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pilyarquitect · 4 years ago

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Hello everyone! Here I bring you a new chapter of this Asterix fic, Poor Asterix, he’s truly confused with all what’s going on to him, but has had him finished getting news? Okay, probably you all guess not, and you’re right, so, let’s see what else is going Asterix to discover now. Also, in this chapter there’s a reference from another comic, will you be able to find out what am I talking about? I hope you’ll like it! 😊

Well, I’d like to give a special thanks to @drummergirl231-2 for helping me editing this story. I’m really, really, really grateful to her, she’s awesome!

Okay after say all this, here you have the fifth chapter of this story, I hope you all will like it!

Chapter 7. Everything will be fine, you'll see

It was dawn in Totorum's camp and Overanxius was furious, filled with rage he could barely contain. How could this be? A whole camp ruined because of some… mustachioed savages! And on top of that, his prisoner – the one who was going to be the key to these unfortunate people submitting once and for all to the power of Rome – had escaped. Why were the gods so cruel?

The senator was pacing the Centurion's tent, which seemed to be the only one left intact by the Gauls’ destructive force. The legionaries had given it to him to sleep there when he decided to stay the night in Totorum's camp. The envoy from Rome had practically not slept all night, as indicated by the dark circles under his eyes, and also, the stormy night that had just passed did nothing to help his situation. By Saturn, how could the situation have been so complicated?

But despite all these calamities, Caesar's envoy wasn’t willing to leave Armorica or Gaul without that child, and didn’t care what it would cost. In the end he’d have him back in his possession, and take him to Julius Caesar as a present.

This thought – imagining him presenting himself triumphantly before the Emperor of Rome with a hostage that could mean the surrender of the people who had been the thorn in the side of the Empire – caused a sinister smile to appear on Overanxius’ face. Yes, very soon all his dreams would come true… all thanks to a little Gaul boy.

With new hope, the Roman senator left the tent only to be greeted with the sad vision of a ruined camp being rebuilt. Does this happen every time the Gauls attack? The man asked himself. To be honest, it was hard to believe that a fortified camp like this could have been reduced to dust so suddenly.

According to what the legionaries had told him, it was the pet of one of the Gauls that had led the entire village to the boy. He had also investigated a bit and now knew that the dog's owner didn’t need to take magic potion to fight, because for some reason, he possessed the superhuman strength at all times that magic potion confers. So, unlike the rest of the village, it wasn’t necessary for him to drink this substance. If that was true, it would be difficult to get ahold of the Gaul that interested him, especially knowing both Gauls were inseparable friends.

He also knew the druid was in charge of preparing the potion. Upon discovering that, he thought of kidnapping the druid to force him to make the magic potion for them, or at least prevent the rest of his village from having access to that potion. But his joy fell knowing others had already tried such a plan, several times, and had always failed. But as far as Overanxius knew, all those failures were due to the fact that even though they lacked their druid, the villagers still had Asterix. Yes, that short blond Gaul was able to supplement the druid's absence with his cunning and determination, and even rescue his friend on all occasions when the old bearded man was kidnapped. It was all because of the blond warrior who watched over the safety of the entire village, and that naturally included the druid…

But now, the warrior was nothing more than a helpless child… if they captured the druid, the rest of the town would have no magic potion, and without potion, and with continuous attacks, the fat Gaul wouldn’t be enough to fight against all of them. So, in the midst of confusion and chaos, he could send a small patrol to take his prize! It was the perfect plan! Without his druid, and without the cunning of the blond warrior, the rest of the village couldn’t defend themselves well enough from Roman attacks… not to prevent the capture of Asterix.

With this new idea still fresh in his mind, the envoy from Rome immediately went to speak to the Centurion to tell him his idea and thus be able to carry out his plan. The Gauls would soon be under the rule of the empire.

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Getafix's eyes widened at the question Asterix asked him. Sick? By Belenos, why did Asterix ask such a thing? His eyes were locked on those of the blond Gaul, almost as if he expected to find the reason for the boy's question in them. Knowing this was quite impossible, the old druid got up from the stool and sat down on the bed next to the little Gaul again.

"Why do you ask if you are sick, Asterix?" Getafix questioned.

"I don't know, I feel… confused…"

"Confused? Explain in more detail, please.” The village druid was worried about Asterix and wanted to get to the bottom of the matter, and for this he needed the warrior to tell him everything.

"Well… I had… weird dreams last night… I saw places I've never seen in them, and people I've never met… and also, in lots of the things I saw… the man who was with you yesterday, in the tent when you came to get me… he was there, too… and even though he looks like Obelix's dad, I know he isn’t him… I’m so scared. I don’t know what’s going on,” explained the little Gaul tremblingly.

"You don't have to be afraid," the druid assured him as he gently hugged Asterix and allowed the boy to do the same. Asterix buried his head in the druid's beard, as he did the day before in the Romans’ camp. Getafix also realized the young Gaul trembled slightly, which deeply saddened the old druid. He wished he could somehow alleviate the anguish the blond Gaul surely felt.

Getafix looked at Asterix with fear, too. Apparently, there were still latent memories of the adult Gaul in the child's mind. The druid supposed for Asterix that was like living two different realities… only one of them remained in his subconscious, just showing itself in his dreams. Honestly, the old druid hoped if that was what was happening to Asterix, it wouldn’t get worse… Getafix really wanted Tutatis to help them with that, since he himself didn’t know how to exactly help Asterix. Asterix had always owned an insatiable curiosity. That’s why, right now, not knowing – not being able to find an explanation for what was happening – made him confused and scared. At least that was what the druid supposed it was happening to Asterix.

"Getafix…" Asterix suddenly said, pulling his head out of the druid's beard.

"What is it, little one?" Getafix asked with a smile on his face.

"I was wondering if I could go see my parents… I… I'm hungry," admitted the little Gaul timidly.

The village druid’s face paled noticeably at the mention of the little Gaul's parents. How was he going to tell him his parents weren't there? How would the child react to such news? But on the other hand, it wasn’t fair for Asterix to keep him in ignorance. No, sooner or later they would have to tell him the truth, even if it was painful for him. Still, Getafix decided to be as gentle as possible with how he said it.

"You see, little one… your parents… aren’t in the village at the moment…"

"What?!" Asterix asked with a shrill shriek.

Asterix’s scream caused both Obelix and Dogmatix to wake up suddenly. The great Gaul looked at his surroundings in confusion. Then his eyes widened and immediately rushed towards the bed where Asterix was, with Dogmatix very close to him. The little puppy climbed onto the Gaul's bed and whimpered as if to indicate he didn’t want to see his owner's best friend sad. Then Obelix asked worriedly:

"Asterix, are you alright? Does something hurt?”

"...No, nothing hurts… I'm fine…" answered Asterix, clearly surprised and at the same time scared by the presence of the red-haired Gaul, whom until now he hadn’t noticed.

For Obelix to see his friend afraid of him… it was a hard blow. He’d never have imagined one of the people closest to him could be afraid of him. Slowly he stepped back and stared at the two Gauls in front of him with deep sadness. Dogmatix looked back and forth between Asterix and his owner, not knowing exactly who to go with.

Getafix gazed upon Obelix with understanding. He knew the menhir carver must be going through a moment almost as difficult as that of Asterix himself. He looked down at the Gaul boy again and said:

"Asterix, you have nothing to fear, he is Obelix, and he has helped me to take care of you tonight… as I’ve already told you, your parents aren’t here. They… they had to go on a trip and they asked me to take care of you. Obelix was helping me. That's why he's here.”

The blond Gaul looked Obelix up and down. He wore the same clothes as his best friend, but much bigger than his. He had the same hairstyle as him, although the man in front of him had a mustache, something that neither Obelix nor he still had. Asterix was confused, the Gaul in front of his eyes was just like his best friend… only much bigger than him and also… they both had the same name.

"Getafix, I don't get it… why’s he have the same name as my friend Obelix? And how come you trust him so much? I never saw this man before… yesterday was the first time."

"Well, you see, Asterix… he actually is Obelix, your best friend…" said Getafix, knowing there was no other way to tell the little Gaul the truth.

Asterix's eyes widened as he heard the words of his druid. His gaze shifted from Getafix to Obelix several times, trying to discover if what he was saying was true or if they were only trying to play a joke on him. But when he found no trace of lie on their faces, his breathing hitched, like he was panicking.

"What? No! By Tutatis! That’s not true! You’re lying!” Asterix began to scream, his mind was confused, and Getafix’s statement along with the expression of the two adults weren’t helping him. A sudden headache attacked him, so the boy brought both hands to the sides of his head trying to stop that pain. But his efforts were futile, and soon tears began to flow again from his eyes.

Getafix saw Asterix's reaction and immediately regretted telling him. Perhaps it would have been better to wait a little while for everyone to get used to the new situation. But now the damage was done, and they should find a way to solve the problem.

For his part, Obelix's heart broke seeing his friend in such a situation. He would gladly switch places with Asterix, since he knew very well that as a child, he himself, unlike Asterix, hadn’t been one of the cleverest boys there had ever been, and he hadn’t been one of the most adventurous. Surely, he wouldn’t be suffering as much as the blond Gaul was. On impulse, Obelix approached Asterix and hugged him gently. Surrounding him with his huge arms and whispered:

"Asterix, it's me, Obelix… please don't cry… we'll find a way to fix all this…"

"No… please… stop talking…" Asterix said. It was very difficult for him to accept the one who was speaking to him was actually his best friend.

Then something happened that no one present would have imagined: the guts of the menhir dealer protested their hunger, demanding the great Gaul for food… and abundant food, apparently.

Asterix parted in surprise from Obelix's embrace with a surprised expression. Obelix blushed, slightly embarrassed by the noise his body had just made.

The blond Gaul looked at the menhir deliverer. Then a shy smile appeared at the corners of his lips that progressively evolved into laughter.

Both Getafix and Obelix, along with Dogmatix, were surprised at the reaction of the little Gaul. They looked at him and then they looked at each other. Finally, they did the only thing they could think of: They joined Asterix in his laughter.

When Asterix managed to control himself, his headache was practically gone… at least for now. Then, he looked at Obelix, and with the smile still adorning his face, said:

"By Tutatis, are you hungry, too?"

Obelix looked at his friend, and for a moment it seemed that he had recovered the old Asterix. Then, blushing even more at the question, he timidly agreed. Obelix didn’t think he was capable of getting the words out of his mouth.

"Then let's have breakfast," said little Asterix happily. He got out of bed and started running towards the stairs. He was wearing the same clothes as the previous day. Obelix hadn’t dared to change his clothes fearing to wake him up. His clothes grew too big, and Asterix tripped and fell flat on the floor with a thud.

Getafix, seeing what happened with the Gaul boy, rushed to his side to see if Asterix had been hurt. But instead of crying, the blond Gaul was laughing once again. Internally, the old druid was happy about it. He hated to see any of those whom he considered his friends… his family, sad. Especially someone like Asterix, who by his way of being, had become one of the most respected people in the whole village… and maybe part of the world.

Despite his short stature, or perhaps precisely because he was short, his other attributes were more noticeable in everyone’s eyes. Getafix couldn’t say it with certainty… but, something he could say, is he would never give up all those years he spent next to the blond Gaul, next to Obelix, or next to any of the other villagers in town. They were all, and always would be, part of his life.

"Are we going, Getafix, or not?" Asterix asked, eager to eat.

"What? Ah yes, yes, we’re going. Let's not make our stomachs wait any longer,” replied the town druid.

When the three Gauls descended together with Dogmatix, Obelix offered to prepare the food. Just then, a woman unknown to the little Gaul appeared at the door of the cabin.

"Hello? Good morning Getafix, good morning Obelix, and good morning Asterix,” greeted the new arrival.

"Good morning," Obelix and Getafix replied at the same time. Asterix, meanwhile, stared at the woman not knowing what to say.

"Getafix, who’s this lady?" Asterix asked, looking at the brown-haired woman in a green dress at the door of his house.

"You see, she's –"

"Ah, he's so cute! I’m Mrs. Geriatrix,” said the woman, cutting off the druid and introducing herself. Asterix's eyes widened and he stared at the newcomer almost in disbelief. Then he looked at Getafix and said:

"By Belenos! I didn’t think it was possible for Mr. Geriatrix to get married!" Asterix spoke again genuinely amazed.

Now it was Obelix and Getafix's turn to open their eyes wide to the boy's comment and they instantly looked at the newly arrived woman slightly embarrassed by what the blond Gaul had just said, but Mrs. Geriatrix seemed to take it well. She approached Asterix and knelt before him. Then she said softly:

“Yes, I am Geriatrix’s wife, and despite the age difference that separates us, I love him very much, and nothing in the world will make me change this love I feel for him. But that isn’t the reason why I have come," she said. "I’m here to make you new clothes, because it’s clear you cannot go with what you’re wearing."

