Two Eyes Cenote they said you ain't welcome 'round here anymore

Adaliah’s legs wobbled, and she cursed the weakness. She slid down to a sit, graciously taking the shoulder to lean on. A sore throat tried to swallow, but her throat only clicked in response to the motion.

Adaliah. Came the wheezy rattle her voice had become. The horizon shimmered with heat, the sun a great, golden lioness against the branch of the distant horizon.

Adaliah Serah. I come from the south. The footfalls she had left in her wake had finally become free of blood from the pools of it her people had become. The others, those that didn’t run, had been “freed” by death. 

From a place that no longer breathes. If it did, it was not her home. Not anymore.