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Of Will and Despair: Chapter 01
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"A girl", the man said, sweat dripping off of his plump face as he hastily dabbed a napkin against her forehead.
"It's always a girl", the gypsy said nodding, his black curly hair shaking in disappointment "So she doesn't love you?".
"No. But if she did, her father would oppose our marriage for sure."
"Ah, a double negative." A mocking smile graced the gypsy's scruffy face.
"So I was thinking, maybe some kind of potion."
Taking out a deck of cards the gypsy spoke again "Well, there are potions, there are elixirs. But you should know you can't really force love. Heighten your chances, make you more handsome, but then somebody else might fall in love with you, and you still have pretty good chances of being happy." He finished as he began laying the cards before him.
"No. It's her. It has to be her."
Picking up a card and squinting at it the gypsy spoke again without hesitation "Well, There's always Number Nine."
"What does a number has to do with anything?" The man interrupted.
"No, not a number. Love Potion No 9." The gypsy answered annoyingly.
"Will it do the trick."
"It most certainly will."
"And what will it cost me?" the man asked suspicion ever growing.
Putting the cards back into his satchel that layed on his waist the man "Well, actually, from everything I have in my very expensive storage, this is the one single thing that it's actually free. In fact, I'll even give you half of my drink here. I'd give you more, but half is all I have left" He looked at his drink on the table and realized he was a bit more typsy then he realized "One tenth. Make that one tenth of my drink."
"Free?" the man said ignoring the gypsy's comment.
"Free as a leaf you pluck from a bush."
"Why is it free?"
"Some gypsies have charged for the potion in the past. It did not end well. My family specifies that we must keep it with us at all times."
"So why do you even tell me about it?"
A sly smile snaked it's way upon the gypsys face "I must. Plus, I have it, and if nobody drinks it, it goes foul within a year."
"It won't work" the man said with complete convection.
"If it doesn't, then you leave and forget about it and it will be a weird joke from a drunk man."
"And if it does?"
"Then, I am not the one who will collect the prize."
"And who will?" The man said in complete fear.
"Life will. You will. How am I supposed to know?" The gypsy added with a nonchalant shrug.
"Let's suppose I believe you. Will it really get me Isabelle's love."
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
"You bastards always have a catch. I knew it. Guards remove him!"
Raising his hands in defense the gypsy spoke up. "Oh, there's no catch. Love Potion No. 9 is the most powerful potion known to witch, wizard, warlock or gypsy. All the magic has come to this here little bottle, and if you want something unachievable to be achieved, then that's your potion. It will give you whatever you want, with no restrictions, It will fulfill all your desires, whims and caprices."
"What are the side effects?"
"That's the beauty my young master there are no side effects, only effects. If you are a responsible, honest, good willed, loving man, then this potion will make you happy."
"I see where this is going. You think I'll turn a wrong turn somewhere. I'll do something wrong and it will be on me." The man accused.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Your future is not my thing, young master, and if you are not going to buy, and you are also not going to get the one single free Item I have, you might as well let me leave and let me attend to my bottle instead."
After a moment of deep thought the man spoke "I'll have it".
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I need her."
"So you understand what this potion does?"
"Yes. It will let me do whatever I want."
"Exactly that. Whatever you want. Neither life, nor luck, nor the world will say no to you, no matter what. You want that?"
"I do."
The gypsy went into his bag, took about a minute, and came out with a violet translucent liquid in a small bottle.
"Three times I asked. You are doing this on your own free will."
"I am."
"Good luck." He said, handing him the bottle. He offered him the bottle too and said "A man of my word"
"No...No.. Thank you."
"Not even a sip?"
The man shook his head.
"Have it your way..." he laughed sincere laugh and added "And get used to it!"
The man stared at the gypsy intimidatingly, and then drank the potion in a single gulp.
As soon as he did, the man's body slumped over without a sound.
Drunkenly rushing over the man's body, the gypsy found a necklace. A spherical ruby hanging on a simple leather rope.
"Well that was certainly easier then expected." The gypsy said out loud as he began to walk towards a window. "But then again. I am me." The gypsy finished with a snicker before he turned around to mock the unconscious man.
"Your folly is that you let your guard down and you can never do that when dealing with Angelo Barberriii!" He sloppy said to himself as he fell out the window.
Now upside down on the floor the gypsy, now known as Angelo noticed a commotion across the street.
It was a tavern.
A lecherous grin formed on his face as he slithered towards the tavern. "A man's night is never truly done."
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