Asterix looked at himself at that moment, and his face turned redder than that of a tomato. No one except his mother had seen him without clothes. And now there was a woman he didn't know who said she was going to make new clothes for him. This meant for the little Gaul, she was going to see him without clothes. Asterix didn’t want that. He wanted his mother! It was she who had always made clothes for him.

"I want my Mom," he said in a whisper.

"Excuse me, little one, what did you say?" Mrs. Geriatrix asked, not understanding what he’d said.

"I want my Mom." Asterix repeated a little louder.

"But Asterix, your Mom –"

"No! I want my Mom!” the blond Gaul suddenly shouted.

Getafix decided to intervene before the situation could get worse. He approached Mrs. Geriatrix and said:

"My good lady, I think right now isn’t a good time. Asterix hasn’t yet had breakfast. Perhaps we can talk about it later, when our young friend has eaten, if that's okay with you.”

The woman in the green dress considered this for a moment and then said:

"We could also do this: I can take measurements of Asterix now and I’ll make him clothes while he has breakfast. This way, when he finishes, I’ll probably have finished sewing and he’ll have new clothes."

The village druid opened his mouth to refuse the offer, but closed it again when he realized this was indeed the best option.

"Well, truth be told, this is a good idea."

"But I…" began the little Gaul, who was very aware of what the two adults said. He sincerely hoped Getafix would be able to make the woman leave. But now he wasn’t so sure.

The old druid knelt in front of Asterix and looked him straight in the eye. Then he said softly:

"Yes, I know you want your mother to do it. But as I’ve already told you, she isn’t here at the moment… Mrs. Geriatrix is a good woman, you’ll see that you’ll be fine with her."

Asterix stared at the ground for a while and then nodded slowly. He knew Getafix was right, but he didn’t like the situation at all.

Getafix smiled slightly at his small triumph, then got up and said to the brown-haired woman:

"Perhaps it’s better for you to go upstairs to take measurements of this little one. This way nobody will bother you."

Mrs. Geriatrix nodded in agreement with the druid's decision. She held out her hand to Asterix who first looked at her and then hesitantly took it. He wasn't sure he wanted to go with her, despite having agreed to what Getafix was saying. To be honest, the little Gaul didn’t feel like going with the unknown woman upstairs. But he decided to think that while Getafix and Obelix were downstairs, nothing would happen to him. Lady and boy went upstairs to the top floor, leaving the rest of the occupants on the ground floor.

It was still very difficult for the little Gaul to accept this big red-haired Gaul with Getafix was actually his friend. But he knew Getafix would never tell him a lie like that. Besides… that Gaul was certainly very similar to Obelix, so there seemed to be no reason not to believe it was really him… yet he still had a hard time accepting it as an irrefutable truth. Besides… if Obelix had grown older, that meant his other friends were probably older now, too. Why? Perhaps it had something to do with the fact he couldn't remember anything from two days ago? Could that also explain his strange dreams? All these questions and many more filled the mind of the young Gaul, and he hoped that in a short time they would all be answered.

There were also other questions that populated the blond Gaul’s mind. Who was he going to play with now? Should he make new friends? Would the other children accept him?

Getafix followed them with his eyes until they disappeared. So, to distract his mind from what was happening above their heads, Getafix decided to keep Obelix company while he was preparing breakfast for the three Gauls and for Dogmatix.

It was only when he was by his side that the old druid realized Obelix had blushed again. Intrigued by this fact, Getafix asked:

"Obelix, is something wrong?"

"What? Ah, no, no, it's just that seeing Asterix with Mrs. Geriatrix, well…”

"Yes?" Getafix asked again, wanting to know what Obelix tried to say.

“It has made me remember when she had to make clothes for me. I was also very embarrassed when I had to… you know…"

Getafix didn’t need more details to know what the menhir dealer meant.

"And now the same thing is happening to Asterix, even though he is a child…" continued the great Gaul. "I just hope that when Asterix gets back to the way he was before, he doesn’t remember any of this… well, that he won’t remember this part,” said the great Gaul, blushing even more than before.

Getafix nodded in understanding. It certainly wouldn’t be very pleasant for the blond warrior… discovering this fact when he returned to normal…

That reminded him… Getafix went to search the bag he had left hanging by the cabin door, just to make sure the canteen with the potion that caused all this trouble was still in there. After breakfast, he would return to his cabin and immediately start to work on an antidote for Asterix.

Once he was certain the canteen was still there, he returned to Obelix, who, for his part, had almost finished preparing everything. As soon as he had, the two Gauls brought the plates to the table and waited for Mrs. Geriatrix and Asterix to come down. Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long for that. Mrs. Geriatrix descended with Asterix just behind her. Then the brown-haired woman said goodbye and that she had what she needed and she’d get to work right away to have the clothes for the little Gaul ready as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, the blond Gaul went straight to the table to eat. He was certainly very hungry, which was understandable, since the boy hadn’t eaten anything in a day... well, except perhaps a little piece of bread and some water the Romans gave him to eat. It was either that or nothing.

Getafix and Obelix observed Asterix’s every move. The boy seemed to be in a good frame of mind, so they decided to talk about anything and everything, except the part of taking measurements for his clothes. Better not to relive the past, they both thought.

When everyone was sitting at the table, they began to eat. Asterix noticed the little dog that was at Obelix's feet eating from his own plate. The young Gaul quickly identified the animal as the dog that licked his face when they came to rescue him from the Romans’ hands.

Asterix looked again at the two adults who were sitting with him at the table and, clearing his throat, asked:

"Who… whose dog is this?"

The druid and the menhir dealer stopped eating and looked first at Dogmatix and then at Asterix. Then Obelix spoke up and said:

"This puppy is mine, and he’s called Dogmatix."

"Ahhhh, what a cute name! Hello Dogmatix!” said the little Gaul cheerfully.

Asterix remembered having seen his friend dragging a small wooden carving in the shape of a puppy several times, so he had no reason to doubt the truthfulness of Obelix's words. The truth was that this puppy looked a lot like the one the red-haired Gaul had in wood.

Dogmatix barked happily in response to the greeting of the little Gaul. Despite the fact Asterix didn’t remember him, the puppy was happy to see that he himself seemed friendly in the eyes of the Gaul boy.

"Do you like Dogmatix?" Obelix asked then.

Asterix looked at the menhir carver and with a broad smile, he nodded vigorously. Obelix looked at his pet again and bent down to pick him up from the ground, since the little puppy had already finished breakfast.

The great Gaul cradled Dogmatix in his big hands and immediately handed him to Asterix, saying:

"You can play with him whenever you want. He’s a good friend and he’ll never disappoint you."

Asterix held out his small hands and was thrilled when Obelix put Dogmatix in them. Then the blond Gaul brought him close to his chest and began to caress him. Immediately Dogmatix began to lick his face again, causing new laughter in the youngest Gaul.

Getafix had fun watching the scene, but he also knew they couldn't carry on entertaining themselves. There was a lot of work to do. So, although he didn't like being the one to end the fun, he said:

"Well, that's enough. Asterix, leave Dogmatix on the floor and finish your breakfast. When you’ve finished and you have your new clothes, you can play as much as you want with him."

The blond Gaul couldn’t suppress a groan of frustration, which caused slight giggles in both adults. The boy then left the puppy on the ground and continued eating faster than before so that he could play with Dogmatix as long as possible.

Getafix looked at Asterix and was inwardly glad the young Gaul seemed to be fine as long as he remained in this state, at least for now. Still, the old druid knew he must find a cure as soon as possible.

Welp, Overanxius isn’t going to leave so easily. Those can’t be good news, can they? Also, how many of you have realized what was I talking about? Oh, and now Asterix will have new clothes! Who wants to see Asterix with clothes that fit him perfectly? Also, I don’t know why, but I love every time I see Dogmatix with a child, and now that Asterix is a child, I wanted to see moments with those two too 😊I hope I won’t be the only one wanting this. 😉

Okay, after say that, I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I also would like to thank to all the people who’d read this story and: @elianemariane17 @theholypencil @alyxox02 @lilacivories @coconuttyglittersmurf for their likes

See you in the next chapter 😉

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pilyarquitect · 4 years ago

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Getafix’s mistake - Chapter 9. First assault

Well soooo, as I told you, you’ve to wait less time for the next chapter, it’s here! Okay so… I don’t know if you remember something Getafix said after rescuing Asterix and take him back to the village… well, in this chapter, I started the reason about why Getafix said that. And this explanation will also continue in future chapters. I really hope you all will like it. 😊 Also, I’ll be truly, truly, truly glad if you can leave some review – even if it’s a small one - sharing your thoughts about this story. 😊

Well, I’d like to give a special thanks to @drummergirl231-2 for helping me editing this story. I’m really, really, really grateful to her, she’s awesome!

Okay after say all this, here you have the fifth chapter of this story, I hope you all will like it!

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In the village square, everyone was trying to carry out their usual activities. Unhygienix was selling his fish. Fulliautomatix was hammering a piece of iron on his anvil. The iron that had been previously heated was beginning to take the form of a sword. The repeated blows were the usual accompaniment to the conversations that animated the village every morning. But this morning was notoriously different. The fish vendor screamed as usual, announcing his fish were fresh… but his voice sounded muffled and somewhat dark. Likewise, the smith's hammer’s blows seemed erratic and weaker than usual. It almost seemed everyone's mood was reflected in their actions.

And, to tell the truth, the general atmosphere among all was sad, and nobody dared to speak loudly about it. Only the children remained as always, since no one had told them what had happened to the blond warrior. Their parents had agreed to hide it from them so they would maintain their innocence. But apart from them, all the other inhabitants were dismayed by everything that had happened.

Besides Obelix and Getafix, only Mrs. Geriatrix had seen Asterix since his recent transformation. And she, despite knowing the blond Gaul was fine at least in health, didn’t want to spread the details of his condition, since frankly speaking, she herself didn’t know the nature of the Gaul’s real state.

Vitalstatistix had gone out for a walk – on his shield of course – like every morning, while his wife went shopping. The village chief saw the general condition of his subordinates and, unable to bear it any longer, called them to a meeting:

"My children, my friends, please abandon these sad and melancholy faces –"

"How can you say this, oh Vitalstatistix, our chief?” asked one of the villagers.

"Yes, especially after what has happened to Asterix?" added another.

"The gods have turned against us if they allow something like this to happen to one of us," said another from the crowd that now gathered around the leader.

"And we must not forget the Romans tried to take him away. How can we be sure they won’t try again?"

Vitalstatistix, from his shield, looked at each of those around him. They were right. Knowing one of their own could and surely was in grave danger didn’t bode well from the gods. And he couldn’t blame them for feeling how they felt. But on the other hand, as leader of the village, it was his obligation to ensure peace and if possible, to fight to maintain a positive attitude in difficult circumstances. In a word, he had the mission of keeping their hope alive.

Their village had faced many dangers in the past, even before Asterix took the position of the village's warrior. And the current situation – although really unforeseen – wasn’t very different from the previous ones. As long as they managed to keep the Gaul boy within the walls of the village, he would be safe from the Romans. Getafix would surely find a way to restore him to his previous state. Then everything would return to normal.

His people needed hope. Vitalstatistix knew it, and it was he who should instill this hope.

"I know very well the situation is delicate. But you shouldn’t be discouraged. Getafix will surely find a way to change Asterix back, and then everything will be as before. But until that happens, we must try to make our friend feel comfortable and happy, because surely, despite being a child, he must also be suffering… or at least all this must be very strange for him… do you understand?"

People looked at their chief with shame reflected in their eyes and a pang of guilt blossomed inside them. They knew the conflict with which they were dealing wasn’t easy. But they also knew it would be even more difficult for Asterix, since he was the main one affected by the whole matter, and surely the blond Gaul must be very confused, whether he showed it or not.

There were some who also began to imagine what Obelix must be suffering. Because it was no secret to anyone the two Gauls were inseparable friends. More than that, they were like brothers, so if something happened to either of them, the other was immediately by his side helping out in any way needed. It had always been that way. Ever since Obelix's accident with the village druid's pot when both Gauls were young, this bond grew even stronger.

"... We’ll do everything we can, oh Vitalstatistix, our chief." said Fulliautomatix on behalf of all the villagers.

"Yes, we’ll do what we can to make our friend comfortable," added Unhygienix. Like many others, the fishmonger felt great respect for Asterix. The small warrior, although short in stature, had always managed to keep his people and inhabitants out of danger.

