The desert wind was blowing, making the sand dance about. It was hot, but that didn't seem to bother the creature moving through. It was 6 feet tall, and wore a cloak around it. A Hollow, for, what else would be in this desert? It walked, aimlessly, until it saw a cave. It moved towards it. There might be food there.

The bodies lay on the floor. It was eating them. The hunger would not be appeased by these. They were Gillians. It would move again. But it rested there. Perhaps the sun had effected it. Perhaps not. For now, it just stared out, never moving from it's silent vigil. It knew it would move. The hunger craved blood, but this was peaceful. It seemed to like this. It clutched over, as memories poured into it's mind. It used the hunger to push them out. It never wanted to remember again.

Oh, how wrong it was to think memories aren't power