The Desert Guardian

A mysterious figure in wide, tattered robes has been seen by many a lost wanderer in the desert. Still and silent he appears on a dune, a mounted silhouette, a black shadow against the relentless sun, his cloak billowing in the hot wind.
Always he seems to muster the desperate strugglers beneath him. Then, slowly, he raises his arm and points in a direction. Turning, his steed will begin to trot through the desert, its hooves leaving no trace in the soft sand.

Few dare approach him, but those rare few who did, say he simply vanished like a desert mirage, never to be seen again. But if one follows him from a distance, he will lead the way - be it to the nearest settlement or oasis.

Many a soul own their life to this unknown rider, and yet no one knows anything about him. Some say he is a ghost, cursed to wander the desert for all eternity. Still others believe he is a messenger from the gods, sent to guide the lost. Nobody knows - he is a phantom of the desert, a guardian of the lost, a whisper in the wind.