A Cursed Bracelet

It was quite early in the evening, the sun was up, the sky was clear blue, and the environment was just as it was every other day in the vast desert, quite horrible, who would find the desert amusing? It was overly hot as the heat was enough to burn the human skin, even the sand was burning hot, and it was as if the sun was directly staring specifically at the desert. There were nearly endless rows of sand going on and on, further and further, almost nonstop, there was only sand, nothing, nothing could be seen in the distance, it was isolated, there were no structures, no ones nothing in general, it was like swimming an endless empty ocean all alone without a boat, horrible, almost like roaming the likes of absolute hell. Somewhere underground in the desert, in a temple, a large yet advanced secured temple, stood someone, a child to be specific, a white-haired boy, Xavier.