Unhygienix remembered at that moment something that happened when they were children. It was Asterix and Obelix's third birthday, and everyone was preparing for this great event that only happened once a year.

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Flashback

Asterix and Obelix were sitting in the shade of a tree while everyone carried tables from here to there. Others were cooking the typical village dish, roasted wild boar. Naturally, Vanilla – Obelix’s mother – was the one who cooked them the best, so she was in charge of the food in general.

On the other hand, Astronomix and Obeliscodix, along with the other villagers, were in charge of preparing the tables and organizing everything under the careful direction of their wives, who wanted everything to be prepared perfectly.

The two friends watched the people fluttering from one side to the other with amusement. They were not yet old enough to fully understand what was going on. They did know, however, adults would celebrate something important, such as when they prepared a feast after attacking the Romans. Obelix suddenly looked at Asterix and said:

"If I have a dog one day, I’ll name him Dogmatikth."

His friend turned in surprise and asked:

"Why that name, Obelix?"

"Dunno. I like it." replied the red-haired boy with a distracted look.

Asterix thought about it for a few moments. He really knew his friend wanted to have a dog, and he could not deny the choice of name wasn’t bad. Actually, this was a pretty nice name, and it would be great to have a dog with that name. He looked again at the Gaul in the striped suit and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, it’s true. It's a perfect name, by Tutatis," he finally said.

"Of couwse it ith,” Obelix said again with a tone of satisfaction in his voice.

The two friends laughed at that. Then they saw how older children approached them. Among the multitude of Gaul children were Fulliautomatix, Unhygienix… and several more. Cacofonix also came, although a little apart from the others. His face reflected slight concern.

The newcomers stopped right in front of the two Gauls. Then Fulliatumatix stepped forward, and staring at Asterix, asked:

"By Belenos Asterix, why are you so short?"

The blond Gaul was surprised by this sudden question, so the only thing he could answer was:

"I dunno."

The older boys looked at each other and then one said:

"With that size you’ll never be able to do anything right."

"That's not true, by Tutatis!" Asterix replied angrily. He couldn't stand when they messed with him because of his size. He was short, yes, so what? That wasn’t a crime.

"Oh really? Can you reach to the table to eat?” Unhygienix asked with a slight mocking tone in his voice.

"...No" replied the Gaul boy, looking at the ground embarrassed. To be honest, Asterix’s parents had had to figure out a way for him to reach the table by himself, because the little Gaul was too stubborn to look for his own alternative.

"At your age I could reach it," said another of the Gauls.

Asterix clenched his hands into fists and began to tremble slightly. A sharp pain grew in his chest. It almost felt as if a thorn dug into his heart. It hurt so much it made him want to cry, although he did everything possible to prevent tears from escaping his eyes. He didn’t want to demonstrate weakness in front of older boys.

"Well that's not –" he tried to say, but the other children didn't give him the chance, because they started screaming:

"Asterix is a dwarf! Asterix is a dwarf!”

"Hey… you guys are going too far," Cacofonix tried to say, but the other children immediately silenced him. The boy, an aspiring bard, couldn’t stand it when someone messed with other children smaller and helpless.

Asterix, for his part, trembled even more than before. His knuckles turned white from the force he exerted in an attempt to control his anger. Then he screamed again saying:

"No! That’s not true!"

Obelix, who was next to Asterix, saw he had closed his eyes. He put his hand on his friend's shoulder and then realized that small drops of water, like shiny pearls, were forming at the corners of his eyes. This made the red-haired Gaul boy’s heart hurt. His friend was about to cry thanks to the older boys. Asterix hardly ever cried… only when something really serious happened. If that was a joke, it had gone too far, so he came to his friend's defense.

"Leave my fwiend alone, by Tutatith!"

"Don't butt in, fat boy. We’re talking to Asterix, not you," said another of the children.

"I'm not fat! Jutht a little plump,” replied the red-haired boy.

"Fulliautomatix, by Belenos, that’s enough," Cacofonix said again, trying to stop the discussion before it got even worse. But the blacksmith's son turned to the blond boy and said:

"Shut up, Cacofonix. Leave now if you don't wanna be here. Go away," He waved Cacofonix off, trying to get him to leave, and then turned back to the two younger Gauls and said:

"Where were we? Ah yes, Asterix is too short to do things right. He’s useless.”

"Take back what you said," Asterix whispered.

"What?" Fulliatomatix asked, surprised at the daring of the three-year-old boy.

"I said, take back what you said!" repeated the blond Gaul with a loud cry.

"Ekthactly!" added Obelix as a sign of support for his friend. Although he didn’t like fighting, he was going to defend his friend if anyone ever messed with him, no matter what.

"And what happens if I don't?" the smith's son asked again mockingly.

"You're gonna find out if I'm really useless!" Asterix replied. After saying these words, the youngest Gaul pounced on Fulliautomatix and began to hit him. The act took everyone by surprise. Asterix had never, EVER had a fight with anyone before. But without a doubt, what surprised them all most was that at that moment, the blond Gaul had tears in his eyes and falling down his face.

Even so, that didn’t prevent all the children from soon being absorbed in the fight. Although Obelix didn’t like to fight, this time he made an exception and fought alongside his friend. No one made fun of Asterix and got away with it if he could help it.

The fuss the children were making was enough for the adults to stop what they were doing and run to see what was going on. The scene they found surprised them. All the children were fighting, and Asterix – despite being probably the smallest, in age and height – was undoubtedly the one who was dealing the strongest blows, mainly against Fulliautomatix. The parents rushed to stop their children’s fight, and when everything had calmed down, the round of questions came. To avoid conflicts between the parents, those questions were carried out by the village druid:

"Let’s see, children, for the love of Tutatis, what happened?" he asked in a soft but authoritative voice.

"Well, the truth –" began Fulliautomatix, whose eye was starting to turn black.

"It was my fault!" said a voice suddenly.

Everyone present turned their gaze to the source of that voice, who turned out to be none other than Asterix.

"They made a little joke and…. I got very angry… I started the fight," explained the little Gaul. The other children, especially Obelix, opened their eyes wide in amazement. They couldn’t believe Asterix was going to bear all the blame when in fact he had been the victim of their teasing.

Getafix, for his part, saw the reaction of the other children, and adding this to the fact he doubted about Asterix’s guilt – especially for the traces of tears that were on the sides of his face – he crouched next to him, put a hand on his shoulder, and asked again:

"Are you sure about that, little one?"

"Yes, I am." replied the blond Gaul trying to sound as convincing as possible.

Getafix looked at him and raised an eyebrow in disbelief and with his free hand began to stroke his long beard. He decided for now he would let it go. But he also decided that later he’d have a deeper conversation with the three-year-old boy. This child seemed to be very mature for his age. The druid got up again, and addressing all the children, said:

"Well, this time, because of the day it is, we’ll let it pass. But don’t let this happen again, and that goes for everyone, understood?" He especially looked at Fulliautomatix and Unhygienix, who were the ones who always started fights or were at the center of them.

"Yes, Getafix," they all said in chorus.

The druid smiled sympathetically. In fact, they were all just like their parents. Any excuse was a good one to fight. He just wished these fights wouldn’t escalate in the future.

When Getafix and the other adults were satisfied, they all left. Then, the children turned to Asterix, and Fulliautomatix asked:

"Why? Why did you do that? Especially after how we treated you?”

The smaller Gaul shrugged and spoke to the others in a carefree voice:

"Because I want us to be friends and I don't think something like this has to stop us."

This answer again surprised everyone present. It was admirable that someone so small was able to so easily forgive and forget the injuries received just moments before, and that he spoke with that sincerity in his voice.

A feeling of guilt took hold of all of them. Then Unhygienix said:

"Oh Asterix… I’m sorry for what we said."

"Yes… now I see that we were going too far… sorry," said another of the children.

"Also, the fact you left Fulliautomatix's face like this shows you aren’t useless," added Cacofonix in a joking tone. But that only cost him a blow from the blacksmith's son.

Asterix then looked at Fulliautomatix, evaluating the damage he had caused him, and saw his practically black eye. He felt a wave of shame and shyly said:

"Sorry, Fulliautomatix. Did I hit you too hard?"

The smith's son rubbed his eye and other bruises that had come from the blows received. In truth, they hurt. But he played down their severity and said to the youngest Gaul:

"Oh, it's nothing. I deserve it… friends?"

He held out his hand to Asterix. The smaller boy looked at the outstretched hand towards him, then smiled and reaching out his own hand he grabbed Fulliautomatix's saying:

"Friends."

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Yes, without a doubt, that was the first time Asterix demonstrated his worth. He taught all of them a lesson. Even though they were older than him, he taught them that despite the difficulties – even when everything seemed to go wrong – there was always hope, and everything could improve.

It was from then on all of them began to admire and respect the young Gaul. During the banquet held in honor of the two littlest Gauls, all of them were delighted to see the smile on Asterix's face when he received a wooden sword made by Fulliautomatix’s father as a gift.

Obelix also received a gift, of course. His was a wooden carving in the shape of a puppy, painted white. From the little Gaul's reaction, it was clear to many there couldn’t be a better gift for the red-haired boy.

That day was forever etched in Unhygienix’s mind. Yes, by his way of being, Asterix earned the respect of the entire village over the years. The fishmonger had no doubt of that, and it wasn’t surprising now that he was in the situation he was in. They would all like to help in whatever way they could.

They would do whatever it took to keep Asterix safe from the Romans.

"Asterix is our friend, and he deserves that and much more," said the fish vendor.

"Yes, it’s true. He’s risked his life many times for us. We cannot abandon him right now," added Fulliautomatix.

"That's right, my friends," proclaimed Vitalstatistix. "But to help him, right now there is little we can do… we must try to continue with our lives. I know it’s difficult, but try to act normally."

"Yes chief," said several villagers at once.

"Very well, now leave everything –"

He hadn’t finished saying this when the shield under his feet gave way, and Vitalstatistix found himself on the ground with his cape covering his face.

"I didn't mean you!" he shouted to his bearers who, by leaving like the other villagers, had caused their chief to fall to the ground. But it was too late… the two villagers who usually carried Vitalstatistix’s shield were now far from the village leader. He sighed in frustration… always the same story. But if he wanted everyone to act normally, that was certainly a good start.

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Meanwhile in Asterix's cabin, after clarifying the story of Obelix and Dogmatix, the druid decided he had already wasted too much time there. The longer he was in the cabin, the less time he would be trying to find a cure for the warrior Gaul. So, although he felt bad doing so, he realized it was time to leave. With this thought in mind, he got up and said:

"Obelix, I have to go. I'll leave you in charge of Asterix. If you’ve any problem, let me know."

After those words, Getafix headed towards the entrance to the cabin. Asterix had been playing with Dogmatix again, but when he saw the druid was about to leave, he got up from the ground, held the puppy in his small arms, and ran to his side.

"Where are you going, Getafix?" he asked with a timbre of extreme curiosity in his voice.

"I'm going home, to work on my potions," replied the druid. He had almost forgotten how curious Asterix could be, regardless of his age.

"Ah, okay," said Asterix, more to himself. Then he added:

"Be careful, Getafix. I wouldn’t like something to happen to you."

The eyes of the town druid widened in amazement. Even though it was Asterix who was in a bad situation – albeit without realizing it – he still continued to care more about others than about himself. It was indeed an extremely rare quality… sometimes even among adults. But Asterix made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. Getafix smiled tenderly at the little Gaul, and stooping at his eye level, assured him:

"Asterix, you have a great heart. It’s undoubtedly a blessing from Belenos. But this crazy old man has gone through many things with his concoctions and potions. So, although I thank you, you don't need to worry about me. I’ll take the maximum of care,” and more now, with what I’ve caused, the old druid thought to himself.

Getafix got up again and exited the cabin, leaving Asterix, Obelix and Dogmatix behind. With hurried steps he went towards his house, without stopping to speak to anyone. It was essential he got to work as fast possible on a cure for the Gaul warrior.

When he reached his little sanctuary, he took the bag off his shoulder and removed the canteen with the potion that had caused all this mess. He immediately started working, firstly collecting all the ingredients he remembered having used in making this potion. Knowing what he had used, he could search for items to counteract the potion’s effects.

The old druid placed all the ingredients he remembered on the table… although, for some reason, he had the feeling some of the ingredients were missing. Even so, the druid didn’t despair, because thanks to Tutatis, and to many years of experience, he had acquired the habit of recording his progress and failures on a parchment he always left on the table...

Where was the parchment?

Getafix looked over the table… lifting each vial… each bunch of herbs… everything. He searched every inch of his work surface, looking for the document… but was unable to find it.

