Zafina walked inside her kingdom with the caravan of camels that carried Franco`s friends, he was the only one still in consciousness, he wiped the sweat from his face and used his palm as a cover from the sun. The camels came to a stop next to the yellow wall that had a stable built just for them. Zafina came down from the camel as Franco followed after her.
“What`s going to happen to my friends?” he asked.
“Don`t worry they are going to be fine,” Zafina assured him. “Come on then, we`ve got a lot to talk about,” Franco followed Zafina as she moved toward the town`s square that was the busiest place of the city. People from all around were strolling about on the brown sand, almost every one of them wore a turban on their head with a different color, The bazaar that was
