My mood had worsened after the news of Cora, real name Kurana Salim, literally meaning Cora of Salim. I was still going to sleep with her, but I wasn’t happy at the homecoming I’d be receiving once we arrived at Azuna.

My family lived there and now I was the lover of a Kings wife, not to mention some gods were trying to take over the world and it didn’t help to find more adventurers when we descended the mountain and we were back to my little village.

“Stop right there!” a man dressed all in black yelled our way. Alfar took the lead “What do you want traveler.” Our giant man yelled back at the obscured one.

“I came looking for the olive farmer, yet there are no fields here.” I again decided to hide behind Alfar’s big frame, being this famous was not making me happy. Alfar ignored the statement from the black dressed man and asked a question of his own “What god guides you?” the dark dressed man gave a sinister smile and dropped his hood. The face of an old man smiled back at us “No god guides me, for I am the Black God of the Navajo and I guide myself”

We looked at the two women with a direct connection to the gods for some information and the blind woman answered us. “He is but an insignificant god, a fire god with no real power.” The god seemed hurt at the words.

“I am not insignificant!” he yelled back a little miffed. He looked straight at me “Hmmm, I see you know Prometheus human. Are you perhaps the farmer?”

I ignored the old man dressed in black and kept standing behind Alfar.

“Come on Kami! Move your ass!” my lover’s hand pushed me to greet the god. “What do you want man?” I asked annoyed.

“Prometheus let me know of your plight and I am here to give you this” He grabbed something from under his cloak and handed it to me. It was a canteen.

“A canteen?” I asked dumfounded

“Not just a canteen mortal, it’s a canteen with endless water.” He gave me a wink “For your tree… we fire gods need to stick together.” He vanished at that instant and I shook the canteen but it seemed empty. I was past not believing things the gods said, if they said this was an endless water canteen, it probably was.

I shrugged my way back to the rear of our party and kept walking. I took out the little bowl with my seed and watered it with the canteen, and just like the Black God had said water poured out.

I couldn’t disturb the seed even though I was hoping it had already sprouted roots but only time would tell if I would get my tree. I grabbed a pot from what used to be my home and I transplanted the seed to a better vessel. I grabbed a back pack, something I should have done since the beginning and put my plant inside it, I would have to walk with care or my tree would never truly grow.

We kept walking and I did something I’d never thought I’d do eleven years ago, I crossed the invisible border of Fincas Nosu on my way back to Azuna, and unlike my first trip to the north I’d be making my trip back accompanied by a lot of people.

That day we walked for hours and I really didn’t want the opportunity to talk with anybody, I was not the happiest of people at the time, so it was with reluctance that I accepted Samuela’s company. At least she was a mute.

“What do you want?” I asked annoyed at her presence. She hit me on the arm with little strength.

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I rubbed my arm where she hit me “What was that for?”

She grabbed a stick and wrote on the ground “For being an asshole.”

“I’m an asshole? Why am I an asshole?” she took the stick again and wrote down “You just are.”

Having a conversation with this woman would take ages so I let her know about it. “Don’t you have any other means of conversation? Writing things down will take forever.” She threw her stick at me exasperated and grabbed my hand.

“Can you hear me?” The most beautiful voice I’d ever heard echoed in my head.

“Yeah I can…” I said soothed by the voice. Then she started berating me.

“How could you go around sleeping with people you’ve just met, weren’t you supposed to be a solitary man. Then you go on a trip with a big titted blonde and sleep with her the first chance you get! I swear I don’t kill you because we need you. I have no idea why Drógar or Alfar haven’t kicked your ass yet. Yeah, Yeah, I can play with fire, I am a fire magician, I can burn gods, wu huu…while you sleep you can’t burn shit. You better be happy I’m a patient woman because If I weren’t you’d be full of bruises by now. And If I see you fucking Cora again I will throw a fit that will be heard by all the gods and their brothers, you hear me farmer! No fucking until I tell you!”

I was silent for some time, I think my brain couldn’t understand what had just happened.

“Ummm….what just happened?” I asked the mute woman in front of me.

“Look you hairless freak, you just heard me, you can’t fuck until I say so and you can only fuck whom I say you can. Alfar answers to me, he is not the leader of this party I am! Drógar answers to me! He is my brother and he is a little piece of shit just like you! Cora was my friend and I helped her escape. If someone is a god here is me! You got that?”

Again my brain couldn’t understand what was happening, what happened to the sweet little brunette woman who made me smile.

“Didn’t you come from a village? Cora said you came from a village!” The little brunette woman became red as my robe.

“I’m going to kick that blonde’s ass, what village fool, I am a princess of Minami, I swear on your future grave that you make me this angry again I will have you killed.”

“What the fuck is happening woman? Who are you?” I couldn’t understand what was happening. Everyone at the camp looked at me funny, I guess no one could hear our conversation but us. I looked at the woman taken aback and closed my eyes to process what had just happened.

“Need help?” I opened one of my eyes and saw Drógar standing in front of me.

“What just happened?”

Drógar took out a bottle he had hidden under his cloak. It looked familiar somehow.

“Man did you take that from my house?” I asked the rogue.

“Well you weren’t using it were you.” I nodded and held out my hand to take a drink.

“I guess you just met the real Samuela.” I nodded between drinks.

“Not what I expected, she swears with the best of them too.” He nodded in agreement.

“Sweet little Samuela is not what you expected, what did she tell you?”

I gave back the bottle and told him what I remembered from the berating. “I guess no fucking for me.”

Drógar shook his head “No fucking for no one, did you read all of the scriptures?” I shook my head.

“There is a part that says you shouldn’t fuck if you are not married.” I opened my mouth in disbelief

“Who says that crap?”

“Jesus” The guy with the shitty name had already screwed my olive fields and now my opportunity to get laid during this trip.

I grabbed the bottle and took another drink “Well at least that makes more sense than her being jealous.”

Drógar laid down on the ground to sleep “Oh she is jealous alright! Why the hell would she care about fucking a farmer I don’t understand, but she is jealous.”

I raised my head to find Samuela sitting next to Cora and guessed she was getting berated as well. I shook my head in disbelief and fell asleep without further questions.

I would miss Cora tonight, even if she was the wife of a King. How did the saying go, if it’s in another village it’s not cheating?