the storm, I could only stay close to my camel, who appeared to be well adapted to the scenario. I covered my head in my hood and buried myself in the sand where it lay to avoid any i