And Dreams Might Win

Chapter 8

"I don't know what I am eating but it's appetizing enough to satisfy my ever growling hunger. I mean who cares if it's Street food and I don't know what kind of ingredients were even used and it could contain all the budding food poisoning germs, but I love it and I am happy so I don't care if I die this tragic death as long as I die happy." I admitted grinning with drunk eyes as I ate some kind of beef or lamb or whatever it was.

" Let's try and be a little optimistic Vera, shall we? I have eaten the most of this mtvedi or whatever they call it and if your drunk words do come true I am sure to die before both of you." Bermuda shorts whined eating another piece of juicy meat.

"Its Matsvadi and Stop it you two, I absolutely have no desire to vomit at your faces at the moment since you are my good friends and will not utter gross descriptions of what I am chewing anymore." Wyatt spoke with his features turned in a way to attempt a scowl but he just looked adorable.

"So what's the plan? " I questioned doe eyed with a wide grin on my face.

Some milli seconds passed;no one answered. I looked back from Filip to Wyatt, my grin intact.

"What is the bloody plan? " I queried again through clenched teeth still smiling.

Finally giving up, I stopped smiling and continued eating. I chewed sitting on the edge of the ruined fort looking over the city, cool wind caressing my cheeks and blowing my hair astray.

"You guys have no plan, do you? We'll go where the wind takes us and do things in the heat of the moment kind of stuff. Obviously. Where's the fun in planning anyway? Its not like I am not up for it. I am just new to not planning and organizing things out. I like to know what will happen, I don't want to be startled when life throws something at my face, though I think that's how we should really live-"

"Vera, I have started to wonder if you have any friends since I suppose you don't really require one. Just keep talking to yourself. However, you might want to consider doing it inside your head in public places so people, you know, don't get the wrong idea about you." Wyatt spoke snickering.

"Yeah, what's that saying? You are your own best friend. Vera has confirmed the quote."Bermuda annoying pants quoted as they both started laughing out loud.

"What have I done to be mocked so very often, Oh dear Lord?" I yelled to the sky so somehow some answers might drop. Instead a drop of water plummeted in my eye and I immediately flinched shutting my eye in the process.

"Did the Lord send some electrifying message? You seem to have gotten a bit of shock." Filip dear queried.

"Yes, a very shocking truth has been understood by my brain. A message that could ruin all of us if don't start running within the next few minutes." I suggested standing up and picking my American Tourister wheeled suitcase.

"What? Where are you going? Is there some old spirit of a Georgian knight here to haunt us?" Bermuda vacuous shorts exclaimed.

"Why would a Georgian knight haunt us, neither of us are Iranian or Turkish or Russian?" Geek boy asked wearing a thin smile.

"Why would he only haunt those nationalities?" Filip asked curiosity making him forget that the knight ghost had to haunt him.

"Well, these kingdoms had colonized Georgia or at least tried to which means there would have been some kind of war which would have led to his death. Since we are neither of those nationalities, we are safe. Vera, you can sit and eat now." Wyatt explained the possible cause of death of the non-existent ghost of a knight.

All this time, I could only stare, my mouth agape at the two idiots talking absolute claptrap.

You have hope. Despite what I would have thought before, you seem to have better sense than these two for sure. I am only hoping you find a place to stay tonight.