Obelix ran and fell in a soup.
The soup tasted fabulous and he felt better than ever
before. He was but a burly cute kid and did not know what got him here. His
mother bore him in pain and he remained a child throughout his waking and
sleeping life. Many saw obelix as a dullard but not his friend asterix – who
made fun to his face but never behind his back.
The time is of lore; and the place not very well known –
amidst the thick burning forests, a lush town spread itself with genteel people
gathered to live in peace. There was nothing of the sorts to happen – as the
romans attacked not once or twice but time over in their vain attempts to gain
false control of the heart of men.
Asterix and Obelix were the best of friends since childhood.
They looked at their warrior clansmen and felt proud to be born to defend their
mortal freedom against waves of oppression pouring forth from the roman army.
They had not a chance – the army skilled in the art of war and with merciless
attitude burnt down every village which stood in their way. There was nothing
but death overlooking at each crossroad the townsfolk built for themselves.
Ten years down the line; both the kids had become fine lads.
With burning fire that raged in their hearts – both of whom had lost their
loved ones with the constant and unrelenting war which they were burdened to
fight in this lifetime.
Not until one fine night – they decided to hose themselves
down in a holy waterfall. Called as the mystic river because no one knew where
the pouring water disappeared into (the earth). The place was known to be a
holy beacon for all townsfolk though no one ever ventured there alone or at
night anytime during the year.
Astrix prods Obelix to make the first move and jump into the
cold water; it is a clear moonless night and no noise of any animals be heard
for a far distance. There seems to be an eery silence which both the brave lads
seem to smell. Though thoroughly ferocious when it came to fight other men; neither
was ever exposed to the cold grip of awe and mystery which can havoc a man’s
heart in an instant.
Obelix jumps into the wellspring of mystery and goes
underneath; it is prohibited to jump into the holy water – and most would not
even partake of the beautiful crystal clear water which falls down perennially
from the rock cut hills; Obelix doesn’t surface for a long time and Astrix is
in two minds whether to plunge or to run for help. He jumps in too, swims
underneath and finds a tunnel leading under the rocks and stone.
There must be Obelix that fat lard – looking for something
to eat even underwater and away from anything sensible. Astrix swims and finds
that the tunnel surfaces to an underground labyrinth not known to any of them
all their waking lives, Obelix is stretched lying down gasping for air as the
swim probably took all out of this strong son. There is light somewhere in this
darkness – not too far from the ground, though its night and without light.
Something intriguing and dangerous is happening here.
The two hear a contusion of noises all around; something(s)
is/are howling – and before they have a chance to swim back out of the
labyrinth. They are circles by magical green elves. The nature of their eyes oh
so mysterious. So full of dark energy. The two boys are scared witless and
suddenly Astrix takes a leap forward to punch one of the green ones. To
absolutely no use; they disappear into the darkness and reappear. They are
apparitions and suddenly giggling they have a physical presence, hovering above
the air – they lift Astrix and somehow Obelix and take them to never never
land.
Obelix runs helter skelter to this day in his dream. Where
are they taking me, where have I reached I wonder? To this very day, the
nightmares are real. More real than anything else.
Obelix is picked up and suddenly the elves feel his weight
press down on them. Oh so cruel and they cannot lift him anytime more. He falls
into a cauldron, full of magic potion. Bubbling away glorious. Obelix has his
mouth open and he drinks up the entire bowl (meant for an army or more).
He feels power surging through his veins, there is power and
nothing else. He is strong smart and full of life. He feels alive. He runs
helter skelter this time for the sheer joy of being alive. The elves are
distressed; their magical potion spent (nothing else left). They look at him in
awe and dread for no one has drank so much ever they say. Obelix is now visible
and invisible. He flies and crawls, and punches the daylight of the rest of the
lot. He picks up fragile astrix and drops him in the cauldron (which has
nothing but a few drops left), and both of them become the Viking lords of
lore.
Now things are different in this lay little town; romans
stay clear and never stray near. They know the warriors have a trick they know
nothing of. The powerful potion which gave rise to the greatest gentle brute in
the world. Obelix amazes throwing minhiars at the enemy. He protects the weak
and never has to drink the god awful concoction ever ever again. He is the
epitome of benevolent power and security.
Now he runs helter skelter with his best friend and never
loses. The magical potion which saved their lives. Nothing but brought from the
dust of man, underground and beyond.
Obelix who fell into the potion, now in real and figurative
terms re-born....
What is to happen now?
Peace and Part 2 to Follow (Obelix Destroys His Mind)
