Cheveyo's World

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 be stronger than before. Previous to Gregory's unfortunate intervention, Milo's thoughts went in a completely different direction. Since he fell out with his father over Gregory and his cause, his life had taken a different path, and he was not sure if what he was doing was the right thing. Still, his father had made him so angry and was ready to follow blindly their so-called savior, who in his eyes was nothing but a suicidal 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 now. Still, the irony of the situation was hilarious. He should have let the guy jump off the cliffs back in Malta. God, he had been so stupid, holding him back from jumping in his depression. If he let him jump he hardly would have entered an argument with his father and certainly he would not be here on this totally crazy mission. Yet, as they say, one should let the past rest and live in the here and now. So, that's what he was going to do, he would help the Vultures, and the Milan getting back their powers, even if he couldn't stand the Milan, as this smug bunch had never accepted him because his mother was Greek, and now they were going to regain their powers because of him. Even he himself would have powers, and as the very first act of his water-dominating existence, he planned to sink the damned hut of his old man into the sea. This would give him the chance to move in with one of his favorites Gregory or the so great Keanu. The former was probably unlikely because for the smug dude walking next to him with the arrogant smile on his face, would hardly allow him to survive. So, he would move in with Keanu then. The giant beefcake, who tended to be quite hard-headed sometimes, and loyally stayed at the savior’s side. Well, time would tell, and after all, it was none of his business, he got along, without any of them. He d' show his old man, what happened when he was ignored, so much was clear. He d' wish to have treated him indifferently and not as second best. After all, he was his son, not Gregory or Keanu. That he had joined Matteo and therefore the Vultures was entirely his father fault. He had betrayed his own flesh and blood and would pay for it. Milos hoped that he and his house in Mellieha would sink into the ocean. Since he felt neglected and envious about the devotion he gave to Gregory and Keanu, Milos was constantly practicing the most popular sport of mankind, which was not, as one would assume football or any other type of men's sport wrongly, no, he kept condemning everyone searching for culprits for his own inability to love his father unconditionally. He even condemned himself for doing something he knew very well; it was wrong. But in war and love everything was permitted, at least that's what he thought, and there was a war going on between him and his father, no doubt about that. Milos and Gabe were brought back to reality by Cheveyo's voice. "We have arrived in the village; the tribal eldest are waiting for you." He went to a log cabin, with three white tents set up in a circle in front of it. In the middle were three figures with legs crossed sitting around a fire. Cheveyo announced their arrival in the language of the Onendas, which none of the newcomers spoke or even understood. Only one, of the figures, wrapped in a blanket despite the heat, got up. It was an old woman with a tanned face full of wrinkles, and she was obviously blind. The iris of her eyes was clouded. Cheveyo hurried to her, supporting her while she walked to one of the tents. She said something to him, and he pointed to the Newcomers, making them understand, to come and sit at the fire. Then she said something pointed at Gabe; “you with the white shirt, Anevay wants to see you first." Gabe nodded and followed the old Indian woman into the tent. Cheveyo helped her to sit down in a wooden chair, “kneel down!” Gabe obeyed indignantly, “but I am not able to speak to her at all, I don’t speak the Onenda language.”