Back south III – Hunting a myth
The sun was already on the sky when Tarnon, Sheila and Kor waved goodbye to the dunnish family. They spent unusual evening, as Gosur and Ferhan surprisingly turned out to be pleasant and entertaining company.
Kor chose next stop to be Lhanuch and they set on the road. They expected to arrive there in two days.
Plusheila was a bit pensive all the morning. Kor noticed, but said nothing for a long time. But then he couldn’t help himself and asked her.
“I’m thinking about your target since I woke up.”
“So?”
“Don’t be angry, okay?“ she said and put her hand on his arm.
He nodded, curious.
“I am beginning to believe that this Sharkey cannot be found nor caught.”
“Are you?”
Sheila shrugged. “Simply realize how much effort you had put into this. So many years - and nothing.”
“Bad luck…?” replied he.
“Bad skill...?” poked Tarnon. Kor indicated a slap, but then only smirked at him.
“No. It only appears as we are hunting a ghost. No, ghosts are real. Hmm… A myth.”
“Sheila…” started Kor, but immediately stopped speaking. It was… astonishing. Bold. Cheeky. But...
“Please consider it. Is it worth our time? There are other problems, and more concrete.“
Only a few times in his life his face changed color a few times within a moment. This was also the case.
„It is not about me, darling.“
There was silence for a while, as Kor tried to sort his thoughts.
„As far as I know, nobody is trying to find this commander, this source of mine - and yours - despair.“
Another minute of silence.
„I feel it is my duty to find him.“
Sheila shrugged. „Maybe it is…“
Damn… I…
But there was a piece of truth in what she said.
He knew it deep inside.
It only needed to emerge.
„Hey, let‘s decide this when we arrive in Lhanuch,” Tarnon closed the topic.
Kor and Sheila both nodded. One was glad inside, the other deep in thoughts.
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