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The note rested heavily in Logan's hand. He had failed again and been pushed into the past. He'd fought one of the Kino Three, a fighter superior to anyone he remembered fighting, gathering the confidence from somewhere unknown and easily using fighting moves he didn't remember learning. But still, he'd lost.

Logan still couldn't understand why the note begged him to return The Crystal Sword, why The Kino Three had then refused to take it back, why he'd been placed out here of all places. Then there were the weird, but what felt like, very real dreams and memories he'd had lately.

As the sand swirled around Logan's feet, he read the faded note another time. Its warnings had happened but there was something about this note he was forgetting. Something important, at the edge of his muddled memories, that still hadn't come forward. A memory that would hopefully change the dire situation they had found themselves in. Something that would actually get them back home.

Logan wakes up in his sleeping bag with a sore head and even more strange memories crowding his mind. He steps from the tent to find he's back at the survival campsite, but they're not in rural New Zealand anymore. The rolling hills replaced by towering sand dunes on every side. The shock wears off quickly as their desperate situation sets in. With little water and the harsh sun and flying sand burning their skin, they will have to find help fast or at least a way out of the desert.

What Logan finds across the endless sand might be their only hope, but it also stirs memories which can't be true. And if they are true, Logan has failed and has a long road ahead of him to set it right. Because once they are out of the desert, what will they do next?

A time travel adventure, where every choice is weighed against their survival in the harshest place they have ended up in so far.

Human crafted and written.