THAT ONE STRANGE GUY WHO SUDDENLY TURNED UP TELLING WEIRD STORIES ABOUT MOHAWKS
Deep within a dark forest, the Seeker sits alone on a bench [https://img.wattpad.com/b43597ecf2dfaa271b10a3198cf145dedbb6f35a/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f72765947676273797067445359673d3d2d313339393934383136332e313739613135333330383664326533313433383631303034373635302e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Deep within a dark forest, the Seeker sits alone on a bench. He has been waiting there, since a very long time. His absent gaze, staring into the nothingness, is suddenly interrupted, as he hears a familiar voice:
"I'm sorry for taking this long," speaks the mysterious stranger with a calm voice.
"Do I happen to know you," asks the Seeker confused. Their head remains unmoved.
"No,"the mysterious stranger chuckles. "But it's about time. Do you mind, if I sit right next to you?"
The Seeker keeps their stare undeterred. "I have reserved this spot for someone else. Find yourself a different bench."
Despite the Seekers request, the mysterious stranger places himself next to them.
"Why are you even asking, if you sit down anyway," sighs the Seeker with a puzzled face.
The mysterious stranger clears his throat: "Have you ever heard the story of the sick man, searching for a healer with a mohawk?"
"No...Like... What even is this question? And why are you still sitting here... Get the Fuck away from here... This is my bench!"
"There was a man who was suffering," begins the mysterious stranger his monologue undeterred.
"He longed for a cure, so he consulted an oracle. 'Look for the healer, who wears a mohawk hairstyle,' said the oracle. 'He alone will be able to heal you.'
So the Sick Man went out, looking for the healer with the Mohawk [https://img.wattpad.com/3c8144be9666931f7c0aac59c7106908eeec835d/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a506c415f7170507556385f51673d3d2d313339393934383136332e313739613135336637666461396564383137343235363235333736332e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
So the Sick Man went out, looking for the healer with the mohawk. He visited every village, searched under every stone and looked behind every tree. But nowhere did he find the healer with a mohawk. Years passed and one day he heard of a hermit on a mountain who could cure any disease. No one knew what he looked like and the Sick Man hoped the hermit wore a mohawk. So he climbed the mountain and found the hermit in a lonely hut. When the sick man saw the hermit, he was disappointed because they turned out to be bald. The hermit asked the sick man why he had undertaken the arduous journey. The sick man told him about his suffering, about the oracle and his long search.
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'I know where you will find the one who can heal you,' said the hermit. 'But my wisdom comes at a price. My head is bald and at night it gets cold up here. Donate me some of your hair and I will show you the way.'
The sick man was willing to pay any price, so he allowed the hermit to cut his hair. The hermit shaved the patient's hair on the left and right sides. However he did not touch the hair in the middle.
'Now go to the fish pond over there,' spoke the hermit. 'There you will find the one who can heal you.'
The sick man could hardly wait. He ran to the pond and looked into the reflecting water. Finally, he found the one wearing a mohawk.
'Can you free me from my suffering,' he asked the fish in the water."
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The Seeker remains unmoved. "Ok... Very funny joke... Will you leave now?"
"Let me ask you, dear Seeker... How far did you ever get by waiting?"
For a moment the Seeker is lost in thought. When did they tell the stranger their name? They shake their head:
"I'm waiting for a teacher, who will show me the path. So get lost... I don't have time for your silly shenanigans."
Suddenly the stranger burst out in laughter. After noticing, that the Seeker doesn't join his laughter, his face turns serious: "Wait... You are actually serious, aren't you? I'm sorry to break it to you, but this teacher you are waiting for, will never come."
"You can't know this for sure," argues the Seeker offended. "My teacher could arrive any minute now."
"Why do you need a teacher to lead you on your path," questions the mysterious stranger . "It's your life, it's your path, it's your journey. Which teacher knows you so well, that they can navigate you?"
The Seeker grins condescendingly. "You can't fool me. I can see right through you. You will now be telling me, that you are the teacher, I have been waiting for. I am not falling for any of these tricks!"
The mysterious stranger smirks. "Ah, you got me all wrong. I don't want to be your teacher. I don't want to be your leader, your guru, your doctor, or your Mailman..."
"...Mailman?" asks the Seeker confused.
The stranger continues undeterred:
"I have no interest whatsoever to play the role of your guide. I just simply want to be your friend. Two equals, who want to undertake the same journey. Walking side by side. Two friends, who share the same dreams, concerns and goals. Finding out the path together."
"So you don't know the path either," concludes the Seeker disappointed."I'd rather continue sitting here, waiting until someone comes, whoactually knows where to go."
"Alright," says the mysterious stranger. "I will wait here with you."
"There's no need for you to stay here," the Seeker urges with a nervous smile. "You go ahead. I'll be alright on my own. Nevertheless... I have enjoyed this 'interesting' conversation... Goodbye now."
"Nah," answers the stranger unmoved. "When your teacher appears, I'll get up... So while we are waiting here, do you want to hear another joke or should we rather discuss the fate of Humanities self-destructive patterns?"
For a short moment there is an awkward eye contact between the Seeker and the Stranger.
Suddenly, the Seeker breaks the silence: "...The fate of what....?!"
It was at exactly this moment, that the Seeker realized, that they were trapped.
TO BE CONTINUED
TOBE CONTINUED [https://img.wattpad.com/3fb7bbcef40cd657d796c69ea7dc0cd7a027ff29/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f5f5f6b304e47323758744d7048773d3d2d313339393934383136332e313739613135383461383761633562623539353433313735383738302e6a7067?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]