roared down the road, blurring the browns of the desert into a swirling mass of muddy soup. Celia had never traveled this fast before, and she wasn’t even sure if they were still in the ground. She looked down and saw the desert slowly slinking away beneath them. They were definitely not on the ground. “What is your land like? I bet it’s beautiful with lots of big trees and lush meadows. Crazy waterfalls, even!” she shouted out, trying to avoid looking at the ground. “It is actually a desert,” Abdul said, hitting the gas and making the bike lurch forward even faster. “WHAT?!” she screamed over the roaring wind. “You’ll like it!” Abdul shouted back, squeezing one of her hands with his own. Even with the wind rushing around them, his voice sounded like it was right in her ear. With that, Celia found herself starting on her greatest adventure. The daughter of Viento Frio, so long shackled to that dusty town, was finally free. After yelling at Abdul for not disclosing they were going to yet another desert, she settled into the seat and looked out at the vast sands of her home state as they flew off. It was perhaps the recklessness of youth, but she felt prepared to take on anything that day. She felt like she was finally starting on the adventure she was always meant to take. The fact that the adventure included a hot genie and a flying motorcycle was certainly unexpected, but she wasn’t going to question it. She decided just to enjoy the ride.