Chapter-92

A strong wind from the unknown land waved her hair and dress. It had a strong smell that overwhelmed her months ago. It was jasmine. But in this land, it was different. It had a faint smell of blood blended in. She followed the horse neigh and moved forward. The smell of blood thickened. The path was wet and had big oak and nutmeg trees in its way. The path seemed to be habituated but now it's deserted. She couldn't infer her appearance in that strange place nor about others who left her here. The place seemed to be a maze for her with no intervening paths and the horses seemed to be her only clue. As she progressed, she could feel a sense of nostalgia whose origin she was unaware of. The number of horses seemed to be increasing and she felt the presence of a mob. She rushed in that direction but the destination seemed to be endless. She was slowly draining her energy as well as her optimism. Amanya dimly starts to accept the harsh reality before her; she is lost. Lost in an unknown w