"Oh, for the love of Tutatis! Where can it be?” he said out loud while hitting the table with his clenched fist. How could he have lost such an important document? A jar of some kind of powder that had been sitting on the table toppled over from the blow of his fist and spilled over the surface.

"Oh no," the old druid groaned as he began to collect the dust before it spread everywhere and was more difficult to clean.

There was an owl in the cabin that had made one of the rafters its home. The small animal observed the frustrated druid’s situation, and then realized at the bearded man’s feet was a long, thin object. This object seemed to be important to the cabin’s owner who allowed him to live there. He flew to ground level, and with one of his claws, picked it up and dropped it on the table.

Getafix looked surprised at first at the parchment that now lay on the table. Then he smiled, and looking at his "guest," said:

"Thank you very much my friend."

The owl hooted in response. To tell the truth, he liked being able to help the man. He had always been very kind to him. From the first moment Getafix discovered him inside his cabin, he allowed him to stay and never shooed him out. Also, the owl sometimes found the druid leaving him some food that he ate gratefully.

Yes, it could be said the winged animal practically considered Getafix his owner, and he lived happily at his side.

Getafix didn’t mind the owl’s presence in his house. To be honest, he appreciated it. Thanks to the owl he could enjoy a little company, and on some occasions, such as a few moments ago, the small animal was even helpful.

Focusing again on the task at hand, the village druid carefully examined the scroll, looking for the last notes he had made. It wasn't long before he found what he was looking for, and he immediately checked the ingredients he had written on the parchment one by one to make sure they were all on the table.

After the count, he concluded he was missing a couple of ingredients that, to his dismay, weren’t among his reserves. He would have to go to the forest to find what he lacked. It seemed the gods were making him pay dearly for his mistake.

Getafix sighed in frustration. This would be the third time in two days that he went to the forest. Actually, he had misgivings about going there… at least in these moments, when Asterix… and all the villagers were still trying to adapt to their new situation. But on the other hand, if he postponed his excursion to the great tree space, then little Asterix was in more danger. If he became a prisoner of the Romans again, the old druid would never forgive himself.

It was close to noon when Getafix made the decision to go to the forest. If he hurried, he could be back and continue working in a short time. The druid couldn’t believe he had spent almost the entire morning at his friend's house. Actually, time flies when you enjoy the company. In addition to him being one of his best friends, it turns out time seems to go even faster with Asterix as a little boy, due to all the antics of the young Gaul.

The man in the red cloak had already collected all the necessary materials to go looking for what he needed and had deposited them in the bag he hung on his shoulder. How many times had he gone to collect his ingredients with that bag? It was practically his faithful travel companion, along with his golden sickle… the sickle he received when he received the title of druid. And although that had happened many years ago, Getafix remembered it as if it had been yesterday.

The druid emerged from his cabin and headed towards the village entrance. During the tour, Panacea met him along with her husband Tragicomix. Both Gauls had come to spend some time in the village. Panacea's father had caught a cold and so far had been unable to fully recover. For this reason, the young woman decided to come and take care of her father until he was well again. Tragicomix had offered to accompany his wife and help her in any way necessary.

"Hello Getafix, oh druid, where are you going?" asked the woman with the long blonde hair.

"Hello, little one. I'm going to the forest for a moment to look for something I need," said Getafix almost without stopping, time was of the essence for him, and he couldn't waste it talking to anyone.

"Oh, by Tutatis, and that something can't wait, oh druid?" Tragicomix intervened, putting one of his strong hands on Getafix's shoulder.

"I'm afraid not." replied the druid. He was somewhat annoyed he had been forced to stop, but tried to hide it as best he could.

"Sorry Getafix, but I'm afraid it's dangerous to leave right now," replied the young Gaul with a look of determination but mixed with some concern.

"I’m aware of this. But if we want everything to return to normal, it is essential that I go and find the ingredient that I’m missing," explained the druid. He wanted to continue his mission as soon as possible. He couldn't waste any more time.

"If you wish, oh druid, I can go find them," Tragicomix offered. The young Gaul had great respect for Asterix, as he and Obelix had once saved him and Panacea. Everyone knew the village druid was doing everything possible to help Asterix return to his original state, so Tragicomix thought if there was anything he could do to help, it would be a way to return the favor to Asterix and Obelix.

"I thank you, Tragicomix, but I doubt you could recognize what I need. Also, your place is here, with your wife," explained the druid.

It wasn’t that Getafix wanted to reject the young man's help, but the knowledge of the different kinds of plants, as well as their medicinal, “magical”, or poisonous properties… wasn’t something acquired immediately. It required years and years of practice and manipulation.

"... Okay, but be careful, oh druid," Tragicomix finally said when he saw Getafix was right. He just wished nothing happened to the druid while he was in the forest.

"Tragicomix is right, Getafix, be careful," added Panacea, joining the conversation again.

She also wanted to be able to help in any way necessary. In fact, she had thought about visiting the Gaul boy at some point during the day.

"Thank you, I'll be careful," answered the village druid sincerely. He honestly appreciated the displays of affection and concern the villagers showed. That made it very clear that this was the place he belonged… this and no other.

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Deep in the forest, Getafix entered a very thick and poorly lit area, because it was there the plant he needed grew.

Despite the fact the druid liked to walk through the forest, today he felt something was strange. He couldn’t pinpoint it, but a feeling of danger was torturing him, making him hyper vigilant… constantly taking stock of everything around him. For some strange reason, Getafix had the feeling something was going to happen if he didn't hurry. He quickened his pace and advanced as fast as he could to his destination.

When he got there, it wasn't long before he found the plant he was looking for. He bent down and used his sickle to cut several stems of the plant. When he judged he had enough, he carefully packed the stems into his bag and hung the sickle back on his belt.

In Getafix's mind, the worst part had already passed. Now all that remained was to return to the village. With that thought, the druid headed back to his home. As he approached the village, that horrible feeling of imminent danger didn’t fade. On the contrary, it seemed it was growing, and the white bearded man couldn’t understand why.

Suddenly, as Getafix was crossing a clearing, he reached a point where the ground beneath his feet gave way inexplicably and he felt as though the earth was swallowing him up. He fell into a hole he hadn’t noticed. But the strangest thing was, he didn’t reach the ground… but was caught in a… net!

At that moment reality collided with him. The overwhelming sense of danger… it was the Romans! They had set a trap for him, and he had fallen into it like a boar. But this wasn’t what worried Getafix the most… no, what worried him most was that if they caught him, how could he return Asterix to his normal size?

"Well, well, well, it looks like we've caught a druid, haven’t we, guys?" said one of the legionaries who until that moment had been hidden in the bushes.

"Yes, it seems," said another in a mocking tone.

"By Tutatis! You cannot hold me forever!” Getafix said furiously.

"Oh, we already know, but we’ll take advantage of every moment we have, I assure you, druid," a voice suddenly said. The owner of this one slowly approached the hole until Getafix could see him. He was a Roman dressed too elegantly to be a soldier. That could only mean he was likely an envoy from Rome, and more likely, he was the one who suggested taking Asterix there.

That thought made the druid's blood begin to boil with rage. To think Asterix could have ended up in the capital of the Empire, under the yoke of Julius Caesar… luckily, they’d managed to rescue him.

"Well soldiers, take the druid and let's go back to the camp. The time has come to start the next phase of the plan."

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And here ends this chapter. I know it seems a cliché, Getafix being captured by the Romans, but unlike other times, this time Asterix is a child, so who will rescue him? What will do the other Gauls once they notice Getafix’s absence? I’ve a lot of things prepared can you guess what will happen? If you’ve suggestions, don’t doubt to share them. I’d love to hear your thoughts about this story. 😉

See you in the next chapter 😉

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See you in the next chapter 😉

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Okay, after say that, I really hope you’ll all enjoy this chapter, I also would like to thank to all the people who’d read this story and: @elianemariane17 @theholypencil @alyxox02 @lilacivories @coconuttyglittersmurf@alternaterobin2336 @transparenthairdoturtlemuffin for their likes

See you in the next chapter 😉

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Getafix’s mistake - Chapter 10. Launch time

Okay, I almost forget to update the chapter today, almost. Fortunately, I realized today was my updating day, so here I bring you the next chapter of this Asterix story, I really hope you’ll all like it. 😊

In my opinion, Cacofonix is one of the most forgotten Gauls in the village, so I tried to give him good moments in this story. In this chapter, you’ve some of those moments 😊

Well, I’d like to give a special thanks to @drummergirl231-2 for helping me editing this story. I’m really, really, really grateful to her, she’s awesome!

Okay after say all this, here you have the fifth chapter of this story, I hope you all will like it!

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“Well children, classes are over, you may go now,” said Cacofonix when it was time to finish.

Upon hearing this, the children immediately picked up their belongings, and in less than a minute not a single student remained on the school grounds. This didn’t surprise Cacofonix… they always did the same thing. And when he and the others were kids, most of them did it, too. Truth be told, he, Asterix, and Obelix were usually the last to leave school – Obelix because he waited for Asterix, and the two blond Gauls because they always had questions for Getafix. There was no doubt the two Gauls had a greater thirst for knowledge than the other children, which, as the druid told them on several occasions, was an extraordinary habit. He encouraged them to continue growing in it.

The bard also collected his own belongings, while thinking about his own school years. He made his way to his cabin, where he’d begun to live shortly after starting his career as a bard. He dropped off everything he’d used to teach his classes, and when he finished, he went straight to Asterix’s cabin to see how the blond warrior was. It was already close to noon, so he supposed Asterix and Obelix would soon be eating.

On the way from his house to Asterix's, he seriously thought about what he was going to say. He didn’t know if any of the other Gauls had gone to see the blond warrior. He only knew the case of Mrs. Geriatrix, but she went to take care of the needs of the little Gaul… it was different. Furthermore, Mr. Geriatrix – like Impedimenta – wasn’t born in the village. She had been born in a town near Lutetia, and at the crossroads of fate, she ended up in the village and fell in love with the last person that any of the villagers could have imagined, the old Geriatrix. It was a surprise for everyone, but at the same time they were happy for both of them. It was obvious Mrs. Geriatrix loved her husband, and Geriatrix did everything possible to make his wife happy. It was really nice; it was true love.

When the bard reached Asterix's cabin, he stood at the door. He didn’t know what to do… he didn’t dare to enter without an invitation. What if he scared the boy? That was the last thing he wanted. He had never liked to see a child scared or crying, especially if it was his fault.

Cacofonix could hear barking mixed with laughter from within. Asterix was undoubtedly having fun with Dogmatix, the bard supposed. Perhaps it would be better to come at another time, and not interrupt the child's play.

The laughter stopped and was followed by Obelix's voice and Asterix's response. Both voices were muffled by the door, so the bard couldn't understand what they were saying. Cacofonix decided it would be better to leave, he didn’t want to bother, and at the moment, he believed he was only going to be that… a bother.

Then, when he was about to leave, the cabin’s door opened, revealing a surprised Obelix with little Asterix on his shoulders and Dogmatix sitting comfortably in his large arms.

"By Tutatis, Cacofonix, what are you doing here?" asked the menhir deliverer after recovering from the initial surprise. He certainly didn’t expect to find someone behind the door.

"Is this Cacofonix?" Asterix asked. From his voice tone, he seemed somewhat surprised.

"Yes, yes, he is," Obelix replied with a smile.

"I… well, I… no, I wasn’t… I mean, I was leaving," said the bard trying to sneak away from there. Perhaps it had been a mistake to come. What was Asterix going to think of him? This could be very confusing… more than the whole situation was for him already.

"Actually… I’d like you to stay," Obelix said, holding back the blond man. In fact, the menhir carver deeply appreciated meeting the bard there. If not, he would have been forced to take Asterix with him, risking losing sight of him… something Obelix didn’t want to happen for the world.

Not knowing exactly why, a little fear entered Cacofonix’s mind hearing these words. So, intrigued he asked:

"By Belenos, Obelix, has something happened?"

The menhir deliverer opened his eyes wide and immediately said:

"No, no, nothing has happened. It's just that I need someone to watch Asterix while I go to get something to eat,” explained the red-haired Gaul. He would never have forgiven himself if it were his fault something happened to his best friend.

Hearing Obelix's explanation, the bard was surprised. Go looking for food? Why? What need was there for the great Gaul to do such a thing?

"What? Isn't there anything here?” he asked intrigued.

"No… Asterix went to the forest to hunt yesterday, but he didn’t get anything. And on top of that, there was what happened with that potion, and he was captured by the Romans… so no, there is nothing to eat," explained Obelix. Honestly, he could understand the bard's confusion. He wasn’t as close to Asterix as the red-haired Gaul. He couldn't blame him for not knowing something like that.

