CHAPTER 129: LUCID DREAMS

A lot of people queued up in a straight line. Soldiers stood at the sides of the long queue equipped with whips, which they used on people who had fallen weak on the journey. The queue was long as it had a vague beginning and a definite end. Everyone in the queue was held prisoner as they had shackles on their feet and wrists. The journey was slow and unending. Among the crowd of people was Drakon. He wore a shredded robe, and his muscular frame grew leaner. He trailed along carefully, still trying to ascertain where he was. It was like something he had never seen before. "Move this way," one of the soldiers walked up to Drakon, directing him to step out of the line. Drakon stepped out and followed the soldier. Drakon's face was swollen up by severe beatings on the face. They both walked alone while the queue progressed. Together, they walked into a courtyard. Drakon was still trying to understand what was happening when he was whipped in the back. The pain he felt afterwards was