It turns out that finding Jesus isn’t as easy as people make it out to be. We started our journey the morning after I’d razed my fields and we immediately found a problem.

Drógar who was apparently the scout, rogue, assassin, smart ass, and all round pain in the ass announced to the party that we were lost. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“What do you mean we are lost? Fincas Nosu is right behind us, look!” I pointed backwards fearing I was being too obvious.

“I know where we are farmer! It still doesn’t change the fact we are lost!”

I looked dumbfounded at the rest of the party and apparently they knew something I didn’t, because none of them looked distressed at the news.

“Could someone please explain to me why we are lost?” I asked as politely as possible. Cora came to my rescue and answered me.

“What the arseling is trying to say, farmer, is that the scriptures say nothing after reaching the north?”

I still didn’t understand what was going on, Alfar decided to come to my rescue next “All the adventurers you’ve met so far have been following some scriptures that were left at an altar were the rift opened. The scriptures talked of the North and said - It is the place of God’s celestial dwelling – “

Alfar was rudely interrupted by Drógar “Some twat named Isaiah apparently wrote that one, there was another sentence pointing towards the north that said from the North “… His glory descends” a bloke named Job said that one.”

Samuela the mute woman was just nodding along at everything being said. One of the men whose name I didn’t know finally said “He is the true king of the North.”

I looked his way and asked “And pray tell who said that?” Drógar took it upon himself to answer. “Some guy named Ezekiel.”

I had heard enough of shitty names.

“Job, Isaiah… fucking Ezekiel!? Who are these people? And anyways there is no mention of the guy named Jesus in anything you’ve said thus far…” Drógar interrupted me as he cleaned some meat from his mouth with one of his swords.

“In another verse it says Jesus is also called God, so whenever you read God it means Jesus… or if you read Holy Ghost it means Jesus, almost anything close to a God in the papers means Jesus.”

Samuela pushed Cora to say the correct verse “Samuela wants me to say it correctly…” Drógar snorted, and Alfar scowled his way.

“But to us there is but one God, the Father, of whom are all things, and we in him; and one Lord Jesus, by whom are all things, and we by him.”

“That’s a lot of hims isn’t it?” I asked Drógar

He just smiled and nodded towards Samuela. “And pray tell who said that one?” I asked her.

She blushed a little and wrote on the floor with a stick. “Corinthians.” I turned to look at the rest of the party, I couldn’t believe this people fell for this crap.

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“Corinthians? Who would even keep that name?”

“I think Corinthians is not a person” offered Drógar. I was still amazed that this people believed all of this.

Alfar shrugged at my discomfort and led the conversation back to the important matters “Regardless if you believe it or not, it is what it is, and we are still lost. So either you help or shut up.”

I seethed from my corner of the camp thinking of the shitty names I’d just heard but I didn’t speak, Alfar was right, we had more pressing issues at the moment. I remembered the adventurers before talking about a mountain a ways north so I offered the information.

“Does that help us Drógar?” Alfar asked the rouge.

“It might.” He looked my way “Do you remember what way they went farmer?”

I remembered the party with the huge man or Tuaren, whatever it was, and showed them on the map that Alfar had produced where Shadow had captured him.

“Then it’s settled, we march towards Nosu Bundok.”

Everyone gathered their belongings, I only had my staff and my olive hidden within my robe so I was one of the first ready to leave. Cora was next to me and ready to leave as well.

“Do you really believe all this nonsense?” I asked the big blonde woman, I hadn’t noticed before but she had a scar under her jaw that went all around her throat.

“I do, Famer, when you’ve seen what we’ve seen you would believe too.” I thought about this for a moment. It was true that information always arrived late to the outskirts of any country and I had already met two gods who didn’t really like me, and I had also seen old man’s Turtle ex-wife as a ghost, that didn’t really look like a ghost.

So I did what I usually do when I don’t know what to do, I shrugged and started walking forwards. Drógar had already started scouting in front of us and whatever awaited us farther north was better than what awaited me farther east.

We made camp that night next to a small crevice on a nearby mountain, the trek had been a tough one for Samuela but going over the mountain was the straightest way towards what seemed to be the other mountain we were looking for.

I decided to sleep a little farther from the fire because I didn’t want to talk to the people there, like I said before, we didn’t talk much in my little town and I was out of practice.

As I fell asleep I saw the slim form of Samuela kneel down outside the crevice were we slept and decided to follow her. I didn’t hide my presences so as to not alarm the woman. She heard me approach and signaled me to sit or kneel next to her, I really didn’t know what she wanted.

“So……” I played with my hands not knowing what to do with them “…is it fun to kneel during the night?”

She gave me a small laugh for my efforts and handed me the papers that held the stories I’d heard before. Samuela pointed at the papers and mimed reading them. She wanted me to read them.

“What? Is there anything about famers?” She laughed again. I liked blondes but this brunette was laughing her way in to my good graces. She shook her head and mimed fishing.

“There’s fishermen?” She nodded her head vigorously. I made a shocked face for her amusement and told her.

“How dare whoever wrote this papers talk about fishermen and not farmers?” She kept on laughing and put a small hand over mine and pointed to a page in the mess of papers. I felt appalled at what I read.

“What do you mean, they talk about fishermen AND carpenters, but no famers?”

She spanked my hand to stop bothering her and encouraged me to read them during the night. I would have to get closer to the fire to read them. If I called upon fire I would probably burn them all. And if it was a pain in the ass talking to people I guessed explaining how I burnt there precious paper wouldn’t be an easier conversation.

I nodded towards Samuela and left for the fireplace with my things and the pieces of paper. I had really liked to see her smile and when she put her hand on mine I felt a little fluttering in my stomach. I would have to reevaluate my love for blondes after this trip.

As I was about to lay on the ground I heard the menacing voice of Alfar say “If you touch her, I’ll kill you.”

On second thought, maybe blondes are the ones for me.

I laid on my back and started reading the story with shitty names. Ezekiel…really?