Layla ans Baraq stood on the high cliff in the southern parts of of a place currently named as UAE.

Earlier in Layla's house when they both exited Layla's room, they saw Nazreena sitting on the sofa. Her never ending glamor shining brighter than the day, as the couple moved forward and nodded at the princess.

"We are ready," they announced the words making Hafsa glance at Nazreena as she stood up.

"From here, your destiny lies in your hands."

Bara and Layla shared a brief glance as they nodded their heads understanding the grave reality of their situation. They were at the point of their plan, from where backing out wasn't even considered.

Black smoke of Za'al wavered into the air as they all moved forward and stood facing each other forming a circle.

Fear slowly crumpled Layla's flickering hope as they telephorted into Southern Desert, which was nearest place to Qamaristan.

Nazreena's blue eyes narrowed on the dunes, while Layla's blank mind suddenly woke up with her never ending thoughts.

Baraq assessed the area trying to locate any magic but felt none.

"Here," Hafsa passed a clothed pouch to Nazreena who carried it towards the Baraq and Layla.

"This is the book of the story of Hala. Darwish said, we needed this as in the form of map."

Uncertainty shone in Baraq's eyes as he slowly raised his hands to take the pouch. His finger took the hold of the velvety blue cloth as he lifted it up and suddenly sparkly dust from inside the pouch started to flicker around them.

"Ameer Al-Sehr, how can this servant help you?" The book jumped out of the pouch scaring them and asked.

Their eyes widened looking at the talking book and then Layla nudged him to ask about Qamaristan.

"Where is Qamaristan?" He queried making the book fly out from his hand, and fly around his head.

"The Land of Magic lies where the magic stop working."

With those words the book stopped flying, making Baraq inside the pouch to find a letter.

"The Magical book can only answer one question for one hour. It's magic is limited." He read aloud the neatly scribbled handwriting of Darwish making Layla groan, "now how do we know where the magic stops working, so far I can only see these dunes."

"We are going to die." Hafsa muttered, killing the tiniest bit hope of Layla.
"Hafsa," Nazreena called her out in warning making her throw her hands in the air.

"Do you really think we could get out of that place alive?" She questioned with her wide eyes.

"Or can't you see we are in the middle of the desert. There is no help around us. What are we gonna do? Walk alone? In this big desert? Are you serious? Cause I am. And whatever you do, I am not walking on this place." Hafsa rambled out.

Pointing out flaws of their plan.

"We don't even have horses." She muttered making Nazreena let out a breath and Layla freak out. Her thoughts were getting best of her.

"We can try." Baraq suggested, looking at Layla's face, which was forming into the features of cry.

"Yeah, try and then be dead. Just think about it. If we die here, nobody, will come to look for us, and our bodies will decay with time. We won't even get the land to be buried or worse some animals will eat us." Hafsa again rambled out her eyes wide with frantic as she gasped for air.

Before serving Nazreena, Hafsa was a village girl. She just had a one dream, which was to travel places. Out of her village and her that dream was slowly turning into nightmare, she never thought she would have to travel in places where humans were not aloud.

"e need to start moving. This book will guide us along the way. Baraq, if you ever sense an unusual energy around you, try teleporting. If you find yourself unable to, it will be our sign, we'll know we've arrived at Qamaristan."

Nazreena announced her wise words making Baraq nod his head and turn to look around themselves.

"Now, that we know we have to walk. Which direction should we chose?" He questioned back to Nazreena making her look around, too.

"I am not capable to answer that question. The book will say it." Nazreena replied making Layla nod on her words and Hafsa took in a shuddering breath.

"I am telling you we all are going to die."
"Then we have to wait an hour for book to have it's magic back?" Ignoring Hafsa, Baraq questioned making Nazreena nod in positive atbhis question.

"I have a wrist watch." Layla announced, feeling proud on becoming a little useful for their mission.

"What time was it when we arrived here?"

"Seven past fifteen in the morning." She replied back recalling the time.

"What time is it now?"

Baraq questioned leaning on her wrist to have a look on the watch.

"It's seven forty right now." She replied back reading the time.

Baraq was astonished seeing the small needles working. If anyone thought that Baraq was great at languages and many other things just because he time traveled. Then they were wrong, the only one thing Baraq couldn't learn was telling time.

It was something about the needles which confused him.

"Then we must sit, here." Nazreena announced sitting down the on hot sand and playing with it.

"And wait for death, because apparently we don't have the correct direction so that we can meet death. But I am sure, now or then we will meet it. Haha." Sayimg she settled beside Hafsa, her eyes fearfully glancing at the hot dunes.

Baraq, Nazreena and Hafsa lived in Arabiya lands. They have practiced sitting on the hot dunes, and the current hotness was nothing compared to the hotness of the noon.

Layla fumbled with her hands feeling the hot sand grazing her palms. It was too hot for, and she began sweating. Seeing this, Baraq nudged her, getting her attention and patted his lap.

Making her cheeks go red, and she was blessed for the niqab she was wearing.

"No," she denied, but the next moment she stumbled as Bara held her arm firmly and pulled her in his lap. Her head hitting his shoulder making her wince.

"Leave me. What will they think about?" Layla hissed at him, though the corners of her lips twitched.

"Trust us Layla, we have more other things to think about." Nazreena said, gazing far into the dunes.

"And currently my mind is full of death scenarios. What if I suddenly fell limp and you all will think I am being dramatic." Hafsa complained, her eyes full of tears.

"Well, you are being dramatic." Nazreena snickered making Hafsa's mind divert from death and argue with her.