There’s A Nice Soul In Everyone
Sand dunes as high as mountains stood amongst the ancient desert. Violently winds whipped up sand storms that battered against the entrances of the sand people's homes.
Elsewhere in the desert were the Egyptian soldiers with their golden armour, swords and shields as hard as bedrock. The soldiers were known for their incredible strength and determination.
The soldiers would travel the desert to collect resources keeping an eye out for the sand people. The soldiers knew that if they ran into them they would steal their supplies and leave them alone with nothing.
One day the king announced that soldier 142 had to set out for supplies. The soldiers had to do what the king said so he set out into the desert for supplies. The soldier got out in the desert and found what he needed but as he was turning round he saw the sand people coming home. Before he knew it the sand people were right in front of him. They circled round him and stole his supplies and killed his horse.
The only hope the soldier had was for a sand storm to take him away to a better place. He walked in a straight line for hours on end with the sand people looking down on him like owls at night, they laughed at him with no care but there was one that felt bad for him. He tried to tell the others that they were wrong to steal from the soldiers but they just laughed at him even louder.
The sand person followed the soldier into the desert. Hearing footsteps behind him the soldier turned around. The soldier thought the sand person was going to kill him but the sand person instead held out some water and bread.
The sand person pointed the soldier to the direction of his kingdom and wished him well on his journey. The soldier knew the sand person had risked his life to help him and had with a small act of kindness had probably saved his life.