Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Fizzy Magical More-Age

Chapter 26: Fizzy Magical More-Age

In a world where the fizzy magical more-age potion exist, children can become adults for just one day. It is a once-in-a-lifetime type of potion.

 Most parents give it to their children when they become five. For one young orphan, the gift of a noble lady is the gateway to his dream.

We call it shopping. Adults come, and gape at us. Some coo, some frown. We are no better than status symbols for most of them.

I still remember how Billy cried, when his new parents returned him back to the orphanage because he didn't manage to learn the multiplication table in one day.

Beasts, the lot of them…

Who am I? My name is Allyn. Not quite your average orphan. I can read the thoughts of people.

That is how I know that I don't want to end up with the old fart, who is walking down the line of cotton-headed hopefuls. I just know he is trouble. I mean, we, the orphans, have been called some pretty disturbing things, but never beasts.

The frail lady, who looks to be his daughter, from the shape of her nose, and the shape of her eyes, looks kinder. Then again, she is considering eating cake when she returns home. So, I guess, she is here only in the flesh.

 "Father, look at this one. I think his glare is the cutest thing," ah, shoot. I got noticed. So, I stare the old vulture and the air head down. Let them try to pick me. I know just how to return back in here in a day.

"Hm, he might be the one," the old man says, and then looks at his spawn. "Give it to him."

Now, I have to resist the urge to widen my eyes. Give me what? If they want to make me go to sleep, just so they can harvest my organs, I must leg it. I turn around, only for that cow of a matron to take a hold of me.

"Ah, good choice, my lord. He knows how to read and write. Writes short stories in his spare time. And, he knows basic Math," darn it all, just because I refused to be a fool, I am going to get my organs harvested? Now, I envy all the children who behave their age. They will live another day.

"Don't you worry, my boy. I hear the fizzy potion tastes like apple juice," the air head says, and my eyes narrow.

Fizzy potion? Could it be…?

And, indeed, she takes out a vial with a clear green liquid. It has a slight glow, and she uncorks it. The scent of apples gives me hope.

"You wish to give him the Fizzy Magical More-Age? Why are you investing this much in him?" The matron asks, her eyes wide. "Now, he is a cherub, but I don't think…"

"Silence. He will drink the potion, and earn himself a lordship. Or, he will remain in here, and I will make sure nobody takes another look at him," sir vulture says, and then ends up in a coughing fit. Hm, hope you choke, you old fart.

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"Father, don't strain yourself. Now, my dear," the air head waves the vial under my nose. I do not follow it with my eyes. I am not a puppy, darn it all! "You only need to solve a simple problem, and then you can be my brother. Isn't that great?"

My mind begins to tick. Her brother? In a world where women can't inherit? She wants me to be her puppet, seeing as the vulture looks on death's door. I pinch my lips together.

The matron tugs me to the side, and kneels before me.

"Now, Allyn, don't be like that. When Lord Pettifer says that he could make your life unbearable, he is not kidding. This is your one chance to gain a family, my dear. Just drink the potion. It will last only for a day. Don't you worry," I huff, and then march to the vulture?

"I want you to drink first," the fizzy potion doesn't work on those who have drank it once. To them, it is simple apple juice. He narrows his eyes.

"And why is that?" The old bat asks, with a nasty glare. I don't bulk. Not even a step.

"I don't trust you to not try to harvest my organs," I tell him, and he blinks.

Then, the air head giggles, and the matron lets out a couple of uncomfortable chuckles. All the children in the line look at me as if I have lost my marbles. For them, turning away such an opportunity is… nothing short of madness.

The vulture gives me an approving look, and then takes a sip from the potion. When he doesn't fall over, I reach out.

"You will achieve great things," he tells me, as I drink the potion. I feel the mana envelop me, and then I am taller than the vulture. Taller than the airhead, as well.

"So," my voice is as smooth as silk. This gives me hope for when I truly reach the age, that I am appearing to be right now. "What is your problem?"

"Not here, boy. Come with us to the estate. We will talk about it later," the vulture begins to tap away, his polished cane with an eagle head looks like a formidable weapon. I follow him, and the air head links her arm around mine.   

I leave the shopping line as purchased wares. Whatever or not, I am going to end up back on the shelf depends on how far my morals would stretch. Not that I knew that, on that bright June day. Nature never has the decency to mirror recent events, which is a shame.

Side effects of the Fizzy Magical More-Age potion include a rise in the thinking process, better reaction time, and, if the subject that drank it drinks more of it before reverting back to their original age, death.

To be continued…

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