A/N Okay, I know this chapter is dark but… well, wait till the other chapters come out…
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters were created by René Goscinny and Albert Uderzo. Based on "Asterix and the Actress" by Albert Uderzo.
Chapter Four
Getafix had been sitting like that for a very long time, oblivious to everything around. He only repeated constantly that he would never, never be able to do that. He had never doubted his destination as a druid but now he just couldn't do what he had to. He felt he was unable to fulfil the will of the gods.
Dubbelosix started feeling nervous – it looked like he had miscalculated the friendship between Getafix and Asterix.
"You know there is no other way," he said, trying to sound as soft as possible. "If you refuse to do this… who knows what the consequences will be like? Maybe the sky will fall on our heads?""
"But how on earth can I tell the poor woman that her only son has to be…" he paused, unable to control his emotions, and then added in whisper "… sacrificed? And how on earth can I do… this?"
"Yes, that is hard," Dubbelosix agreed. "But you are not just a human. You are a druid, don't forget about that. But if you are unable to do it, I can help. I can talk to his mother… And if YOU fail then I'll have to do everything myself. But you will be punished for disobedience".
Getafix covered his face with his hands, letting the tears escape his eyes freely.
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Later that day, Sarsaparilla went out of Asterix's hut, wishing not to disturb her son's sleep. He hadn't slept like this for a long time already so she decided to let him rest. She kissed his forehead and went to see Vanilla who was really nervous about Obelix's long absence. She didn't notice Dubbelosix who followed her…
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Obelix sat in his barely moving cart, sighing, deep in thought. It looked like the cart was simply unable to move any slower. However, the village became closer and closer, and Obelix knew he would be home very soon. "I wonder where Dogmatix is…" he thought, trying to distract himself from Asterix. "Oh, just stop worrying!" he told himself. "They are both fine. Maybe they're waiting for me now…" Despite the last statement he didn't start moving any faster.
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Dubbelosix was just happy. Both Sarsaparilla and Vanilla were sleeping innocently in Obelix's hut – his sleeping gas worked as it was supposed to. His revenge would be complete soon…
As soon as he found himself under the bard's tree he saw Getafix approaching him slowly. Seeing the real druid's doomed expression he smirked – it was almost done. Now he needed to announce about it to the village council. He had already prepared the speech. But in fact, all he needed to say was "The will of gods is that Asterix the Gaul must be sacrificed. Immediately", and the Gauls, seeing Getafix standing there helplessly, began to sigh and sob. Although they were all full of sympathy, some of them felt somewhat relieved.
"Poor Asterix!" they sobbed. "Well, at least his pain and… disease will end".
Anyway, the village was depressed. There had been no human sacrifice for years so now the villagers felt low and frightened.
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Getafix was looking down at the sleeping Gaul. Asterix didn't wake up even while being carried from his hut to the valley and put on a big stone. The druid sighed, still unable and unwilling to believe this was happening. They were alone, nobody wanted to follow them. Even Magix stayed in the village. Suddenly Asterix opened his eyes. Seeing the druid, he grinned childishly.
"Hello Getafix," he greeted. Then he looked around. "Umm… Where am I? What are we doing here?"
Getafix even stepped back. How could he say this?
"We're doing what we have to," he answered. "Please… don't ask me questions!"
Hearing Getafix's voice shaking and seeing him tremble, Asterix looked at him curiously.
"Why are you shaking?" he asked. "Are you ill?"
"No…" the druid breathed. "And now please, just close your eyes!"
With the last sentence Getafix didn't ask Asterix about anything – he begged him. The little Gaul obeyed despite his curiosity.
"I'm so sorry," Getafix whispered feeling a lump in his throat. He sighed again, unable to hold back the tears, and took the knife…
