Treasure

50 years ago, in a vast and dry land in the central parts of Hainston. 

A young man in his twenties was walking in front of a group of similar youngsters. In the vast plain, they were moving forward while checking the map and were carrying different tools with themselves.

The young man in the front brushed back his disheveled blonde hair and held the map under the bright rays of the sun. He narrowed his eyes a little bit and read the map, putting more attention on the special marks drawn by the red ink instead of the real map.

"Hey, are you sure this really is the correct map?"

Someone among the group broke the silence, speaking his opinion with an exhausted voice.

"What do you mean? You sucker! Are you doubting me?"

The blonde boy in the front retorted so harshly that the one who had spoken shrank back from shock and fear and closed his mouth. 

"Huh? You all, do you doubt me?"