"That makes sense… and what will you do? Go to the forest to hunt?” He regretted asking that almost instantly. Knowing the Romans had attempted to take Asterix to Rome, it was unlikely… no, impossible, Obelix thought of taking his friend to the forest… at least not until the effects of the village druid's potion reversed.

"Oh no, by Tutatis! I can't be gone that long! I’ll take wild boars from my special reserve,” Obelix answered with a slight touch of fear in his voice. Not even for a second had the great Gaul thought of taking Asterix into the forest. By Belenos, that would be foolhardy.

Despite Cacofonix's blunder, the menhir dealer didn’t appear to be angry, much to the bard's delight. Even among the villagers, it wasn’t a good idea to make Obelix angry. They knew the great Gaul would never intentionally harm them, but even so, with him being permanently under the influence of the magic potion, it was… risky to make him angry.

“I understand… I’m sorry for what I said… so you want me to keep an eye on Asterix while you are away. Is that it?" the bard guessed in summary of everything they had said.

"Oh, don't worry about it, and, exactly. I need you to keep an eye on Asterix. Would you do me that favor?” Obelix asked.

"Of course, but… wouldn't it be easier to take him to your house and cook there?" the bard reasoned.

"I had thought about it… but I think it’s better for Asterix to be in a place he knows better – that is, his cabin," replied the menhir dealer. Being honest, he didn’t remember much of what he did when they were three years old. But he was sure that at that time, Asterix didn’t come to his house as often as when they were somewhat older.

"You are absolutely right… okay, I’ll keep an eye on Asterix until you return," the bard concluded. To be honest, Cacofonix was flattered that the menhir dealer entrusted him with the task of watching over the Gaul boy.

"Obelix, Obelix," Asterix suddenly intervened. Until now, he had remained silent.

"Yes Asterix?" the red-haired Gaul asked softly. Seeing Asterix so small and innocent almost made Obelix feel like a father. Was this how his parents had felt when he was born?

Obelix looked at the little Gaul who in turn was looking at him with a big smile on his face. Then the boy excitedly said:

"Tell Cacofonix to eat with us, please!”

This plea caught the two adult Gauls by surprise, especially Obelix. Had his best friend really just asked him to invite a stranger over for lunch? Although of course, Cacofonix wasn’t a stranger, and Asterix had already recognized him, so… actually, he was inviting a friend. Also, the menhir dealer recalled that the bard had always gotten along very well with the two of them, especially since the day they had their first fight. So why not? In fact, since Asterix had the initiative to invite a friend to lunch, perhaps it meant little by little he was going back to being the same as before… or at least, Obelix hoped he was.

"... Eh ... okay Asterix," said the great Gaul. Then he turned to the bard and asked:

"Cacofonix, would you like to eat with us?"

The newly appointed babysitter snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing Obelix's words. He had also been sincerely surprised by the request of the little Gaul. Actually, he’d imagined Asterix wouldn’t relate too much to the others, since his friends were all adults now, and he was the only child. Surely that must have been overwhelming for the boy. But it was undeniable Cacofonix was pleased Asterix himself requested the bard to accompany them for the meal. So, he smiled tenderly and replied:

"It’ll be a pleasure, thanks.”

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Getafix was worried… very, very worried, actually. Right now, he was in Totorum's camp tied to a wooden table inside a tent. From his position, he could see a pair of legionaries guarding the entrance.

If he didn't manage to escape soon, the other Gauls would soon notice his absence and would probably go looking for him in the forest, leaving the village with less protection and therefore more vulnerable to possible attacks… and the possibility of the Romans taking Asterix again! That was something the druid couldn’t allow.

"Hello druid, I hope you are comfortable," said Overanxius, entering the tent with a huge smile on his face.

Getafix looked at the newcomer with a stern, rather furious expression on his face and asked as dryly as possible:

"What do you plan to do, Roman?"

The Roman senator pretended to be amazed by the question. Then he crossed his arms and with a touch of admiration also feigned in his voice said again:

"Oh, straight to the point, right? They had already told me that you aren’t one of those who beat around the bush.”

The old druid frowned. He couldn’t bear to be mocked, and this man, clearly an enemy, was certainly no exception. It only made the feeling intensify in the druid’s heart.

"I don't care what they have said about my way of proceeding. I care more about what that wicked mind may be scheming, by Tutatis."

This Roman didn’t inspire confidence… none at all. He was afraid of what he might have planned.

The Roman envoy paced the tent with his hands clasped behind his back. As he walked, he was talking… more to himself than Getafix, actually.

"Ah, why tell my prisoner about my plans?"

Then he looked at the tied druid again and cheerfully said:

"The only thing you are allowed to know about my plan, druid, is that very soon you’ll no longer be alone. I wait for another… guest."

Getafix's eyes widened. He didn’t need to be very smart to know who the Roman was referring to as another guest. Almost instantly, all the fear the old druid felt was transformed into hatred… hatred against that particular Roman. He knew the rest of the legionaries only carried out orders from this Machiavellian man.

Looking Overanxius directly in the eyes, he practically shouted at him:

"You won’t dare Roman; I can assure you if you go after him, a force you cannot even imagine will come for you."

The reaction of the Roman senator surprised Getafix, because the man began to laugh out loud, as though he knew something the druid didn’t. When the man's laughter subsided, he spoke again. His voice still held that jovial tone, as if he wasn't afraid of whatever could happen, taking Asterix like that.

"Oh, you mean that chubby Gaul? I very much doubt he’ll decide to attack me as long as I have a sword against his little friend's neck, by Jupiter.”

Now the village druid’s expression changed again from fury to pure horror. By Tutatis, this man was completely crazy! And what was worse, if he really did what he had just said, it would be very, very bad for Obelix. That would destroy him, and Getafix was sure he would never be the same.

"You are despicable, Roman," he hissed. Honestly, he had to make great efforts not to say worse insults. But despite what the druid had just said, Overanxius didn’t seem to care. Moreover, it almost seemed as if he had been flattered.

"I know, that's why I'm a senator," he said with the same smile on his face. Then, the Roman envoy departed from the tent, leaving the druid alone again.

After visiting the druid from the village of the indomitable, Overanxius headed to the Centurion's tent. He still had details to finalize, especially if he wanted his plan to succeed. He had to act quickly. Time was money. When he entered the space reserved to Caius Marsupialus, he found him reading what appeared to be small tablets. He immediately became interested and approached the camp leader to find out what it was.

"What is that, Centurion?" asked the newcomer.

"The responses of the other camps to your request to attack the Gaul village, Senator," replied Caius Marsupialus as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Really? By Minerva, that's excellent! Well? What do they say?" Overanxius was excited to discover the other camps had already answered his requests. Naturally, he hoped everyone agreed with his plan.

"They all give the same answer. They consider this plan is crazy and it involves too great a risk to accept it,” explained the Centurion in a bored voice. It almost seemed the camp leader had been expecting the rest of the Roman fortifications to give this answer and refuse to participate.

"What does that mean, exactly? By Jupiter!” replied Caesar's envoy, although to tell the truth, he already imagined what the refusal of the rest of the camps meant. His demeanor changed from unwavering optimism to total fury in less than two seconds.

"It means we are alone in this, and that the other camps aren’t willing to help us," Caius Marsupialus said again. He was also beginning to get fed up with this situation. Why had he been in the middle of all this trouble? The gods must be having a lot of fun because of his problems. What had he done to them to deserve all this?

"By Neptune! This is unacceptable! It is insubordination!” Overanxius complained. How was it possible that soldiers who had sworn allegiance to Rome disobeyed a direct order? What had happened to them during this time in Gaul? Where was the valor they displayed when leaving the capital for these lands? Now they were just a group of chickens, afraid of a few peasants.

"Is this my fault? I have carried out your orders in everything. I don't know what else I can do,” said Caius Marsupialus again. Actually, right now he wished he could be the Centurion from any of the other three camps, not from Totorum.

The Roman envoy looked at the centurion, barely containing his anger, and although he knew the man in front of him was the only one paying attention to him, he couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity, so he said plainly and simply:

"Go ahead with the plan, Centurion."

"What?! Without the support of the other camps? That's crazy!" protested the camp leader. Even assuming they had the support of the other camps, the plan was risky. But doing it alone… there was a clear difference between recklessness and insanity and it was clear the senator was asking them to cross that line and commit the greatest insanity of all… something that Caius Marsupialus wasn’t willing to do, much less force his men to do. On the other hand, the Roman senator didn’t seem to take the camp leader's comment very well, and he threatened him angrily:

“I have said to go ahead with the plan, Centurion. Otherwise, you will end up in the circus arena with the lions.”

In the senator's opinion, he wasn't asking these legionaries that much. He just wanted to create a distraction so that in the meantime, a group of men could infiltrate the village and capture the Gaul boy… it wasn't too much to ask, was it? Especially when the worst part, which was capturing the druid, was already done. Without the bearded man, the rest of the village would be vulnerable. And if they also seized the Gallic warrior before he regained his original appearance, they could almost say they had assured victory. They could finally defeat the invincible Gauls. How can the other camps say that it was too great a risk? What is a risk is not trying. The more time they lost, the more likely the senator's plans could go wrong.

"And why don't you say the same to the other centurions? What have I done to you to deserve this?” Caius Marsupialus said again. He was fed up with being the one to put up with all the ideas the Roman envoy could think of, as well as his outbursts of anger.

Right now, he seemed obsessed with capturing Asterix. They already had the druid, didn’t they? Without him, the blond warrior couldn’t regain his real age, and therefore the Gauls would be devoid of the intelligence and courage of that Gaul.

But even so, the issue of the chubby Gaul was still pending. The Centurion wasn’t sure his men could resist long enough to keep that Gaul distracted while searching and capturing Asterix… that was impossible! It was certain Obelix would defeat them all in the blink of an eye… he didn’t need the rest of the villagers’ help. That being the case, how could the Centurion carry out the orders of the man in front of him without risking his life and that of his legionaries?

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It was clear Asterix was happy. Finally there was an adult ready to play with him! It wasn't that he didn't like being with Getafix and Obelix, but they both had been very reluctant to play with him, and it wasn't much fun. On the other hand, Cacofonix, from the moment Obelix left him under his charge, had been playing with him the entire time. That was much more interesting for Asterix than what he had done all morning. There was a time when the bard offered to sing for him, but the boy refused. He preferred to play than to listen to songs.

Cacofonix at first seemed a little offended for not being able to demonstrate his talent to the Gaul boy, but despite everything, it was clear the bard liked children. And he was very good at taking care of them. In addition, the blond man knew a lot of fun games they didn’t need to go outside to play, which made it easier for the bard to have the Gaul boy “under control.”

At this time the two Gauls were playing menhir, parchment or sword while Obelix was in charge of preparing the boars to eat. Dogmatix had been allowed to go outside to do what a dog has to do, but now he was back in the house sitting next to his owner and wagging his tail animatedly.

Obelix was about to finish cooking the third boar. He still had a couple more to prepare, since he always ate at least three boars.

Asterix had just won another round against Cacofonix, and the bard realized despite being three years old, the little Gaul already had an admirable mind of a strategist. It was funny he didn't remember something like this when they were both children. They had always played together, but now he realized when they played Romans against Gauls, the team Asterix was on always won. This ability to anticipate the movements of his opponents was probably what had led him to victory in his games on multiple occasions.

Asterix looked as if he was tired of playing menhir, parchment, or sword, so he turned his gaze to the red-haired Gallic who was currently pulling the third boar out of the fire. He got up and ran to his side, then asked:

"Obelix, have you finished? I'm hungry."

"It won’t take me much longer, Asterix. Soon we’ll be able to sit down and eat. Don't be impatient,” replied the great Gaul. Being honest, he was hungry too, but he couldn't show a childish attitude in front of Asterix. At least not for now. Asterix needed someone who was strong in every way… someone he could turn to if he felt scared, alone, lost, or confused… and Obelix had to be that someone.

"Okay," said Asterix a little discouraged. He wanted to eat as soon as possible.

Cacofonix rose from where he was and approached the two Gauls. He looked at them amused, because as far as he knew, the situation was usually the opposite of the one that appeared before his eyes. To distract little Asterix and allow Obelix to finish preparing the meal, he asked the menhir dealer:

"Obelix, do you want us to set the table?"

"You’d do me a great favor, by Tutatis. Thank you, Cacofonix," replied the red-haired Gaul. Thanks to Cacofonix’s offer, he could focus solely on the task of cooking. The bard waved his hand as if to dismiss the matter as he said:

"Oh, there is no need, by Belenos. After all, it is my way of thanking your kindness by inviting me to eat."

