There it was, just within my grasp. As I opened the sacred pure white chest, a yellow glow and a refreshing sense of coolness came over me all at once. I saw my prize before me. This is it, I thought, this is what will allow me to complete the Final Task. My quest was over, I had won.
And then, a voice. I turned around to face the one person I did not expect. My brother.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, stunned.
He said nothing. There was no life in his eyes; the cold, blackness that filled his eyes were of the same void that now filled his heart. He stepped forward and past me, towards the object of my search. He picked it up, judged its weight for a moment, and began to walk away.
"I won't let you do that!" I screamed after him. "You stubborn fool! I won't let you win! Not today!"
"It appears that I have already won," he chuckled as he continued out of the room.
Furious, I brandished my weapon and started after him. I chased him all the way into a room with just a table and six chairs. Two bowls sat across from each other, awaiting the precious object that my brother now had. One bowl represented justice; the other, doom and despair. I knew I had to stop my brother from filling the latter with his evilness, which would prevent me from completing the Final Task.
I then hatched a scheme. Enjoy your last delusions of victory, my brother, I thought, for today, I have won. I threw my weapon to the floor, making a loud crashing sound in order to distract him. I now had a few seconds to switch the two bowls without him noticing. When his attention turned back to me, I gave him my challenge.
"Go ahead," I taunted, "I won't stop you." Without looking away from me, he proceeded to pour the contents of the sacred object into what he thought was his own bowl. Then, he looked down.
"What is this? I got Cap'n Crunch! These are Frosted Mini Wheats!"
"Foiled again, oh brother of mine!"
He poured the rest of the milk into his own cereal. I picked up my spoon off the ground and we both ate our breakfasts. Today will be a good day at cross country practice, I thought, now that I've had my breakfast.
And then, a voice. I turned around to face the one person I did not expect. My brother.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, stunned.
He said nothing. There was no life in his eyes; the cold, blackness that filled his eyes were of the same void that now filled his heart. He stepped forward and past me, towards the object of my search. He picked it up, judged its weight for a moment, and began to walk away.
"I won't let you do that!" I screamed after him. "You stubborn fool! I won't let you win! Not today!"
"It appears that I have already won," he chuckled as he continued out of the room.
Furious, I brandished my weapon and started after him. I chased him all the way into a room with just a table and six chairs. Two bowls sat across from each other, awaiting the precious object that my brother now had. One bowl represented justice; the other, doom and despair. I knew I had to stop my brother from filling the latter with his evilness, which would prevent me from completing the Final Task.
I then hatched a scheme. Enjoy your last delusions of victory, my brother, I thought, for today, I have won. I threw my weapon to the floor, making a loud crashing sound in order to distract him. I now had a few seconds to switch the two bowls without him noticing. When his attention turned back to me, I gave him my challenge.
"Go ahead," I taunted, "I won't stop you." Without looking away from me, he proceeded to pour the contents of the sacred object into what he thought was his own bowl. Then, he looked down.
"What is this? I got Cap'n Crunch! These are Frosted Mini Wheats!"
"Foiled again, oh brother of mine!"
He poured the rest of the milk into his own cereal. I picked up my spoon off the ground and we both ate our breakfasts. Today will be a good day at cross country practice, I thought, now that I've had my breakfast.
1 comment:
aww, cute.
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