Right and Wrong

It was a pretty cool office with many figures and stamps. It almost reminded Korkinim of Repon when he visited the city as a kid. He had seen many places in Repon as a kid. Repon seemed like the place that unless something really really big happened, didn't seem to give a shit.

At this moment in time he wanted that will all of his heart. Someplace where he wouldn't have to worry about his friends dying left and right.

"So, the charge pressed against you is that you have caused damage to property of Mr Wajlen by burning down the Drunken lair. Also upon further investigation it seemed you had went ahead and severely assaulted many innocent customers", he sighed. "That's a serious offence I would say if you don't provide a very good reasoning, I would have to lock you up in the dungeon or maybe it would even warrant a public stoning."

Korkinim nodded his head in understanding.

"But Mr Wajilen has other plans for you. You may pay 150000 wuts and then he will let you go or else you are to become his slave." He leant back on his seat. "What do you say?"

"I would say that's a really reasonable solution."

The Sherrif let a sigh of relief.

"But I really like money. Actually I really like my money and my freedom. So hard pass on that one."

The Sherrif was visibly annoyed. He hated such men. But hitting somebody on the silent mourning day was going to affect his promotion and he would rather not like that.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself."

Korkinim was actually surprised to hear this he wasn't prepared for this question but was smiling as he tried to remain as vague as possible.

"Well I was just a boy from the plains of Trunb you see. I didn't have big dreams as of now. I am only about 10 so you know not that old not that young." An year was 504 days, also a day was 190 hours total.

"Trunb you say. Hmm isn't that the same place where the 16 th battalion is from."

"Yes, sir."

"Did you serve in the army?" Sherrif wanted to be very sure he didn't run into any trouble. If he was a soldier chances were it could be resolved peacefully.

"Yes, sir."

Korkinim wanted to make sure he hid his rank from him. He didn't want Repon to turn into another Hurunb, where his dream of leaving behind his old life, remained a dream.

"Hmm, Don't you know that attacking unarmed civilians is a crime."

"So is child labour."

"What are you insinuating at?"

"You saw the ten children below the age of one working there as slaves with no regard whatsoever. That's what I am insinuating."

"How can you know they are not just some passing children?"

"How can you know it was me who beat them and started the fire? I may have been an innocent bystander?"

"Si-."

"Look I know that there are many innocent people in the workforce who would rather die than work what they are doing. But there are children there Fucking children who deserve a chance. A chance to study and change their fate, become law abiding citizens. I can't let them steal that from them it is just impossible for me to sit and let that happen. I don't care how much money you make from that bar or that area. I see any child being abused I am snapping."

"Sir with all due respect you didn't follow the procedure or even inform me about it." The Sherrif said. He had a soft spot for soldiers, especially since the war would have likely ended in the greskee victory but the Godsend Knight had saved them.

"You are right." Korkinim said.

Korkinim brought out the money and put that on the table.

The Sherrif breathed deep breaths as he said.

"Good now please tell me your name so that I can write a report."

"Korkinim."

The Sherrif's quill dropped to the ground.

"Can you please repeat it? And be more specific," he must have been hearing things, besides it may be another Korkinim in the army. There were many Korkinim from the Trunb who were ten years old.

"Korkinim Gyoro, Former Commander in cheif of the Holy Army of Khonrur. Leader of the 16th battalion and...The Godsend Knight."

The Sherrif was shocked as he muttered it he couldn't believe it.

"BADGE Now." He said drawing out his shotgun.

Korkinim calmly took out the Medal and placed it along with the badge.

As soon as he saw the badge his gun dropped he scrambled to the box as he opened it. He placed it on the table and saluted Korkinim.

"Forgive me sir, I sincerely apologise for my condemnable behaviour. If you would like I will resign in this moment itself." he fell to his knees and placed his hand on his heart.

Korkinim stood up and looked at him, "Rise." He said his voice booming through the office. The remaining staff soon gathered as to see what the commotion was all about as they saw the Sherrif himself on the ground and the badge on the table they at that moment itself stood in attention. They were however shaking in their boots.

