Chapter Four The Token TowerAs the sun reached the middle of the sky, their steps began to slow, but they kept going. Every so often Mai would check on Barka, who was resting in her pocket. Thankfully he was still breathing. The haze made the dunes move and the horizon wobble. Mai felt her waist tie begin to slap against her side. In the distance, large thunderhead clouds were gathering and the wind was picking up. She felt the fear stirring inside her. A sandstorm was on its way. If they didn’t reach the token tower before the sandstorm hit, well, it wouldn’t work out very good for them. Finding protection from the wind-propelled sand and suffocating cloud was all she could think about.
‘Can’t we rest?’ Long asked miserably. He stuck out his tongue and breathed like an animal trying to c
