The Dust Collector: Woestynn
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Darius has lived on the desert prison planet Woestynn for longer than he wants to remember. His days are dreary, dangerous and dark, collecting ore to supply the prison, to claim his rations of food and hydration tablets. But Darius does not work to pay towards a cell, as other prisoners do. Darius chooses to make a stand alone, out in the desert. Because you can't choose when you die, but you can choose how you die.
E.M McConnell
Eryn was born and raised in Oxford, UK but nowadays lives in South Germany with their young family. They have a great dream to travel and visit all the great mountains and lakes of the world. They are a qualified History and English teacher, working freelance with international students. They write both poetry books and fantasy stories. They have a particular passion for mythology and dragons! They have been writing poetry since they were 16, including Middle-Earth fan poetry that has appeared in the Tolkien Society’s publication, the Amon Hen. They have also appeared in the Music Anthology from the Sweety Cat Press. In addition to writing poetry they study with the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids to be a druid, and are working on two fantasy series. One of which appears to involve steampunk, sky pirates, astral travel and lots of dragons, and the other has a more dystopian bent. If you want to see more of their writing you can find them on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/ErynMcConnell.Writer/ Instagram www.instagram.com/erynmcconnellwriter And Twitter too https://www.twitter.com/mcconnelleryn
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The Dust Collector - E.M McConnell
The Dust Collector
E. M. McConnell
E. M. McConnell
Copyright © 2023 by Eryn McConnell
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This book is dedicated to those who love a good morally grey character.
If you like emotionally complex, good human people who do heinous things, this is the story for you and it is yours.
Greetings, my complex ones.
I see you.
Other Works by the Author
The Sunset Sovereign
King of the Mines
The Guard of Woestynn
Pilgrim
72 Hours
Contents
1.Darius
2.Making Friends
3.Pilgrim
4.The Winds
5.Good at Waiting
6.Three's a Crowd
7.The Crawlers
8.Kail
9.The Cliff People
10.No More Waiting
About the Author
Darius
The storm was rising again. Darius pulled up his wrap, tucking it in closely around his nose. The storm looked like the normal wind but he wasn't taking any precautions, not after watching Jen die last month, his skin flaking into the air. They might not have put anything poisonous in the wind since that day but the Flames were unpredictable. If you wanted to survive, it was best to be cautious.
The wind picked up, swirling brown dust in clouds, tiny raging tornadoes that ripped and scoured the surface. He paid them no heed. The ore spots in this area were sparse, with only a few spots left on the surface – hardly worth scrabbling around for. Prisoners normally left the place alone as a result, preferring the easier pickings elsewhere. It was precisely why he had chosen to settle here when he first arrived in Woestynn.
The wind swept away, moving off towards the deserted mines, leaving the place quiet. He looked towards the mountains, shielding his eyes from the glaring Sun rising in the East. It still looked empty, the vast plains free of movement. It was time to move before the Sun got too high.
Adjusting his pack, Darius reached out to take his staff from its spot against the wall of the hut. He refused to call it home, despite it being where he had lived for longer than he wanted to imagine. It wasn't home, here. It was somewhere you had to live, or endured, until you were released or died. Home had heart in it. Hope. This place had neither.
Stepping out with a determined stride, he found his rhythm. One, two, one, two. It was almost as if he was back in the military again, marching with his fellow soldiers. Except back then, he had a life to live, a purpose.
The plains loomed on his left, great flat desert that seemed to stretch for leagues. He avoided it, keeping to the cool shade of the rocks, walking in shadow. It was quicker to cross the plains directly but the Sun beating down was torturous. It was easier and safer to take the long way, at least in the daytime. But he didn't much care for travelling at night. Not with the damned Crawlers coming out when the Sun went down.
The ground was cracked in places, creating narrow crevices of glassy rock. Darius stepped carefully, despite having walked this way countless times. The way to survive this planet was to always respect it, to never assume that you knew its secrets. He mentally catalogued his surroundings as he walked. Tower Rocks was up ahead. The great pillars of stone were stacked upon each other, almost haphazardly, as if a small child had built towers with their bare hands.
He could see the prison far in the distance, its domed humps distinct under the sun. And behind that was the Cairns, as he called it, the jagged teeth of the red mountains reaching up to the dusty orange sky. It was all so familiar to him now, more real than his old life on Mourn. He could only get snatches now of his home planet, of the fir trees waving in the wind, of the cool grey sky.
Better that way,
he murmured. Mourn is gone. This is where you are. Focus on that, Dar.
He focused. He turned his head, wincing at the angry glare of the sun across the desert, mentally preparing himself for the searing heat later. He breathed out, his eyes logging the distance, planning out his stops.
If he got the timing right he could cover the distance, collect enough ore to pick up his weekly supplies and put something aside. What he put aside the ore for, he did not know sometimes, but it was helpful to have spare for the times of need, for if new metals came in that he could use to reinforce his shelter. Or if he needed some salve or another small necessity.
The guards were familiar with him now, and treated him almost with a geniality. Darius wondered who would be on today, cycling through names, thinking about who was there last.
He growled, shaking the thought off. What was it to him if a certain guard was on? They would not cheat him as they needed the ore, and despite all their best efforts with the winds, they had not managed to wipe out those who flocked to the Mines. They could not send civilians out to collect the ore, and it was still in demand in the wider solar system. He did not know why, and he did not care why. Let them do whatever they wanted. It did not affect him.
Rocks loomed overhead, sharp talons of shadow stretching over the sand. He hugged the rock, feeling the relief of the shade even this early in the morning. It did not matter how long you had been Woestynn's slave, you did not ever get used to her heat. She would boil those dry who