I knew working in a salt factory was never going to be my best plan. But I was desperate and needed something to get myself out of the massive debt I was in. On my third day, my carelessness got me into the biggest pickle of my life. I missed one of the steps, twisted my ankle and tumbled into the waste pile. I immediately knew I had fallen into my own personal purgatory. Unbeknownst to me, the waste pile was a portal into a desert kingdom. A kingdom who seriously employed a genie. A genie and an assassin.
When I opened my eyes, expecting to see my coworkers to be looking over the railing, trying to figure out how to get me out of the waste. The only thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a camel. A mirage. A dream. Because I couldn’t have really been transported through time? Or a gateway? Or whatever this was. I slowly got to my feet and blinked several times to see if the ocean of sand would disappear. Instead, a tribe of mystery men surrounded me. The men watched as the large caravan behind them trudged slowly on. I risked a glance as to where they were heading as the men motioned for me to follow.
In the sea of light and sand stood a tent. A giant tent. The most impressive and magical tent I had ever seen. I knew my fall from grace and brought me to a new life. A new life in a desert kingdom where I would soon become queen.
Standing Room Only 