The man who touched my hand was a Stern looking man. He was about fifty and had a patch of grey hair at the centre of his head. Behind him stood three young men. One of them looked so much like Zen and for a moment, I wondered if he was the one. I stood at ease when I saw he was a native. For the umpth time, I wondered where I was. I seemed to be asking myself that question a lot these days. What can I say? The world has its mysteries and I am just getting getting to feel them.
" It has been a long time since these lands experienced Ztafa magic. I did not know it was back."
The man said.
"It isn't. It's a long story. But before I tell you, I need to know. Are you a foe or a friend?"
"Would you have defended me if I was a foe?"
" I defended you because I saw him in trouble."
I pointe
