Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters were created by René Goscinny and Albert Uderzo.
Chapter Two
One week had passed since that day already. The nightmare had been erased from Obelix's memory, and everything was as usual.
Nothing interesting happened that week except a couple of Cacofonix's new hits which nobody heard fully due to Fulliautomatix's music taste. Even the Romans didn't attack, not having any new ideas of conquering the Gauls and their magic potion.
Getafix the druid decided to take the chance and do some experiments with some new potions. Because of that there were some strange smells in the air all the time. All Vitalstatistix's complains were answered the same way: "Everything is for the science". Sometimes Asterix and Obelix helped Getafix. From time to time Obelix had a hope to taste some of the potions which smelled best.
This particular day didn't differ from the previous ones. Getafix was preparing something again. Asterix and Obelix were by his side, eager to do what he asked. Dogmatix was there, too, observing everything with great interest. This time the potion had a very delicious aroma so Obelix licked his lips all the time.
"Hmmm…" muttered Getafix, recalling the recipe. "Something is missing… A! That's it! I need some fresh leaves… Well, there's nothing I can do. I need to go to the forest".
"Let us go there for you," Asterix offered.
"Only an experienced eye can find the proper colour!" the druid lifted his index finger up to make his words sound more important. "And only a druid can know the name of this tree – I can't give away this secret. I'll be back soon".
And the druid left his hut. "I should have warned them," he thought, leaving the village through the gate. He even stopped, in thought. "Should I return? No… Even if Obelix is so hungry all the time, Asterix is still there to stop him. They won't be so silly…" Having calmed down a bit, the druid went to the forest.
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Obelix couldn't resist such a temptation anymore. He could bet that this potion was the most delicious thing of the world. Unable to control himself, he came up to the cauldron.
"Obelix!" Asterix's voice sounded. "What are you doing?!"
"Oh, come on, Asterix," the well-covered Gaul waved his hand. "Don't you think it's tasty?"
"First, the potion isn't ready yet," Asterix began to loose his temper. "And second, you even don't know what it actually is! It doesn't seem to be food…"
"Oh, stop it. Anything that smells so good cannot be something bad! And I can smell something delicious…"
Asterix opened his mouth to say something but had no time to say anything. Obelix scooped some potion and took a big draught.
"Tastes unusual," he said thoughtfully, taking some more potion from the cauldron. "I can't tell how for sure though…"
"Stop you greedy pig!" Asterix was really mad now. "Remember when you drank two cauldrons of magic potion! Isn't that enough for you?"
For Obelix those were quite unpleasant memories. That adventure could have ended not as happily as the others. But it was not the same thing! How can Asterix not understand?
"Why do you always tell me what to do?!" Obelix shouted. "Why do you like to be the smart one all the time?!"
"I just don't like that you are the dumb one all the time!" Asterix answered.
"Listen you nasty midget!" Obelix couldn't remember ever being so angry. There was even something unusual in that anger. "I'm fed up with your morals! I've been listening to them for my entire life!"
"Alright you fat greedy pig," Asterix was quite offended but he could find the words, too. "Do what you want! Only this time make sure I won't have to save you from troub…"
He didn't even finish the last word – Obelix, unable to resist something strange inside him, hit the little Gaul right in head. Asterix flew out of Getafix's hut and, after flying some distance, fell not far from the chief's hut. Luckily, the landing was soft. However, not everyone was happy about it…
"Asterix!!!" Impedimenta's voice sounded very sharp, especially for the little Gaul who already felt rather unwell. "Why are you rumpling my flowers?!!! Leave my garden-bed! NOW!!!"
Asterix stood up with a great effort, took his helmet from the ground and limped back to Getafix's hut. "Obelix will kill me someday!" he thought suddenly. He had a very bad feeling… Why was the druid's hut so far away? Or was he just walking so slowly? And why had everything gone dark at once? "Maybe I should have a rest…" And he fell down, not having achieved his aim.
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Obelix stood at the doorstep. His rage was already gone. "What have I done?" he thought in terror. "Have I hit Asterix again? It was something weird this time though… Anyway, I must find him and apologise. I hope he's okay…" Some images appeared in his memory… "The dream! Doesn't it mean that Asterix… no, it was just a dream!" Horrified, he dashed outside when something strange happened all of a sudden. He felt chilly, his legs failed him, his mouth felt dry, and Obelix fainted.
