Personal Narrative On The Rover

Today was the day. Today was the day that the rover was meant to land. The team and I were patiently waiting until the rover was close enough to destroy it. “Let me, I can take care of it” I yelled over my shoulder as I was walking past the group members. I twirled my knife, silently standing and waiting until the rover was in range. Finally some fun on this dust bucket. I let the knives go, perfectly slicing through the parachute cords so it let go of the rover even sooner. Whoops of excitement passed through the air, as we expressed our joy in destroying the rover. As I was walking back to camp, I found solace in the silence, kicking the dust up as I walked. I could see the camp coming into view. I then thought of the song my mom used to

Because we don't have enough money for food and the rooms and the sand riders or good weapons for that matter, all we have are our knives and discs from before.” he nodded in response. We had walked around the town for hours it seems, but we knew it was less than that. I faintly could see the outline of the sand riders, tapping his shoulder and pointing them out to him he nodded. We started to make our way over, then realizing that the same raiders from earlier were over there. “Pull up your hood, and act like you don't know them.” I whispered to Cas. Trying to pull up my hood without drawing too much attention to myself , I remembered the voice boxes we are required to carry on us, pointing it out to him we turned them on making them make us speak a native language of the man who ran the shop. “Hello we are wondering what you would have on hand for sand riders?” “Ah yes, Sand riders, we have plenty come i'll show you two the perfect set.” “Well, we only have enough for one do you have any of the multiple passenger ones on hand?” “That would be a no my dear…” Cas and I looked at one another in shock not thinking that would happen, we looked at each other nodding knowing what we would have to do.

Pick up speed! Sand storm coming up behind us!” I yelled out, seeing the swirling red dust in the air that all feared. I think he could tell I was panicking because of my grip tightening on him immensely. He started to shout about something that I couldn’t hear, but I saw him pointing in the distance our home, I grabbed the horn from his belt blowing it as loud as I could over the sand so that the gaits men could hear it. We saw the gaits opening for us and people running out to grab us and bring us inside, but because of my fear of sandstorms I still hadn't let go of him yet. People in our village knowing my past let me stay where I was out of fear of me lashing out. I could hear him talking with the other commanders about the sand storm we spotted coming our way so the villagers could prepare