"This way, Dante. Hurry!" Eduard calls to you. "We're almost out." You quickly move through the corridor, not making a sound. The smell of gruel becomes weaker and weaker. You may never have to smell that foul smell again.
When the moonlight finally illuminates your eyes, you fill with joy. However, you're not outside yet. You've only managed to make it to the glass greenhouse on top of the castle. It belongs to the King's on call alchemist, Fevroir. "We shouldn't be here..." you say.
"Why not?" says a voice from behind you. Both you and Eduard freeze. You knew that voice too well. Fevroir. "I'm not going to report the escaped prisoners. That would take away my two latest test subjects, wouldn't it?" You're being blackmailed. Do as he says, or it's back to your cell. Maybe even execution.
Fevroir points to a desk across the greenhouse. On shelves behind it, dozens of black fruits are lined up in small glass cases. Protected from outside harm, as they rest on mahogany pedestals. "Each of you, eat one. Then you may go."
"That's all?" Eduard asks, doubting Fevroir would waste this opportunity with something so... simple.
"Yes. I ask that you rendezvous with myself at a later date so I can see the effects, but that is all for now."
You and Eduard exchange nervous glances. It wouldn't make sense to go through all the effort just to poison them, and he said he wanted to see the "effects" later... (Whatever those might be) You decide it's worth it, and approach the table.
Each fruit is in a glass display case, and there's a tag naming the fruit. Which will you eat?
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.15 seconds at 6:46am on Nov 17, 2024 via server WEBX1.