This choice: They hear a sound. It's coming from... One of their bags? • Go Back...Chapter #7Reserved Food Relieved by: Drakin   "What's that sound?" John muttered looking around.
It took a moment but the others heard it two. A faint noise that couldn't quite be pinned down.
"It sounds like... crunching?" Marty muttered confused.
"It's coming from out bags," Cassy finally realized. John and Marty quickly dropped their own in concern. The answer to their questions soon rolled out.
Inside the miniature dragon copies of John had apparently been gorging on whatever food they could get their tiny claws on. It had resulted in some rather rotund reptiles too as the largest of them could no longer fit into their armor and then smallest were little more than scaly balls.
Marty checked the bags once the scare was over and was a bit surprised, "They ate our rations."
"Great, now we'll have to go without food while we're here," John muttered sourly as he contemplated using one of his tiny doubles for a child's toy, namely a soccer ball.
"No..." Marty replied slowly, "I mean they ate OUR rations. The food the servant girl gave us is still here."
A check revealed the same in all their bags. Every morsel of food they'd brought with them was devoured by the once tiny, now bloated dragon copies, only the items they'd stuff in their bags to hide still remained.
"This is too strange," Marty muttered as he examined the cupcake in one hand and the fat miniature of John in the other. Every time he brought them together the copy shied away from the food, "Why do they not like the food from this place?"
It was only when he picked the least pudgy looking of the copies and put the small dragons face practically in the cupcake that the dragon began to eat it, but even then it was slowly and reluctantly, compared to the fast feeding frenzy the others had participated in.
"This place is too weird," John sighed.
"Hey, you're not the one stuffed like a Christmas turkey," Tabitha replied, the vixen groaning as she rubbed her overfull belly tenderly as it pushed out between the torn remains of her vest.
"Can you walk at least?" Cassy asked looking over her bloated friend with some concern.
"Yeah," the vixen nodded getting shakily to her feet, "It's uncomfortable but I can manage for now."
"Good, John nodded, "Then we better get moving, though how we're going to find our way around in here I'm not sure."
"That's easy," Tabitha replied, "watch."
Heaving herself forward to the next intersection, Tabitha bent down (with some difficulty due to her straining pants) and drew a small arrow on the wall right by the floor indicating one of the hallways. "There," she smiled standing up slowly, "Now we just check all the corners at every hallway to make sure we haven't been this way before."
"Nice," Marty nodded, "That's sure to come in handy."
John just snorted as they set off down the hall after stuffing the mini-Johns back into their packs. Of course, such an elegant plan was quickly doomed to failure.
They'd just arrived at the next intersection and tried to decide which route to take next when Cassy looked worried, "Um, Tabitha? This wall's already marked." The unicorn pointed to the same small arrow she'd just watched the vixen draw.
"But how?" Tabitha replied scratching her head, "We've only walked down one hall, we couldn't have gotten turned around already."
"I don't think we did," Marty mused looking at the arrow. "We went down the right hand corridor, right?"
"Yeah," Tabitha replied.
"And now the arrow is pointing at the corridor ahead of us. That means that these two must be magically looped. When we went to the right we 'came out' on the left."
"Ok, so by that logic the only path we can take is the one to our left now, correct?"
"Right."
"No we came from the right, so we're going left."
"Right."
"Why do you want us to go right we came from the left."
"I don't want to go right I said we should go left."
"Not right?"
"Right."
"Oh will you two knock it off!?" John fumed as he stalked over to the left hallway. Tabitha paused too make another mark as they entered it. But again the castle had more plans for them.
"No way," the cheetah mage groaned as he spotted the new marking and the old one at the next hallway, "Both are looped.
"Then how do we get out of here?" Johns snout was emitting puffs of smoke to coincide with his irritation, "There's a way in, there must be a way out."
"I can only think of one thing," Marty replied, "We passed several doors in the hall, one of them must lead to new rooms and perhaps different paths from there."
"But which one do we try?" Cassy replied looking at the identical doors that stretched down each hallway.
"We could each take one," Tabitha suggested, "It maximizes our chances of finding the right path."
"But it'll also separate us," Marty pointed out, "And I don't want to be stuck in this freaky place alone."
"We'll put it to a vote then," John decided, "Split up or stay together."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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