"Now look just forget about it." Korkinim said.

"Yes, sir." Sherrif responded.

"Listen carefully: any child labour and work should be outlawed. Nobody must remember that I came here tell the bar owner to forget what happened. Give the children shelter and take care of them educate them and help them. Now there must be no child in this town who would have to work before turning one and that too out of consent."

"We will do exactly as you say sir!!! Please forgive us for the mistreatment sir!!!."

"Very well now I will only stay here till nightfall after that I shall be leaving and nobody must hear this news until then."

"As you say sir!!!"

With that Korkinim began to walk away and as they were relaxing he turned and repeated.

"Not a word..."

At the inn it felt pretty good. There was a large bed. Good food and also recommendable service. It truly felt good for the sum of only 1500 wuts.

When Korkinim laid on his bed he could feel a gush of forgotten memories come back.

It was a clear day and their squadron was placed on the mountainous terrain to launch a sneak attack. Due to her uncle's influence Joan was made into the captain. However almost every decision was taken by Korkinim. One day the orders were direct and barring Korkinim's bunch everybody in Joan's squadron had been summoned.

When Korkinim had woken up he was very angry but he soon decided to wait for her to contact. Even after three days she didn't contact. It was really a worry since she had to contact all her soldiers at least once a day to make sure they were nearby. But there was a delay in relaying his situation and not wanting to compromise the position Korkinim waited an additional two days. Korkinim decided to tell his soldiers to run back to gather reinforcements while he went alone to try to rescue her and the remaining battalion or at least gather information about their whereabouts. However the challenge was tough.

For starters The terrain was uneven and even for an experienced climber like Korkinim it was hell. The Greskee were experienced fighters they were very much better biologically than any Khonrur. He couldn't risk going far from the greskee's camp as it could pose danger to his complete nation. Korkinim camped at an enemy base that was too near to the town so he took the decision and wiped them out at night. He always had trouble sleeping as he always reminded himself of his friends, Joan, kloj, polag, they were in danger and needed help. How could he be resting.

The next day as he was sleeping he heard a rustling sound and he immediately picked up his gun he went into search. It was cold and windy which proved to be a great risk. He could see greskee walking around trying to pinpoint him with his scent. However he was a veteran and he covered himself up nicely in mud making sure everywhere he went there was no scent of him whatsoever. He leapt behind a greskee and after tying his mouth stabbed it through the eye, as blood started gushing out He tied its hands and legs. He took a deep breath and hit it in the head with the back of his gun. Then he took out his shovel and started digging. He couldn't wait for it to die and shooting it would be hella loud. So he had to bury it alive, right there to avoid it's scent to alert the others.

He had started walking towards another greskee and he hid behind trees whenever he could. Always he checked that he was downwind. The cold dry wind was covering his lungs and making it difficult to breath. It felt as if they were on fire. But he laid there trying his best. Soon he took out his gun and was about to shoot the greskee. He took his step in an instant and turned.

But behind him a greskee was waiting and it stabbed him through his stomach. He then hit Korkinim's head as the last thing he heard was his own skull breaking.

Korkinim started panting and woke up in cold sweat. He could hear his heartbeat loud and clear. He laughed at himself. It was always clear that fear killed more than anything else. He drunk some water and tried to go back to sleep. It was almost a habit and these nightmares were becoming more of a routine.

As Korkinim was trying to sleep. Rand was thinking about trying his luck with Bonnie. As he was carrying her he tried to slowly slip his hand on her bosom. But she caught it.

"You are lucky I am hurt. Or I would have loved to hurt you."

"W-What are your talking about my hand just slipped. It was an honest mistake."

"Quiet," Mandor yelled. "We are nearby".

The forest they were walking through was dark and thick. It consisted of beasts that were too dangerous as many hunters and travellers went missing there. In the middle of nowhere was a large house and beside it they could see the faint silhouette of their boss roasting a beast.

"Boss We-I mean I have found a rich guy but he is too strong. Please help us."