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Hidden, it remained.
The journey had drained them completely, yet they wanted to continue. It would take more than hunger, few bruises and near death to make them abandon the hunt. They were men of sands and would never go back on their words, not even at the cost of their lives. They were determined to find the treasure, no matter what.
Many who went seeking the treasure, in the past, never returned and their comrades back home supposed that they were dead. With time, the treasure became one of the forbidden stories and whoever spoke of it were punished severely, but some still whispered about it.
The wild didn’t welcome the crew heartily and they knew it would get worse, but they anyway proceeded, bravely. It was so difficult to see through the woods and even the lamp gave out because of the rain, and walking the moss-filled forest ground wasn’t any easier. Their hearts didn’t flinch even at the smell of death and danger, after all they were the best warriors of the sand village. Their village needed them to find the treasure and nothing would stop them from doing that. Uncertain of what was in store for them, they walked to reach an unknown destiny…to find to the hidden treasure.
The sorceress had warned them, “Never follow the Sun, because the death follows it”. She had them well equipped with weapons, food and water, and she had also let them borrow a copy of the map that would lead them to the treasure.
They lost two of their comrades to the hungry wolves and three, badly wounded. Alastor asked them to return to the village as they would only delay the crew if they continued, but they wouldn’t listen and stabbed themselves to death. They didn’t want to go back to the village without the treasure. Though grieving over their comrades, the remaining men went.
The morning sun didn’t bring any luck either, instead they lost another comrade. After burying him, they had a light breakfast and moved forward. Now, the quest was upon Alastor and Edward.
The death of all his comrades had scared the hell out of Edward. He knew Alastor well enough to continue alone with him. He had seen Alastor’s lust for power. Alastor wouldn’t think twice before stabbing him to get him out of his way. Edward didn’t want to die a virgin. If not for the fairest maiden, he wanted to marry at least a Plain Jane and raise his kids. Deciding to find the treasure all by himself, he absconded away with the map, leaving Alastor in middle of nowhere.
Alastor looked everywhere for Edward, but he didn’t find any trace of him. He supposed that something bad had befallen his last comrade. There was no point in going on without the map that was gone with Edward, so Alastor decided to return home, but to come back later. He wouldn’t give up yet. He was the best among the bravest men of sands and he would never let his comrades sacrifice waste away.
But the elders of the sand village had other plans. Once again, they banned talking about the treasure, even whispering about it would lead one to grave consequences. With years, the treasure became one of the forgotten stories and the treasure itself, remained hidden..
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