That said, he approached the Gaul boy, and kneeling before him, said:

"Come on Asterix, we’ll set the table to eat."

Asterix frowned slightly. Whether he was debating internally on what to do, or trying to remember something, the bard wasn’t sure. Then the boy looked at the blond adult and said:

"Mom always says guests don't have to work… I'm setting the table!"

As soon as he’d said these words, he ran to a shelf where they kept all the plates, glasses, cutlery and other eating instruments. Cacofonix was pleasantly surprised. Most children – including himself – detested the task of setting the table. But Asterix not only did it willingly, but preferred to do it alone rather than allow his guest to help him.

The bard saw the Gaul boy trying to reach the shelf where the dishes were. But when he couldn’t reach, Cacofonix also approached the shelf, ready to help him.

"Let me help you, Asterix."

"No, I can," protested the little one. Then he ran to the table and with effort dragged a stool up to the shelf. Once he’d done that, he climbed onto it and got what he needed. Then he jumped and brought it to the table.

In this way, the bard, surprised for the second time, saw how the little one managed to prepare the table by himself so the three Gauls could eat. When he’d finished his task, Asterix directed his gaze towards Dogmatix and asked Obelix:

"Obelix, where does Dogmatix eat?"

Obelix looked first at his best friend and then at his little pet. Then he looked at Asterix again, and smiling warmly, pointed to a small container that rested in a chair near the fireplace, saying:

"He eats from this bowl, like this morning."

The blond boy looked at the bowl, which he hadn’t noticed until now and simply said:

"Ah, okay."

After that, it didn't take long for Obelix to finish preparing the meal. He carried the boars and brought them to the table. Then the three Gauls sat down and began to eat. Asterix was very animated, telling his friend in detail each and every one of the games he had played with Cacofonix.

The menhir dealer listened with amusement to everything Asterix told him. This reinforced his idea he had made the right decision by leaving Asterix under the care of the village bard. He knew how to treat children, regardless of whether he was a good teacher or not.

Obelix looked up at Cacofonix and realized the bard was blushing listening to everything the Gaul boy was explaining. This scene caused a loud laugh from the great Gaul and the silence and looks of surprise in response from the two blond Gauls and Dogmatix. When the red-haired Gaul realized they were looking at him, he fell silent and blushed. But being honest, he had to admit that the scene was worth those laughs.

"Getafix? Are you here?" they suddenly heard from outside. Almost instantly, the cabin door opened, and a blond Gaul dressed in blue and white plaid pants, a red cape, and no shirt appeared. This Gaul, despite being an adult, didn’t have a mustache like the others. When the Gaul entered, he looked at the cabin occupants who were finishing eating, and feeling he might have interrupted them, said:

"Oh, sorry to bother you, Obelix, Cacofonix, and Asterix."

Asterix looked at the newcomer with a puzzled face. Although he was now smaller than the other Gauls, Asterix was quite sure they were easily recognizable since they wore the same clothes as when they were children… at least, Obelix and Cacofonix did, so the other villagers with whom he shared his childhood had to dress if not the same, in a similar way to when they were little.

But Asterix had never seen this Gaul before, or at least he didn’t remember seeing him. So, who was he? What was he doing here? The easiest way to find the answers was to ask Obelix. That's exactly what he did:

"Who is he?"

"He's called Tragicomix," answered the great Gaul. Then Cacofonix spoke up:

"Hello Tragicomix, is something wrong?"

The youngest of the adults looked at the bard and in a slightly worried voice answered:

“I was looking for Getafix. I haven't found him in his cabin and I assumed he might be here. Is he?"

"No, he's not here," replied the menhir carver. Now that he thought about it, it was strange Getafix hadn’t come again to Asterix's cabin to see how the little Gaul had been since he left a long time ago.

"This is bad…" Tragicomix said more to himself than to the others.

"What do you mean, Tragicomix?" Cacofonix asked. A feeling of dread began to invade his mind.

"A while ago, Panacea and I met Getafix when he was going to the forest… but it seems he hasn’t returned yet," Tragicomix explained.

Hearing his words, Obelix and Cacofonix instantly stood up. That was very serious news, or at least given the current situation in the village, it could generate a great panic.

"Wait a second, are you implying that –?" the bard began to ask again. Now his concern for the village druid had reached stellar levels. The newcomer didn’t let the bard finish the sentence and said what the three adults were thinking.

"Yes, Getafix has disappeared."

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And here ends this chapter. What do you think about it? Did you like it? If so, don’t doubt on leave your reviews, I always love to hear your thoughts! As for Cacofonix, being a man used to work with children in the school, I imagined he would knoe a lot of games and would be one of the most indicated persons to take care of little Asterix. What do you think about it? Did you like it? As for Getafix, well his situation isn’t good, but now, he is afraid for Asterix since Overanxius seems that won’t stop until he has his hands on him. Guesses on what will happen next? 😉

The two pieces of art that appear in this chapter had been done by @zeragii she’s an amazing artist!

See you in the next chapter 😉

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Okay, after say that, I really hope you’ll all enjoy this chapter, I also would like to thank to all the people who’d read this story and: @elianemariane17 @theholypencil @alyxox02 @lilacivories @coconuttyglittersmurf @alternaterobin2336 @transparenthairdoturtlemuffin for their likes

See you in the next chapter 😉

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Okay, I really hope you’ll all enjoy this chapter, I also would like to thank to all the people who’d read this story and: @elianemariane17 @theholypencil @alyxox02 @lilacivories @coconuttyglittersmurf @alternaterobin2336 @transparenthairdoturtlemuffin @hakuneki07 @mattythemeeper @komizerim for their likes

See you in the next chapter 😉

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Getafix’s mistake - Chapter 4 - Surprises and new visits

Hello everyone! Here I bring you a new chapter of this Asterix fic, I truly hope you’ll all like it. In this chapter, you’ll have the answer of what fully happened to Asterix. What do you think it’ll be? Keeping his adult mind, both size and mind of a child or with no memories or his mind affected? Well, you’ll have to read and find it out, enjoy it! 😊

Well, I’d like to give a special thanks to @drummergirl231-2 for helping me editing this story. I’m really, really, really grateful to her, she’s awesome!

Okay after say all this, here you have the first chapter of this story, I hope you all will like it!

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"Obelix? Can I come in?"

Getafix made his way into the cabin. The place was strangely quiet, and the menhir carver was nowhere to be found. This is strange, the druid thought. Where could Obelix be?

Getafix stood there for a moment and then thought perhaps the great Gaul was at his best friend's house waiting for him to return. This wouldn’t be strange considering how worried Obelix had been for Asterix all this time.

With no time to waste, Getafix headed back to Asterix's cabin. When he arrived and looked inside, he found him, sitting on a stool with his arms resting on the table and his head resting on his hands. He was staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Dogmatix was on the table, looking sadly at his master… his ears hanging down on either side of his head. The scene was truly moving for the old druid.

Clearing his throat, Getafix greeted:

"Hello Obelix, may I come in?"

"Of course, oh druid, is there any news from Asterix?"

Getafix was momentarily surprised at how quickly the great Gaul had come to the subject the druid wanted to talk about. Approaching the table, he also took a stool and sat opposite Obelix.

"Obelix I’ve to tell you something… very important…” Getafix began to speak.

Obelix felt the anxiety grow in his heart. On the one hand he wanted his druid to tell him whatever he came to tell him, but on the other hand, he feared what Getafix had come to tell him.

"What is it, Getafix?"

The old druid took a deep breath again, preparing himself for what he was going to say:

"Obelix, I’m sorry to say, but I’m afraid that Asterix could be in grave danger."

"What?! What do you mean Getafix?” Obelix asked alarmed as he got up from the stool on which he was sitting and put both hands on the table, and practically shouted: "If he is in danger, we must save him!"

Dogmatix barked as if he were agreeing with his master. If there was the slightest possibility that Asterix was in trouble, they should go for him immediately. They couldn’t lose a single second.

Getafix realized the anxiety Obelix was suffering. He couldn’t allow the menhir carver to go out in those conditions to the forest to look for the warriors Gaul. So, softly, he said:

"Obelix, for the love of Tutatis, calm down. Vitalstatistix is talking to the rest of the townspeople. We’ll go out to look for Asterix, but I need you to stay calm above all. Do it for Asterix. I promise we’ll find him.”

The druid's words seemed to reassure the red-haired Gaul, who dropped back onto the stool and looked sadly at his hands. He knew Getafix was right; if he was upset, it wouldn’t be much help in the search for his best friend.

Getafix got up and put one of his hands on Obelix's shoulder. When the Gaul looked up, he gave him a tender smile and said:

"Don't worry, we’ll find him."

"I know." he replied, but Obelix was worried about the state Asterix would be once they did find him.

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Caius Marsupialus smiled. He had been waiting patiently for his prisoner to wake up. After a long time of waiting, he saw the boy slowly begin to move. Then his eyelids trembled in an obvious effort to open. When his eyes finally widened slightly, the Centurion could see that Asterix was making efforts to focus his gaze. The little Gaul seemed to realize that there was someone in front of him watching him, so Caius Marsupialus did what he had long wished to be able to do not with one but with all the Gauls, to demonstrate that the Roman Empire was superior:

"Welcome Totorum camp, Gaul."

The warrior Gaul still seemed confused and unable to register what had just been told to him. He blinked several times trying to get a better focus on the person speaking to him. When he managed to focus his vision, he sat up abruptly and turned his head from side to side, as if trying to recognize where he was.

Honestly, Caius Marsupialus was surprised when the blond warrior acquired an expression of deep fear when he realized the situation he was in, and even more when he moved his small body as far away from him as possible. This was strange. From what he knew of this Gaul, Asterix was brave and not easily frightened when he faced danger, especially the Romans.

Although of course, considering that one of the first things the blond Gaul did was to try to get rid of his restraints, perhaps it was normal that he felt a certain apprehension when realizing his difficult situation. But even so, the Gaul’s countenance seemed more frightened than it should be, considering that he was the great adventurer – a man who had defied Rome’s power and even Caesar himself – even though he now had the body of a boy. That didn't make sense, did it? Unless it wasn't just his body that had changed… what if his mind had, too? The Centurion realized that he truly couldn't determine the magnitude of the effects that potion had had on the warrior. He would have to find out.

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When Asterix managed to clear his vision, he saw a Roman before his eyes. What was going on? Why was there a Roman in front of him? What was happening? His thoughts were confused, but when his mind absorbed what his eyes showed him, he sat up suddenly and immediately analyzed his surroundings. This wasn’t his house, nor the forest that surrounded the village. This place was a tent.

Asterix tried to remember… tried to figure out what had led him to this situation. Maybe he was dreaming, though he doubted it, given the amount of pain he felt throughout his body. Perhaps he had gone to the forest to play with his friends and something had happened to him there. Looking again at the Roman who was in front of him, it was clear to him that something had happened.

Frightened, he crawled as far away from that man as possible, until his back touched the fabric of the tent. The Roman, for his part, slowly approached him. Asterix couldn’t help but feel fear. He had never faced the Romans. That was what his father did, along with the other adults, after drinking Getafix’s magic potion. No, he always stared at how the elders were going to fight the Romans, but he had never faced one.

"Well Gaul, it is time for us to talk."

"...Ta-talk about what?"

"What’s the matter? Are you afraid?"

Truth be told, Asterix was terrified, but he wasn't about to let that Roman notice. Despite being a child, he would show that the Gauls weren’t cowards. He looked the Centurion in the eyes and although they clearly showed how scared he was, he shook his head.

"Okay, if you're not afraid… I'm going to ask you a question. What’s the last thing you remember?"

Asterix cocked his head in surprise. Why did a Roman ask him something like that? Was he trying to win his trust?

Although he didn’t know his intentions, Asterix seriously thought about the last thing he could remember, but no matter how hard he tried, before waking up in that place, the only thing on his mind was a large blank space. It was true that he knew who he was, who his parents were, his friends, Getafix… but he totally lacked recent memories. Guessing the Roman would be angry if he didn’t answer, Asterix said:

"I… I don't know… maybe I was playing near my house or with my friends… I'm not sure."

"Maybe? Playing? Let me ask you another question, how old are you?”

This time, Asterix looked at the man in front of him in amazement. Couldn’t he see that he was just a child? By Tutatis! That was obvious.

"I'm three years old." he replied with a frown. He knew his age very well, because his mother had told him.

Caius Marsupialus's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. It was clear whatever the blond warrior had taken had changed the man both in size and in mind. So there really was a three-year-old in front of him now. This was both too good and too dangerous.

