Dune Messiah Books Novels & Stories

The sun charred his skin mercilessly with every step he took in the direction of where he felt the hostels were yet, he felt proud of himself. After some minutes, he got to a halt. There were two roads. Ones he hadn't expected. One of the lanes forked leftwards and took a sharp bend like a roundabout while the other went straight and seemed distant. To his sides and behind him were other students. They, too, didn't know which way led to the hostel. After a little more than ten seconds, grumbles and murmurs began to erupt all around him. He felt like he was Moses leading the Israelites to the promised land except that in this situation, he didn't want to.