#toutatis' queue

[the-secret-life-of-tll]

Obelix and the Genie

Chapter 5 “By Toutatis!” the chief cried out. “Those blasted Romans dare to threaten our pride and our peace once again! Caesar doesn’t seem to be having his holidays yet. Go, my fellow warriors. Do your thing! Do not forget your magic potion and that we have nothing to fear except the sky falling on our heads.”

Obelix was beyond exhilarated. The opportunity he had longed for all his life had finally come by. He was at the very front of the queue at Getafix’s cauldron before one could say “one, two, boars!”

Asterix nudged his best friend. “Psst. You’re not supposed to be here. You know that —”

“Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Asterix,” Obelix hushed him. “I made a deal with the genie. I’m good to go now, just like the rest of you.”

“Asterix,” Getafix said, “Obelix is a great and powerful warrior like you. He has the right to drink the magic potion as much as we all do.” The little Gaul huffed. Obelix smiled at the effects of the genie’s magic.

Obelix took a sip from Getafix’s spoon. Mmmm, he thought, tastes like vegetable soup. The effect was instant. His whole body glowed as strength rushed through every vein in his body. He felt like his old, previous self, except he knew his strength would only be temporary.

Chattering teeth, shaking knees and clinking armour could be heard among the Roman legion assembled outside the village. The Centurion pranced around in front of the tortoise formation, making sure all his troops are combat-ready.

“Brrr. I hope that infamous crazy fat man Obelix is taking a vacation today,” a legionary shivered as he whispered to his comrade.

“I d-d-doubt it,” the other whispered back. “That one is always eager to be the first to crush us!”

“Uh-teeeeeeeeeen-shun!” the Centurion called out. His troops fell silent and straightened their postures. “Once again we find ourselves confronting our worst enemy. Let’s show this rebellious tribe the power of the Roman army!”

But before the soldiers could advance one step, they were greeted by the same tribe charging out of the village gates and right into them. KAPOW! Romans flew in all directions, with pieces of armour and uniform following them in the air.

Amidst the chaos, some of the legionaries began looking for the most fearsome Gaul.

“Where is he? I don’t see him anywhere.”

“Yeah. I see some fat Gauls, but not THE fattest one.”

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING FAT?!”

The legionaries froze at the sound of that voice.

WHAM! A strong force charged right through the them, breaking their formation.

When the fallen Romans regained consciousness, they looked up to see a tall, thin figure with red pigtails and striped breeches towering over them.

“I am Obelix, that crazy fat man you were talking about, except that he’s not fat. Well, not anymore anyway.”

“AAAAAHHH!” the Romans forgot about their injuries and ran away from the battlefield.

“I knew that one was Obelix! He’s wearing the same clothes!”

Obelix turned around and walked back triumphantly to his village, smiling to himself. “I should thank Mrs. Geriatrix for sticking to my style when making new clothes for my new body. An important warrior can never be too fashionable.”

Cheers and whistles of celebration greeted the menhir delivery man as he sautered back to his quarry. Asterix folded his arms (and Dogmatix folded his front paws) as he witnessed the scene.

Obelix began carving out a menhir in his quarry, whistling as he worked. His new, non-mortal best friend still hid safely in the lamp in Asterix’s bed. Obelix still had third wish to make. Shall he use it to have the Romans leave them alone forever? He decided against it because it won’t be fun anymore, without Romans to have a bash with every now and then.