After a while of riding across the African nation of Sahara on camels, Morpheus, Beletrix, and Magnus came to a halt outside a desserted little town. The town was dry and the land was turning to a desert. There was an african man alone leaving with a camel.
"Excuse me," Morpheus said. "Where is everybody?"
"Gone," he replied. "Every since the evil one came to Africa, everything is going bad. This used to be a place where an ocean danced by. The Nile extended its reach to us. Now it is a desert. Under the sign of Pisces it has always been furtile but now our town has died. I fear soon the nation of Sahara will be no more."
"We are going to stop it," Morpheus said
"Have luck trying. His castle is in a volcanic mountain in Ethiopia. It is continually guarded by a dragon, a demon stallion and a mare."
Morpheus smiled. He looked at Magnus and Beletrix. They looked at him doubtful.
