Baralai's Bastion

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Choose Your Own Suduction
Meeting Mother

�Sure I�ll meet her now.�

Peter waves for you to follow him down the hallway. Your eyes start to explore the vast number of rooms. Each looks elegant and refined. There seems to be odd things mixed within the framed artworks and expensive looking knick-knacks that seem to be more occult. There are shrunken heads, crystals, odd symbols, and all sorts of artifacts mixed within the rooms. If anything else they look to be more functional as decoration, but you start to understand why the boy thought this was a witch�s house.

Peter enters a room and motions you to proceed as well. The room is obviously the kitchen, but is much larger that the one you are used to seeing. There are many counters, ovens, cabinets and fridges neatly set so a group of chefs could prepare a true feast at a small restaurant.

At one of the counters is an old woman that looks over towards you. Obviously she is Peter�s mother. There is no resemblance to Peter or Lance within the woman�s face. Her features are sharp, with a thin pointy chin and skinny long face. Her large round glasses reflect the light so you can�t see her eyes and her hair is gray and bound in a tight bun. You think to yourself that any child would probably take this woman as a scary witch.

�Oh you must be Peter�s friend. He talks about you so much.� She says to you in a sweet tone. She sounds more like a kindly grandmother than any old witch. �Here dear try one of my cream puffs. They�re one of my specialties.� She puts out a woven basket filled with pastries. �Oh come on now don�t be shy, take as much as you want.� You take one of the puffs and bit it in half.

�Wow, they are really good Mrs. Abbott.� You finish the one you took and grab another from the basket.

She turns from you leaving the basket on the counter in front of you, and turns to Peter. �Peter, dear, you aren�t done with your chores. Now run along and finish them and don�t keep your friend waiting too long.�

Peter simply nods with a big grin on his face and runs out the door.

Peter�s mother turns back to you with a pleasant smile on her face while you are grabbing your fifth cream puff. �I�m glad you like those dear, please eat as many as you like. I need to go over some rules with you while you are staying here. While you are here, you will probably see things you are not used to seeing. But you won�t really care about that will you dearie.�

�No Mrs. Abbott.�

�Oh, please call me Mother.�

�Okay, Mother,� You say while taking another bite of the delicious pastry.

�Now don�t judge my boys. While you might see things as odd, you shouldn�t be able to question how things work here. As a matter of fact, if something seems odd to you, it will really start excite you. Don�t be afraid to try new things, you might learn to love doing them. Explore anything you want dearie and let your curiosity roam free.�

You nod your head in agreement as your hand reaches into the empty basket. �Oh, I�m sorry, I didn�t mean to eat them all,� you say apologetically.

�Oh don�t worry dearie. I was just about to put some cookies in the oven. Why don�t you go upstairs. You can hang out in Peter�s room or I�m sure one of his brothers can keep you company if you get lonely. Help yourself to anything dearie.�

You leave the kitchen feeling full of energy and very adventurous

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