Over the desert he ran, his muscles straining as he pushed onwards sweat nearly streaming from his flanks. Tonlin recognised the familiar scent on the musty air as he flew over the dunes, correcting his course a little more to the west, one more dune and there it was! The giant’s skull gleaming white on the horizon, a haven for plants and the desert wildlife. The giant’s skull (obviously magical) had sat in the middle of the desert for millennia’s with plants growing on and around it and a refreshing pool of water beside it with a sparse purple grass found nowhere else covering the sand for meters around it. On he went, his body screaming for just one mouthful of the water, but this was not training or a few simple messages that could wait a few minutes while he had a drink, this message was life and death for his king, his family, his friends, his life! It all rested on him and how fast he was, every second counted, for every second death came closer….