Reversal of Fates

You approach the table. As you think out your plan, you cautiously pick up the yellow potion ... and set it back down. Turning, you grab the red and hold it up, swirling it slowly as if to examine it. Keeping it in your hand, you turn and grasp the blue, and stare at it determinedly.

"A hard choice, is it not?" the bread mage says, behind you. "Better hurry, though. I'm getting impatient..."

Drat, he's on to me ... no, I can use this! you think. You spin on your heels and begin to walk towards him.

"Don't rush me, mister," you say. "You may think this is fun..." (you stumble for some continuation in your head) "...but as long as it's my life on the line, you better let me choose whether to drink this," you pop the cork on the red with your thumb, "that," you wave the blue at the table, where the yellow lies, "this," as you open the blue, "or..."

You lunge, and shove the necks of both bottles in his throat. He surges back, trying to wave his hands to cast a spell, but you manage to bowl him over and pour the potions down his throat. You drop the bottles as he lies coughing on the ground.

"No ... no ..." he moans, as you back away. He stares at his body in horror. "I'm ... I'm a guy!" he wails, and bursts into tears.

"Whoa," says Luke, from 'safely' around the corner. "I guess he got the girl one. Now what?"

Written by Robin Z

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