Matteos Helper

Cheveyo welcomed the four men kindly, not the slightest touch of enmity was on him, though he wished them inwardly to hell. He led them across the rocky path to the reservation. It was a twenty minutes walk, and the sun burned mercilessly from the sky. After a short time, Riccardo and Umberto began to complain about the heat. Milos and Gabe, on the other hand, proceeded vigorously, each of them lost in his own thoughts. While Gabe was thinking about the power he was going to have , and this time around would probably stronger than before. Previos to Gregory's unfortunate intervention, Milo's thoughts went in a completely different direction. Since he fell out with his father because of Gregory and his cause, his life had taken a different path and he was not really sure if what he was doing was the right thing. Still his father had made him so angry, and was ready to follow blindly her so-called savior, who in his eyes was nothing but a sucidial wimp, who would already have gone to the eternal hunting ground, as the Indians used to say so beautifully, without his intervention. He almost laughed loudly, which would have been probably a bit strange. Because the path was exhausting and went uphill, it was damn hot and the sweat poured out of his pores, ran over his forehead and burned hellishly in his eyes. So there was truly nothing to laugh about right. Still, the irony of the situation was hilarious. He should have let the guy jump off the cliffs back in Malta. God, he was really stupid, holding him him back from jumping in his depression, then he hardly would not entered an Argument with his father and certainly he would not be here on this totally crazy mission.