Knowing that Asterix was one of the most influential Gauls in the village, having him in their possession, and in such a state, could compel the Gauls not to make any attack. But on the other hand, keeping him in camp was too a great risk for all of them. He had to find a solution, and fast, before-

"Ave Centurion, a visitor has just arrived." said Sharpeyesightus, entering his superior's tent.

"A visit? Whose?" Caius Marsupialus asked a little puzzled.

"The senator sent from Rome." answered the legionnaire.

"So soon?! I thought it would take him a little longer… Okay, tell him I'm coming right away,” the Centurion spoke again.

"At your command, Centurion. Ave." Sharpeyesightus said. He left the tent.

Caius Marsupialus turned his gaze back to his prisoner and after a few moments of hesitation, he took another rope and tied one end in one of the poles that supported the tent and tied the other end to the little Gaul's ankle. Then he started to leave but before he murmured:

"Don't worry little one, soon your destiny will be sealed."

Caius Marsupialus went out, leaving Asterix alone and scared. Only when he was alone did he decide to inspect himself. What he saw surprised him. The clothes he was wearing were clearly too big for him. Those clothes would probably suit his father, although the colors weren’t at all the usual ones that Astronomix used to cover his body. But even so, how could he not have noticed he was wearing such big clothes? The more he thought about it, the more Asterix wished he could remember what had happened.

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When Caius Marsupialus left his tent, he found a white-haired man in front of him wearing a white robe and red cloak. The newcomer came forward and greeted the camp’s leader saying:

"Ave Centurion, I am Senator Overanxius, Caesar’s special envoy."

"Ave senator, I’m the Centurion, Caius Marsupialus."

"Okay. Let's see Centurion, how's it going around here?” Overanxius asked, slowly turning his head to take a panoramic look at the camp.

"Oh, everything is fine thanks to Minerva, but there is an issue of utmost importance that I would like to discuss before your departure." replied Caius Marsupialus.

“Of utmost importance? What issue is that?” the newcomer from the capital asked.

"Well, you see, senator… this morning we’ve taken a prisoner… one of the most dangerous Gauls from the village of the irreducible Gauls."

"By Saturn, is that true? Where is this prisoner?" the senator was immediately interested. Knowing that one of the irreducible Gauls was now a prisoner was wonderful news, Caesar’d surely be delighted.

"He's in my tent. But before you see him, I must warn you that it's not what it seems –"

Ignoring what Caius Marsupialus said, Overanxius went straight to the tent and entered. Once inside, small frightened eyes greeted him, belonging to a harmless little boy. Needless to say, seeing this, the Senator didn’t take it very well. He turned to face the centurion who had entered just behind him, then said angrily:

"What is this, by Jupiter? Some kind of joke?”

"No, it's not a joke, let me –"

"Are you telling me that this boy is one of the most dangerous Gauls? Are you kidding me? If that child were one of the most dangerous Gauls, that village would long ago be under Caesar's domination!”

"Yes, Sir, you are right, but let me explain."

"There had better a good explanation Centurion, because otherwise you’ll end up in the circus arena along with lions." Overanxius threatened.

Caius Marsupialus swallowed at the thought of being eaten up by lions. So, without wasting time he began to relate everything that had happened with his prisoner: How they had met him in the forest, how he took a drink of potion and how his body later changed to his current state. Naturally the Centurion omitted the fact that his men fled in fear of the Gaul. It was necessary to make a good impression. Finally, Caius Marsupialus told the senator that not only had his body shrunk, but his mind had also regressed.

"... and that's all that happened, Senator. That boy is actually one of the most influential men in the village. On the one hand, having him among us is a great triumph, but on the other hand, I consider it dangerous to keep him here. If the other Gauls discover this, they’ll attack the camp without mercy, especially that little boy's best friend, a chubby Gaul with superhuman strength who doesn't need to take magic potion.”

Overanxius listened carefully to the centurion's explanation. Truth be told, it was difficult to believe what the centurion told him, but considering the Gauls possessed a potion that conferred superhuman strength, anything was possible. And if it was true that this boy was actually one of the most influential adult Gauls in the village, holding him hostage could make the village finally accept surrender, or at least stop attacking the empire and live under Caesar's authority.

But on the other hand, that raised an important doubt in the senator’s mind:

“All this is wonderful Centurion, for your actions, you may arrive to Tribuno. But I do have a little doubt: if that Gaul has taken a potion, do you know if its effects are permanent?”

"To be honest, no, we don't know, but when the Gauls take magic potion, at this point, its effects have already faded."

The senator was thoughtful looking at the little Gaul who had been silent all the time. By his expression, either he didn't seem to believe what he was hearing about himself, or he was too scared to say anything. Overanxius looked at Caius Marsupialus again and said:

"For the time being, keep him here. I’ll go inspect the other camps in this area, and as soon as I’ve finished, I’ll come back here and take him to Rome. Only once I’m gone, you’ll talk to the other Gauls and tell them that we have their little friend as a hostage. And you tell them that they either submit to the will of Rome or they’ll never see him again,” after declaring this decision, both adults left the tent.

Asterix's eyes had widened after hearing those words. Although he had understood practically nothing of what the two adults had said, something was clear to him: If they took him to Rome, all the times he had seen the elders go to fight against the Romans would have been useless. And it was all his fault. No, he couldn't allow that. He had to escape, no matter what.

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Welp, this is the fourth chapter. How many of you expected Asterix would keep his adult mind? Well, as you could see this didn’t happen. Also, I found kinda fun to make Caius Marsupialus be in the same situation his legionaries were when they arrived with unconscious Asterix 😊 I hope you liked it. Now the question here is: will the other Gauls save Asterix before Overanxius comes back to take him to Rome? The answer in the next chapter 😉

See you in the next chapter 😉

#asterix and obelix #Getafix's mistake #Asterix #deaged asterix #centurion Caius Marsupialus #getafix #Obelix #Overanxius

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Getafix’s mistake - Chapter 8. Planning

Hello everyone! First of all, I’m terribly, terribly sorry. On Monday I was extremely busy and I couldn’t update the new chapter. Yesterday, I was also busy, but also, it was Holiday here, and I don’t know why there were moments I thought it was Sunday instead of Tuesday, so I ended up the day without updating too. good news are I bring you the next chapter and also you won’t need to wait an entire week for the next one 😊 it’ll come sooner. 😉 That said, I hope you’ll like it! 😊

Well, I’d like to give a special thanks to @drummergirl231-2 for helping me editing this story. I’m really, really, really grateful to her, she’s awesome!

Okay after say all this, here you have the fifth chapter of this story, I hope you all will like it!

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Cacofonix had always considered himself an early riser, and today was no exception. Despite the events of the previous day, the bard had woken up as always, even before the rooster crowed. He washed up, changed his clothes, prepared his breakfast, and tidied his cabin a little. To be honest, in his modest opinion, it was perfect in its current state. Although of course, when Bravura was in the village and occupied his cabin, the woman complained about the disorder that reigned and the lack of cleanliness of the enclosure, so since that day, Cacofonix had made efforts to keep his space clean so that no one could complain again.

After finishing his routine, Cacofonix sat on the edge of the platform on which his house stood. He liked to enjoy the views up there. In addition, in his own space, it was easier for him to compose and interpret his musical works without running the risk of becoming anyone’s target, mainly Fulliautomatix’s or Unhygienix’s.

Honestly, the Gaul bard found it difficult to understand how the other villagers could underestimate his talent the way they did. It was a sad fact that it was completely out of reach. And there were very few who truly appreciated his talent. One of them was Pepe, the young son of the chief of the village near Hispalis whom the Romans had once taken hostage. Cacofonix, although he knew they had to take him back to his village, was saddened knowing that he had lost a true admirer.

The situation that Pepe lived at that time made him think of Asterix. If they hadn’t rescued him, his situation would have been the same as that of the Hispanic boy. Only in Asterix’s case, his situation would perhaps be worse, since his village had brought more problems to Rome and the empire than Pepe’s village.

In addition, Caesar had met Asterix several times in many of the adventures the blond warrior had gone through. Yes, without a doubt, his hostage situation would have been very different from that of the Hispanic boy.

The village bard picked up his harp – his faithful companion that accompanied him wherever he went. Then he tried playing some notes – which would sound jarring to everyone's ears if they’d heard them – and just as he was about to start singing, his moment was marred by a scream:

"But I don't wanna go to thchool, by Tutatith!" There he was again… the fish seller’s son, refusing to attend class.

Cacofonix turned his gaze to Unhygienix’s house, more out of curiosity than habit. Every day was the same story. The child had to be forced to get up and wash. Then almost… almost he had to be dragged to the very door of the school, only to finally enter with the rest of the young Gauls.

The bard then remembered how much he liked children and how he went out of his way to instill in them the knowledge he had gained over the years from Getafix. In his school years, he had always been the first in the class, well… the first until Asterix and Obelix began to go to school as well. Thereafter, the first place as a model student was held by the youngest blond Gaul.

To be honest, Asterix being a better model student than him slightly annoyed the bard at first. But over time he learned to accept it, and was even glad that it was so. Sincerely, Cacofonix had felt a deep admiration for Asterix since childhood and would never have done anything to ridicule or belittle him, especially when he realized Asterix was a generous, kind, and above all loyal friend.

There were multiple occasions when the shorter Gaul literally faced off with the rest of the class just to defend Obelix, who for his part was too shy to answer or stand up to the other children. For the bard to see this type of action from the blond Gaul, it was a true sample of what their true friendship consisted of… without a doubt, these must be very difficult times for Obelix. To think his best friend is involved in such a problem… and if what Getafix said was true, then the situation was even more complicated. Because at least when Obelix became a child again, he kept all his memories of when he was man. But in Asterix's case, he thought he was a little boy, and therefore it was logical to suppose he believed that all who were now adult men should also be boys like him.

Now that he thought about it, if Getafix couldn't bring Asterix back to his real age, if Tutatis didn't want it, maybe… just maybe… the young Gaul would have to attend school again. Although some years would pass before Asterix would have to go to school again. As they were told, Asterix seemed to be only three years old. He was still too little to attend class.

"Cacofonix!"

The bard was surprised to hear his name, and immediately looked for the origin of it, which he found in Fulliautomatix's wife.

"Come on Cacofonix, it's time."

"Yes, I'll be there soon."

He had Getafix had agreed between themselves that each year one of them would teach the classes. This year was the druid’s turn, but given the events of the previous day with the village warrior, the villagers suggested the bard be the one who taught class until the matter could be resolved, or at least reach a point of reasonable normality. Although, to be honest, the bard doubted they would ever reach such a point of normality… not while Asterix was three years old.

The bard took everything he deemed necessary for classes and descended from his cabin. Upon reaching the ground, he met Mrs. Geriatrix, who was apparently heading towards Asterix's cabin.

"Good morning, Mrs. Geriatrix, may I ask where you are going?"

“I'm going to give Asterix his clothes. I went a while ago to take the measurements and now I’m going to try them on him to see how they fit," she explained, adding, "He’s a charming child."

It was then the bard noticed what the woman was holding in her hands: clothes, undoubtedly. Actually, Mrs. Geriatrix was a very efficient woman when it came to labor tasks.

"In my opinion, we must do everything possible to make Asterix feel comfortable. That’s why I worked as fast as I could to make these clothes for him," the brown-haired woman continued.

"I couldn't agree more," replied Cacofonix.

After this brief conversation, the two villagers said goodbye and each went their own way.

The bard headed towards the door of the school where most of the children were already lined up waiting to enter. The bard addressed them with a smile and then allowed them to enter the compound with him. He was the last to enter, just to make sure none of the little Gauls were trying to skip school.

Right before entering, he made the decision to go see Asterix when classes ended. Most likely, the young Gaul wouldn’t recognize him. But like the rest of the villagers, he was concerned about his safety and well-being. So, in his opinion, a visit would not hurt.

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"That's a terrible idea! More than that, by Jupiter, it's crazy!” Caius Marsupialus said as he paced the tent Overanxius had ushered him into.

"Excuse me?" Caesar's envoy protested as he followed him with his eyes "are you saying you refuse to carry out a direct order?"

The camp leader stopped dead and looked at the man in front of him. He knew very well the risks of the plan the senator of Rome was proposing to him. But apparently, the other man didn’t seem to understand it.

"With all due respect, I will carry out that order the moment you are the one to march in front of the troops to do what you tell me." protested the centurion.

"Where is the problem? All I'm saying is for you to capture the druid from that village. It's not that difficult, by Neptune!” Overanxius said again, indignant at the behavior of the camp leader.

