Resurrected Soldiers: The Tyrus Chronicle - Book Three by Joshua P. Simon Page A

find out there again.
    The minority didn’t feel differently about life on the road. However, they understood that the small comforts of shelter and easy access to food and water could disappear with another eruption from the artifact. Though no one looked forward to more travel, they believed wholeheartedly in Tyrus’s faith that the Southern Kingdoms were not just their best chance for long term survival, but possibly their only one.
    “But we’re still looking at the surrounding area,” said Rezub.
    Rather than vehemently fight against the passionate majority and prove them wrong as Tyrus might have, Sivan had opted to give them time to disprove themselves. He allowed them to scout the surrounding area for more sources of food, potential farmland, and so on.
    Ava thought the idea of potential farmland ridiculous given the lack of sunlight, dark clouds, and the ongoing saga of the world ending.
    Sivan asked in a tired voice. “Just how long does it take to scout the same kind of land we’ve spent months traveling?”
    “Why are you in such a rush? If this will be our new home, we should take our time.”
    “No. The land is either good for crops or not. In this case, it’s plainly not.”
    I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but I like it.
    “I’d disagree.”
    “Molak knows I’ve tried to be patient, but I’m just about out of it. Tyrus said we need to head farther south, not stay here.”
    “Tyrus isn’t with us anymore,” Rezub added, hesitantly. “We need to look at the facts and make decisions on our own.”
    Sivan grew more agitated. “Tyrus had his head on straighter than anyone here. Regardless of whether you liked his decisions or not, he did the sound thing no matter how difficult it was to do so. But you want facts? Fine. How about looking out a window. Last I checked the sky is as gray as slate and the clouds darker. We’ve got little sunlight, and most plants are dying or already dead around us. Plus, we don’t know what the artifact will do next. I mean we’re less than a few days away from the caves we were stuck in during the last eruption. Yet, that short distance is enough for you to suddenly feel secure? Not me. I’ve had enough, and I know I’m not alone.”
    “Are you leaving us?”
    “Those who want to head south are more than welcome to come along, but we’ve got to stop wasting time.”
    Sivan seemed like he was almost begging for them to see his side of things.
    Rezub licked his lips. “So an ultimatum. We can stay, but it will be with less people to guard against danger. Or we can leave, and face more danger on the road together.”
    Sivan sighed.
    “Will you help us decide?” Rezub begged.
    “I’ve already made my case more than once.”
    “Just scout with us tomorrow. Point out what we aren’t seeing. Show us why we should leave.”
    Don’t do it. Stand your ground.
    But Ava could already see Sivan’s face soften. She swore to herself. Say one thing about her brother, but Tyrus didn’t give in to stupidity just because he felt sorry for someone.
    Sivan nodded. “All right. We’ll scout in the morning together. Then we make a decision tomorrow evening and leave the morning after.”
    “You sound confident we’ll reach the same conclusion.”
    “I am.”
    This isn’t going to go well. I just know it.
    Sivan approached her as people surrounded Rezub and peppered him with questions. “You don’t look happy.”
    “Should I be?” she asked.
    He frowned. “We’re leaving. I thought you’d like what I told them.”
    “I’d have liked it if you had said we were leaving tonight or tomorrow morning. I’d be happier still if we were already on the road like I wanted to be.”
    “We had to give people a chance to come around.”
    “Why?”
    “Because in all this chaos, they want to exert some sort of control over their lives again. They want to be able to make decisions for themselves. I’m trying to let them do that to build trust for