Baralai's Bastion

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Choose Your Own Suduction
The Beginning

You find yourself standing outside of a rather peculiar building. In all respects it is a mansion, but the colors are so contrasting and so pristine that it feels more that you are in a dream. The grass is perfectly green with no a weed in sight, the driveway is solid black with not a crack within, and the flower arrangements are beautiful in design, color and seem to be all evenly spaced. In all design this house is a dream house.

�Hey! HEY! DON�T GO IN THERE!!� you turn around and see a little kid running towards you. He looks to be no older than 10. He is dressed in a uniform of some prestigious elementary school.

�Um, sorry?� You say to the kid.

�Don�t go in there Mister. That�s the witch�s house�

�I don�t think that is a witch�s house. Witches don�t like bright colors.� You say to the kid. You smile in amusement. You know it is not a witch�s house. Your close friend Peter lives here. Well at least you think he lives here. This is your first time over, and you had no idea that Peter lived in such an extravagant place. So maybe you got the address wrong.

�Really, Mister, really, there is a witch. She lures naughty children in her house and never lets them leave.�

�Relax, there is no witch. My friend lives here and I�m just visiting.�

The kid looks disgruntled that you don�t believe him. �Don�t say I didn�t warn you!� And with that the little boy runs down the sidewalk.

You walk over to the front gate and press the buzzer on the intercom. You look up at the camera across from you and wonder is there really are hired security guards here. A minute later the gate begins to slowly swing out. You walk through before they finish opening.

You walk across the flat pavement looking at the flawless garden before you. On the way you wonder why your friend, Peter, would travel so far to go to your average, run-of-the-mill school. It would probably take over an hour to get to their school from this house and the daily trip would probably be tiring after a while. Still you are excited about spending an entire weekend in this mansion and start wondering if they have a pool.

You walk up the steps towards the door and give a light tap against the solid oak entrance. A loud echoing footsteps echoes behind walls and the door is soon opened. The guy standing behind the door is not your friend Peter, but another guy about your age. He is about 5� 6� and has a magnificent body. You can tell because he is only wearing a pair of dark blue underwear and nothing else. While his frame is thin, his muscles are nicely toned and you can�t help but be impressed.

�Can I help you?� the lanky brunette asks.

�Um, does Peter Abbot live here?�

�WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU�RE DOING!� You hear a familiar voice yell. You see the guy in front of you fall to the ground and then notice Peter has tackled the half naked teen onto the ground. �I have a friend over, you should be wearing your guest clothes,� Peter barks at the boy.

�Hey can�t I go out for a swim. I need to practice.�

�Just get out of here.� With that Peter lets the other boy up and lets him go further into the house. �Sorry, that was my brother Lance. He�s on the swim team at his school, so he practices a lot.�

�Oh so he was wearing a speedo,� You say awkwardly.

�Yeah, my brothers are kinda weird, but they�re fairly cool. Sorry I didn�t get here first, I was working on some chores I still need to finish.�

�Do you need some help with anything,� You ask.

�Er, not yet. I mean I couldn�t ask that of you. I mean you�re my guest, I should have finished this before you came. Why don�t you go upstairs to my room and make yourself at home. I shouldn�t be too long. Just leave your bags there. One of the servants will pick them up.�

�Oh and one more thing. My mom wants to meet you. She�s making deserts in the kitchen. Would you like to meet her now?�

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