"The problem? The problem is that this is a suicide mission! And I’m not willing to expose my men to such danger.” Caius Marsupialus replied again.

"Is capturing a druid a suicide mission?" asked Caesar's envoy.

“No, that part may not be. But what follows would be. You don't seriously expect me to send all my men to attack the village while the fat and crazy Gaul is still there, do you? Also, perhaps we’ll have the druid, but you should know this man is very cautious, and my sources have told me that he usually leaves a spare pot full of magic potion in case something should happen,” the Centurion continued explaining.

“So, what do you suggest I do? Forget that Gaul and the chance of handing that village over to Caesar once and for all?” Overanxius asked again.

"I’m not saying that, I’m just saying that I’m not going to follow through with that plan," replied Caius Marsupialus.

"Okay. Tell me what you propose we should do in this case."

The camp leader spoke again. “If you want to know my opinion, for now I wouldn’t make any rash movement. The Gauls are as lost or even more so than us in this situation. Presumably, they’re unlikely to make any move, at least for now. My advice, if you want to follow it, is to stay vigilant and keep on the lookout… but not take action.”

"And what if while we wait, the druid finds a way to reverse the effects?" Overanxius asked with an air of genuine interest.

Caius Marsupialus opened his mouth to answer, but almost instantly closed it again when he realized he didn’t have an answer to that question.

The Roman senator smiled when he saw he had given an irrefutable argument in this conversation that once again allowed him to tip the balance in his favor. The Centurion looked at Caesar's envoy with a slight touch of anger. He knew the man was right, but he didn't like to admit it.

"Well since everything has been made clear, tell your men what the plan is and what they should do.” the senator concluded with a malicious smile on his face.

Soon, very soon, that Gaul boy would be in his possession again, and with him he would end that village of mustached savages once and for all.

"Senator, there is another small point… that I would like to talk about."

"What is it now, Centurion?" Overanxius asked indignantly, because his daydreams of triumph had been cut short.

“It is… regarding the spare pot of magic potion I mentioned. As long as the Gauls have it… they’ll all be very dangerous,” explained Caius Marsupialus.

"We’ll deal with it when the time comes. For now, our priority is to capture the druid so that the Gauls won’t have more of a supply of magic potion than they already have, nor the possibility of recovering their little warrior… and who knows? Maybe when we pick up that child again, I’ll send them both to Caesar. No doubt two is always better than one. And thus, the emperor will cover me with honors and glory and I’ll be the most respected man in the Empire. Don’t you agree with that, Centurion?”

Caius Marsupialus looked at the envoy from Rome, not really knowing what to answer. To tell the truth, he was frightened by the twisted and Machiavellian mind the senator seemed to possess, in addition to those aspirations of greatness and power. If all the senators were like him… maybe Caesar couldn’t be what one would consider… very safe.

No, it was very difficult for the Centurion to share the same aspirations as Overanxius. Truth be told, Caius Marsupialus was content with very little… just a few acres of land on which to build a modest but very beautiful villa, and thus be able to settle in it with his family and his slaves, and to invite his friends… In short, a place to live in peace and away from the noise and bustle of the city – to go unnoticed – something completely different and even contrary to what the senator with whom he’d spoken intended.

Leaving aside his own thoughts, the camp leader said goodbye to the senator with the typical Roman greeting and then left the tent to carry out the orders the senator had given him.

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In little Asterix's cabin, the three Gauls had already finished their breakfast. Just after finishing, Asterix got up to play with Dogmatix. Meanwhile, Obelix again offered to wash everything, and asked Getafix to take care of the blond Gaul… although, he pointed out that while Asterix was with his pet, nothing would happen to him.

Getafix smiled, amused at the declaration of the menhir dealer. It was truly admirable to see the appreciation and trust Obelix felt for the little dog, although it was also true that Dogmatix had proven on several occasions to be worthy of that trust. The old druid immediately remembered the moment they were in Egypt to help a friend of his, the Alexandrian architect Edifis, so that he didn’t end up in the jaws of the sacred crocodiles… by Tutatis! What a pretty nose Cleopatra has!

On that adventure, maybe the worst part of it was when they ended up lost in the labyrinthine corridors of one of the pyramids, and if it hadn't been for the little puppy, the three of them would have perished there. Of that there was no doubt.

Getafix sat on a stool while watching Asterix play with Dogmatix. It was difficult for the old druid to deal with this situation. Asterix was one of the villagers with whom he had spent the most time… whom he considered one of his closest friends. The village warrior had always come to the druid when he had any difficulties, or had come to help Getafix in case he needed him. But now this friend, a Gaul he had known since the day he was born, was trapped in the appearance and mentality of a child because of his lack of competence in his conduct. If he hadn’t been so negligent, Asterix would be fine… among them with his true age, and everything would be as if nothing had happened. How could he be so reckless as to allow something like this to happen?

"Getafix, Getafix, do you want to play with us?" Asterix asked as he got up from the floor where he had been playing with Dogmatix.

"I'm afraid not young one, I'm a little older for this type of game." replied the older man.

"Ooooh, but I also want to play with you, Getafix," said Asterix, trying to sound as sad as possible. Immediately afterward, he used the puppy-eye technique in a final attempt to get the village druid to play with him and Dogmatix.

Getafix smiled again, amused by the boy's attitude. To be honest, it was hard to believe that just two days ago, the boy was actually a serious adult with the sole concern of ensuring the safety of his people… just thinking about it made Getafix determined – more so than ever �� to not rest until he managed to cure the blond Gaul.

Seeing his strategy hadn’t worked with the old druid, Asterix decided to try his luck with Obelix, who had already finished cleaning everything and was now approaching the rest of the cabin occupants. When he was by his side, Asterix opened his mouth to speak, but a noise from the front door stopped him short.

"Hello again, I have finished the clothes." announced Mrs. Geriatrix happily.

"Well, you’ve been in a hurry, my good lady," said Getafix, admiring the speed with which the woman had done her sewing work.

“Naturally, Getafix! Asterix must feel comfortable, mustn’t he? That is why I’ve gone as fast as I can. Now, I need you to dress him in case I need to make any alterations,” explained the brunette.

"But I wanna keep playing with Dogmatix," protested the younger Gaul.

"You can play with him when you’ve dressed up. I promise you," said Obelix, this time. And then added:

"It’ll also be easier for you to play with him if you wear clothes that don't fit too big."

Asterix frowned. Everyone was against him. It wasn’t fair! A child’s life isn’t easy. He looked at each adult one by one and when he realized he couldn’t convince them otherwise, he sighed admitting defeat. Then he looked up at Mrs. Geriatrix and said:

"Okay, but I get dressed by myself."

"Are you sure, Asterix?" Getafix asked. Like the others, he was surprised at the boy's decision.

"Yup, just me," said the little Gaul again in the most convincing voice he could manage.

Mrs. Geriatrix looked surprised, first at Asterix, and then at Getafix. When the druid looked at her, she first shrugged and then nodded, indicating she’d give the boy the clothes. She handed him the freshly made garments and Asterix instantly ran upstairs. His new clothes were identical to what he usually wore but adapted to his new body size, of course.

After a while, the little Gaul came down again with his new clothes. Everyone was surprised to see that he had put them on correctly. The amazement was such that the only thing Mrs. Geriatrix could say was:

"You have to recognize how smart this boy is."

Getafix and Obelix could only agree to this statement. Asterix was certainly proving to be a very curious and very smart boy. He had some outbursts, or little interest in some things told to him, but that was normal considering he was really a three-year-old boy. It was totally unthinkable to demand him to act like an adult.

Mrs. Geriatrix was the first to come out of her stupor, realizing the little boy was looking at them with a strange face, she said:

"Well, let's see how you look."

Then she stepped forward and knelt in front of Asterix and began to inspect him. At first the blond Gaul blushed at the woman's action, but when Mrs. Geriatrix turned him around to see how his clothes were on his back, he calmed slightly… although his face was still as red as a tomato.

"Well I must say, the clothes fit you like a ring to a finger, and it isn’t necessary to alter anything. I can say then, my work here is done," said the woman with an air of satisfaction. “Okay, since everything is perfect, I'll be going. Take good care of yourself, Asterix… and also you, Obelix, Getafix and Dogmatix.”

"Goodbye my good lady, and thank you very much for your work," Getafix replied.

"Bye-bye, and thank you for the clothes," said Asterix just after his druid.

When the brown-haired woman left, Asterix ran to where the menhir delivery man was and cheerfully asked him:

"Do you want to come play with Dogmatix and me? Please, please, pleeeeeease."

Obelix looked at the little Gaul, surprised at first, but soon after, a smile formed on his face. He lowered himself to Asterix’s level, and putting both hands on his shoulders, said:

"Okay, by Tutatis. What do you want to play?"

"Can we play hide and seek?" the young Gaul asked with evident emotion in his voice.

Obelix opened his eyes wide. He knew that playing that game was a great risk… especially because, although Getafix hadn’t told him, he knew very well Asterix was an expert in leaving the village without anyone seeing him. Moreover, how he managed to get out of village without being seen is the only secret the young Gaul had never shared with his best friend. To tell the truth, Obelix remembered being surprised every time Asterix had returned home, dirty, muddy, and with small bruises and cuts all over his body. He didn’t understand what his friend was doing to end up in such a state, and the blond Gaul never said a word about it. He just occasionally disappeared for a while and then returned as if nothing had happened, always in the same way.

The menhir dealer looked with evident concern at Getafix, knowing the danger Asterix faced. The best thing was to not lose sight of him. But on the other hand, how to tell the little boy without hurting his feelings?

Getafix, for his part, had also been surprised. He shared the concern of the red-haired Gaul regarding leaving Asterix unattended. So when Obelix looked at him with that clear expression of asking for help, the old druid approached the two of them, and drawing the attention of the blond Gaul, said:

"Asterix, I don't think it's a good idea, you see… if you're with Dogmatix, Obelix will find you right away."

"What? How is that possible, Getafix?”

“Dogmatix and I have a strong connection. I’m even able to understand what he tells me, so if you are with him, I’ll find you right away and the game will no longer be fun. Also, Dogmatix has a very good nose, so if he is the one who is looking, he would also find you right away,” explained Obelix, trying to sound as convincing as possible before adding:

"Also, if you are the one looking for us, you’d find me right away," he said, moving his arms to show his body. "It is difficult for someone who is a little plump to hide," ended the great Gaul.

"In short, if you play this game, you’ll soon be bored. It’s better that you play something else," concluded the druid stroking his beard.

Asterix frowned and seemed to be angry. He looked at Obelix suspiciously and said:

"I don't think you have this… connection with Dogmatix. That's impossible! And how can you talk with him? That’s even more impossibler!”

The druid and red-haired Gaul smiled tenderly at the boy. Despite the charming grammatical mistake, there were many aspects… many small details Asterix kept in his person, even as a child. The menhir dealer got up and softly explained everything to the blond Gaul:

“It isn’t so difficult to understand. About a year ago, I found Dogmatix who at that time was a newborn puppy. If I hadn't helped him, he most likely would have died. I took care of him as well as I knew… but I never forgot the rest of the village, in case that worries you… in short, I suppose that since I took taking care of Dogmatix very seriously, a very strong bond was born between the two of us that we have even now… do you understand?”

Asterix looked at Obelix, still a little skeptical about what he had just heard, but knowing the desire his best friend had always had to have a dog – at least when they were still the same age – made him think the great Gaul was telling the truth… but even so, Asterix couldn’t understand why they didn’t want him to play hide and seek. Were those the real reasons? Or was there something else they didn't want to tell him? He couldn't say for sure. To tell the truth, the little Gaul didn’t understand why the two adults were watching everything he did since they had gotten up. It was as if they were his shadows and the blond Gaul was beginning to grow impatient.

Actually, playing hide-and-seek was partly to play, obviously, and partly to be able to rest a bit from the intensive surveillance he had been suffering since he’d been rescued. He just wanted a little time for himself, and the time to change his clothes wasn’t enough. But it was quite clear that neither Getafix nor Obelix were willing to grant him this… he would have to find another method to evade them.

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And here ends this chapter. I had the idea of making Getafix and Cacofonix both teaching children one year one of them and next year the other since I saw in some comics the teacher was Getafix and in some others, the teacher was Cacofonix. Also, what do you think about the Romans plan? Do you think it’ll succeed? I’d love to hear your thoughts about this story. 😉

See you in the next chapter 😉

#asterix and obelix #Getafix's mistake #cacofonix #mrs. Geriatrix #Overanxius #Caius Marsupialus #Getafix #Obelix #Asterix #Dogmatix

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