A desert. Borders of Asia.
"Peace."
The professor called standing on the hill he had been assuming since quite the whiles. They had been wandering in that desert over a month and there was no point of life.
There was no trace of life up ahead, behind or by their sides. Things seemed not be working out the way they wanted it.
He had been prepared for it. He knew what he was getting into the first day he started plotting a scheme against the government and he expected his followers to have an idea of their plight too.
He was waiting for them to settle down. Maintaining peace at such period was rather a remote term. Twasnt what it used to be.
Many of the followers had resolved for backsliding. Many of them had pitched their tents in the wilderness, while some had taken it upon themselves to return to Persia or any close country they got to.
