The fallen soldier

Part 22

Money money money!

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The spoon made a clinking sound as it made contact with the bowl. You sat back and burped, this salad tasted like rainbows going down your throat. Simply put, it was delicious.

You wondered what you were supposed to do with the bowl. The man never mentioned returning for your dishes, you stared at the empty bowl, contemplating if you should personally return the bowl or wait and see if he returns.

You weren't one for sitting still for long periods of times, so you ultimately decided to return the bowl yourself. You picked the decently sized dish up and started towards the door. You faltered at the knob and looked at the bowl in your left hand, you thought for a moment, then decided to store the bowl in your Digistruct Kit.

The bowl dissipated into a series of Blue circles that was pulled into the kit in a sorta magnetic fashion. You shoved the spoon in a armored pocket and set out into the castles seemingly endless, maze-like halls.

Your plan was to just walk until you found a staff member, then you'd ask them for directions or a escort. And so you did.

You found yourself lost in the halls after traversing through different hallways. You walked by some familiar painting and made the guess you were close to the entrance, you followed the paintings and found the large double doors.

There was guards stationed by the doors, then a odd, yet honestly curious matter crossed your mind.

Why was there only guards here? Why did you never come across any in the halls?

So many questions, yet so little answers.

You approached a guard and asked a simple question, "Were is the kitchen? I need to return something."

The guard frowned at you, but begrudgingly answered the question.

"Down the hall on your right, turn left, then right, then left again, you'll find the royal dining area, the kitchen is in there." The guard returned to his expressionless face, and stoic posture.

You mumbled a thanks and followed his directions

You found yourself outside another set of large double-d doors, two guards stood on each side. You approached the door and was cut off by two 6-feet long poles with a slicing blade that reminded you of a axe, and a very pointy looking end.

You didn't know the name of this weapon.

The two weapons formed a "X" that blocked the doors off, the guards shifted their heads and looked at you before barking a question.

"State your business alien!." The man spoke, extra emphasize on alien.

You looked at the man, "Really?" You deadpanned.

The guard looked at you, "State. your. business. alien." The guard stepped forward, a snarl escaped the man's lips.

You almost said 'really' again, but the other guard stuck his weapon in-front of the approaching guard.

"Calm yourself Starshield, this fight will be one sided." The other man, who looked far older, instructed.

You assumed the more passive one had more experience or was just more smart with who he picked fights with. The man, apparently named Starshield, stepped back into his place, then started gave you a look that could incinerate forests.

You returned the look with 5x's as much anger, then immediately dropped the look as you faced the other man.

"I seek access to the kitchen, I'm returning a bowl." You calmly stated, then digistructed the bowl you wished to return.

He man's eye's opened wide as the bowl appeared, "I didn't realize you was a user of such advanced spells."

"It's not magic." You reply. "Now, can I go in?"

The aging guard looked at the other man, than back at you, he shrugged. "I don't see why not, here let me get the door for you." He placed his weapon against the wall and pushed both doors open.

You nodded a thanks and walked inside, unsurprisingly, the dining hall looked incredibly expensive. You looked around the room, awed by the effort put into the carving on the walls and the. . .marble? beams holding the ceiling. You were shook from your stupor when the twin doors slammed behind you.

You looked back, shrugged, then looked for the entrance to the kitchen. You figured the entrance was the wooden door located at the back of the room. You quickly gained around, then approached the door.

You considered knocking, but ultimately decided to just open it. You walked into a pretty big room that had 4 different chefs in white outfits, equipped with their generic chef hats, manning different cooking stations. Some were slicing at vegetables, while others were stirring pots, they would occasionally switch places, they seemed to have their own kind of pattern going.

Sometimes they'd shout for something, then a maid or butler would bring them said object. It switched between different utensils and new ingredients.

A familiar man dressed in a suit noticed you and rushed to your side.

"What are you doing here sir?" The man spoke with a sudden British accent.

"Returning this bowl." You replied, sticking the bowl out.

The man glanced down, then face-palmed. "I knew I forgot something!" The man snatched the bowl from your hand and rushed towards a sink, he washed the bowl in 30 seconds.

He approached you once again, he was drying his hands off. "Terribly sorry sir, my memory has not been very well these past few days. If I may ask, how was the meal?"

You thought for a moment, then answered. "10/10 would bang again." You answered, a small smile on your face.

The man's eyebrow raised in confusion, "I. . . Guess that's good?"

"It is." You confirm.

"Splendid! And it would seem you're just in time! You even saved me the short walk to your room." The man pulled a sleek golden pocket watch from his pants pocket.

He flipped it open and quickly read the time, "Dinner for the Princesses shall be starting shortly!"

"I just ate, I'm not really hungry." You shook your hands in a fashion that said, 'no thanks.'

"You seem like the kind of guy who'd eat meat! You eat meat?" The butler asked, while closing his pocket watch and placing it back in his pocket.

"Yeah, though I stopped after I discovered the cows can talk." You frowned, a grim thought returning to you.

"It was messy." You coldly stated.

"R-right, anywhos! The chefs are preparing pig tonight in honor of the griffonian ambassador!" The man smiled nervously.

"Do pigs talk?" You asked.

"No sir." He replied.

"Then count me in, cuz my stomach just grew twice as big." You pointed your own thumb at yourself and smiled.

The man chuckled nervously, "R-Right, I'll *Ahem* have the chefs prepare for one extra."

"You do that! Imma go do some more Virtual reality stuff."

And with that, you walked off a happy man.

THE END

Author's Notes:

I'm back baby!

And not better than ever.

I think Anderson needs a slogan for whenever he starts a fight, the guy who submits the best one, gets it written in the actual story.

Rules*
1. Can't be too dark. (Violent)
2. That's it.

Some of you may find it funny.