After splitting with Vi, Colt and I walked down the gravel path. As we walked the terrain slowly became more barren. The green plains spotted with trees turning into dried dirt and dead twigs. 

heat beat down on my eyes as I squint, trying to see through the haze. "We've been walking for two days. Didn't you say we'd be there by now," I grumbled. The trip hadn't been so bad for the first day an a half. Heck, even the other half of the second day wasn't too bad. Even though we passed the greenery it was night so the heat didn't change very much.

"It should be just above that hill" Said Colt. I could tell the heat was beginning to weigh on him. He had stopped admiring the views and sped up. Not that I'm complaining. 

Slowly, we drudged up and over the hill. Finally, like water in the desert, I saw it. There sat the village, like a mirage or an oasis. nestled up right beside the mountain was a group of buildings, green woods wrapping around its edge.

"Finally!" I cheered, rushing down the slope, Colt at my heels.

When we walked into town I was a little shocked. It was bustling. The crowd made it feel like we were back in Sidao. 

"Come get your drinks!" yelled tall man, tossing a sign into the air. "Best drinks on this half of Jebel!" he called out, twirling the sign which I could now tell was a slightly misshapen bottle.

"Let's check out that place," 

Colt just looked at me, his tired and annoyed face giving all the reply I needed. So we headed into the bar!

"We shouldn't be in here" mumbled Colt

"But we needed some water at least." 

"Did you see the way they looked at us when you asked for water," moped Colt "Just cause it's called a watering hole doesn't mean you should buy water." 

"You just drink your water and I'll ask about the twins" I replied, "Besides being around you when you're like this is too draining." 

Leaving Colt to his drinking I went to the bar. Maybe coming to a bar for information didn't sound like the best idea but that's what they do in all the books I've read. 

"Sir!" I called the bartender. "Do you happen to know where some twins might be? About my age, names Lucy and Lana?" 

As the words left my mouth the whole bar went silent. But only for a moment, Cause then the place was erupting with laughter. What had I said that was so funny? 

"John! Some kid wants to know where your girls are!" yelled the bartender. From the back came an old burly man a lit cigarette held in one hand, a nearly empty bottle in the other.  

"They're in the woods out back" he replied through swallows. "Maybe some hunters can finally kill them."