“Hey Doug!” Ronnie shouted, as soon as she got a glimpse of her friend.
Steve shook his head. “I don’t think Professor Sampson would consider shouting Doug’s name across the woods as moving quietly…”
Ronnie laughed, but didn’t shout again. “Well then, come on, or we’re going to miss him,” she taunted in a playful whisper.
There was no need for them to hurry, Doug had heard them coming a mile away. He had already visited with his nymph friends and was on his way to meet Ronnie and Steve.
As they came running around a corner Doug was standing there blocking the path. “Yes Steve, you’re right, Ronnie and stealth do not go hand in hand.”
“So, what are you guys doing out here anyway?” The reminder immediately put them in a serious mood.
“The Goblet of Magic,” Steve blurted out, as though it was supposed to mean something.
“What about it?” Doug shrugged.
“Have you ever heard of it?” Ronnie asked.
“Well, yeah, I mean I know the story.” In a silly, sarcastic manner Doug related the story as he knew it. “During the Mayan Age when ‘good’ and ‘evil’ were fighting, a mighty wizard created the ‘goblet of magic’ so the old and sick, or anyone else who was unable to fight, could ‘loan’ their magic to a huff-n-puffer. That non-magical person would then have magical powers and the wizard would be powerless. Once the battle was over, the huff-n-puffer would return power to the rightful owner and everyone lived happily ever after.
Of course, unless someone was killed, then the swap was permanent.”
“Right!” Ronnie almost slipped off the log she was standing on. Steve tried to grab her but only managed to catch a fistful of hair.
Luckily Doug caught her arm before she went down. “Oh, thanks! Right. That’s the story!”
“Ok, still not sure why you had to trudge through the woods to see if I knew the story?” Doug asked.
“Oh, right! Steve, you tell him!” Ronnie said.
“Well, remember my mom came up and took me out for dinner last night?” Steve asked.
“Yeah.” Said Doug
“So, she had more ‘information’ she thought I needed. Normally I don’t really care what kind of gossip she has. But, she actually took me out to a NEP restaurant, because she didn’t want any magic folks to overhear her. We went to this place called Ricks Café in Chagrin Falls. They have really good ribs and french-fries... Now remember, like I said, my mom’s a bit eccentric when it comes to passing on information, but this was different.”
“Alright already! What did your mom say?” Doug asked.
“So, the story of the goblet has always been disputed. Was it a real goblet? Did it actually do what they said it did? Would it work with non-willing participants? What if the goblet got into the wrong hands? Where is the goblet now?”
“It was lost after the Salem Witch Trials.” Doug said matter-of-factly.
“What?” Ronnie and Steve both asked with surprise.
“Um… Yeah, supposedly….it was lost after the Salem Witch Trials” Doug repeated himself, as though he was telling them two plus two was four. “Well, at least that’s how it was told to me.”
“By who?” Ronnie asked.
Steve shook his head. “I don’t think Professor Sampson would consider shouting Doug’s name across the woods as moving quietly…”
Ronnie laughed, but didn’t shout again. “Well then, come on, or we’re going to miss him,” she taunted in a playful whisper.
There was no need for them to hurry, Doug had heard them coming a mile away. He had already visited with his nymph friends and was on his way to meet Ronnie and Steve.
As they came running around a corner Doug was standing there blocking the path. “Yes Steve, you’re right, Ronnie and stealth do not go hand in hand.”
“So, what are you guys doing out here anyway?” The reminder immediately put them in a serious mood.
“The Goblet of Magic,” Steve blurted out, as though it was supposed to mean something.
“What about it?” Doug shrugged.
“Have you ever heard of it?” Ronnie asked.
“Well, yeah, I mean I know the story.” In a silly, sarcastic manner Doug related the story as he knew it. “During the Mayan Age when ‘good’ and ‘evil’ were fighting, a mighty wizard created the ‘goblet of magic’ so the old and sick, or anyone else who was unable to fight, could ‘loan’ their magic to a huff-n-puffer. That non-magical person would then have magical powers and the wizard would be powerless. Once the battle was over, the huff-n-puffer would return power to the rightful owner and everyone lived happily ever after.
Of course, unless someone was killed, then the swap was permanent.”
“Right!” Ronnie almost slipped off the log she was standing on. Steve tried to grab her but only managed to catch a fistful of hair.
Luckily Doug caught her arm before she went down. “Oh, thanks! Right. That’s the story!”
“Ok, still not sure why you had to trudge through the woods to see if I knew the story?” Doug asked.
“Oh, right! Steve, you tell him!” Ronnie said.
“Well, remember my mom came up and took me out for dinner last night?” Steve asked.
“Yeah.” Said Doug
“So, she had more ‘information’ she thought I needed. Normally I don’t really care what kind of gossip she has. But, she actually took me out to a NEP restaurant, because she didn’t want any magic folks to overhear her. We went to this place called Ricks Café in Chagrin Falls. They have really good ribs and french-fries... Now remember, like I said, my mom’s a bit eccentric when it comes to passing on information, but this was different.”
“Alright already! What did your mom say?” Doug asked.
“So, the story of the goblet has always been disputed. Was it a real goblet? Did it actually do what they said it did? Would it work with non-willing participants? What if the goblet got into the wrong hands? Where is the goblet now?”
“It was lost after the Salem Witch Trials.” Doug said matter-of-factly.
“What?” Ronnie and Steve both asked with surprise.
“Um… Yeah, supposedly….it was lost after the Salem Witch Trials” Doug repeated himself, as though he was telling them two plus two was four. “Well, at least that’s how it was told to me.”
“By who?” Ronnie asked.
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