The empress shook her head, fretting the dangers of this reality.

  " If they don't know what's good or bad how do they live that long?" She asked with a curious look.

  "They don't. It depends on each one but most don't make it past their hundredth year."

" No way." Ralvania stated.

  " Yes. Some make it to thirty some seventy. "

"That's just insanity."

  " Yes it is. Have you rested enough?"

  " I think so yes."
 
  They left the barn and continued on through the endless desert. As they walked through the desolate land the empress looked up to the skies.

  "Is that a Phoenix up there?"

" A vulture."

" Why is it circling the sky? Is it doing a ritual?"

  " No magic. It's circling a dead creature. That's what it eats."

  "When will it turn into a zombie?"

  " It won't turn into anything but a fed bird."

" I don't get this dimension at all." The empress told her.

" Give it time."
 
  Ralvania didn't like the sound of that.