The Caravan of Memory,part,17

Twenty years had passed.The desert kept doing what it had always done, changing the shape of dunes with each season, burying old camps under drifting sand, and showing old caravan routes after strong winds.Kingdoms grew along faraway borders.Others weakened and vanished into history.New merchants came to the trade routes, while old names slowly disappeared from memory.But Narala stayed.The city had become so much a part of the Arabian trade network that many young travelers thought it had always been there.Few remembered a time before its walls.Even fewer remembered the lonely oasis that had stood