The Princess Bride-A Supernatural Retelling-Part 5
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A/:N: I have added/changed dialogue in some parts to suit the story, sound a little more modern, or fit more with the character.
“I challenge you to a battle of wits.”
“For the Princess?” The smaller man asked. The man in black nodded. “Good, I accept.”
The taller man walked over and sat down at the table across from the still-blindfolded princess. “Then pour the wine and let’s get this party started.”
“To the death?” Metatron asked grimly.
“Is there any other way?” The man questioned with a cocky grin.
Metratron filled the man’s goblet and then his own with the rich red wine from the flask he carried with him, then he looked at the man expectantly. The man in black pulled a small glass vial from his pocket and uncorked it.
“Inhale this, but don’t touch.” He told Metatron, handling him the vial.
“I smell nothing,” Metatron commented, shaking his head and handing the vial back to him.
The man in black smiled coldly. “What you’re not smelling is called Iocaine Powder. It’s odorless, tasteless. dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the more deadly poisons known to man.”
Metatron shrugged. “So?”
The man picked up both the goblets and turned away so they were hidden from the smaller man’s view. Then he made a point of switching them around a few times before placing one goblet in front of himself and one in front of Metatron.
“So where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun.” He told Metatron. “It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right, and who is dead.” The princess gave a very unladylike snort under her blindfold.
“But it’s so simple,” Metatron sneered. “All I have to do is figure out from what I know of you. Are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet? A clever man would put the poison in his own goblet because he knows only a great fool would reach for what he was given.”
“Impressive.” The man said in a bored voice as he stifled a yawn.
“I am not a great fool. so I clearly cannot choose the wine in front of you. But you knew I was not a great fool, in fact, you counted on it, so I clearly cannot choose the wine in front of me.” Metatron was starting to sweat slightly.
“So have you decided then?” The man asked.
“Not by a long shot.” Metatron snapped. “Iocaine comes from Austrailia. And everyone knows Austrailia was founded by criminals. Criminals are used to having people not trust them just like I don’t trust you so I clearly can’t choose the wine in front of you.”
“You figure that out all by yourself?” The man in black said with a smirk.
The smaller man continued on as though he hadn’t spoken. “And you must have suspected I’d know the powder's origin, so I clearly cannot choose the wine in front of me.”
The man rolled his eyes behind his black mask. “You’re just stalling now.”
“YOU’D LIKE TO THINK THAT, WOULDN”T YOU?” Metatron bellowed. “You’ve beaten my giant, which means you’re exceptionally strong. So you could have put the poison in your own goblet trusting in your strength to save you, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.”
“Are you done yet?”
“But you also bested my swordsman which means you’ve studied. And if you studied you would have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far away from yourself as possible so I clearly cannot choose the wine in front of me.” Metatron was grinning widely now.
“You’re trying to trick me into giving something away. It won’t work.” The man assured him.
“It has worked! You’ve given everything away!” Metatron said gleefully. “I know where the poison is!”
“Then make your damn choice!” The man in black growled, clearly having lost his patience.
“I will! And I choose.......what in the world can that be?” Metatron asked with concern, pointing to a spot in the distance behind the man.
While the man in black turned around to look, the other man switched the goblets around. “What? Where? I don’t see anything!” The man said, turning back around.
“I could have sworn I saw something. Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.” Metatron said as he gave a little chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” The man demanded.
“I’ll tell you in a minute. First, let’s drink. Me from my glass, and you from yours.” The men picked up their respective goblets, saluted each other, and drank.
“You guessed wrong.” The man in black said wryly.
“You only think I guessed wrong! That’s what’s so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned!” I have a lot of crimes to answer for, boy. There is no way I am ready to meet my maker just yet!” He began to laugh maniacally over and over, his voice loud and mocking.
Then he abruptly stopped laughing and fell over sideways, dead. The man glanced at him briefly before jumping up and taking the blindfold off of the princess’ eyes. “Who are you?” She asked immediately, blinking up at him.
“I’m not someone you want to mess with, sweetheart.” He told her firmly.
"And to think, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.” She said almost to herself as he untied her.
“They were both poisoned.” He told her coldly as he pulled her to her feet. “I spent the last few years building up an immunity to Iocaine Powder." He grabbed her hand and began to pull her away with him from the table on the hilltop.
Prince Lucifer was walking around a clearing surrounded by a wall of rocks, looking intently at the scuff marks on the ground and surrounding rocks. “Someone has beaten a giant.” He announced to his men. “There will be great suffering if she dies.”
Whats the process/cost? :-) Ive never commissioned anything! How specific/broad is one supposed to be?
Well, I spoke a tiny bit about it here, but...I mean, the request would have to fit the length. Like if you say “I want some Dean fluff and it’s three chapters long,” I need more than that. Honestly, though, I am of the opinion that you can’t be too detailed in your request. As long as you’re not just straight up writing the fic in my box, because then there’s nothing for me to do xD
