Nala

Streets crowd and voices can be heard everywhere as people sell and buy items from merchants. Dogs bark in the background and sand is kicked up by the wind. Where am I? Noise drowns out my voice. I whip my head around violently; this is not Mount Olympus. Stop! I command you! A few stare and the rest ignore me. Anger boils in my blood. People attempt to shove me and some yell. Not wishing to travel any further into this hell hole, I run down a darkened alleyway and into a human figure