A quiet tip toe among the crispy grass sounded lightly. There was a slight fresh breeze flowing softly through the forest, rays of the sun shining through the cracks of the trees. The light reflected onto the metal of a small, angle winged helmet, which ducked as soon as the light became visible.

Wild boar's turned their heads to and fro as soon as the light was emitted into their eyes. On hands and knees, the hunter creaked under the bushes and slowly slivered towards the clueless animals. His hands bled from his nails as they were pricked at by the sharp twigs that made his path, but he paid no attention to it.

One movement closer, his eyes peered at them from only inches away. He licked his smiling lips greedily while his brows drew together in a state of enjoyable anger. He hunched his shoulders like a lion and readied himself upon his feet. He aimed carefully, his eyes glistening as he did so.

He leapt, then jeered and fell back into the bushes. He held his hand over his eyes to protect them from the dust cloud that soon surrounded him. He fanned the dust away and coughed loudly as he breathed in the air.

Once the cloud had passed, the little hunter opened his eyes and stared angrily at the spot where his lunch had once been. The boars were still there however, only instead of being left to roam free, they were stacked up into a large pile and rested on top of an even larger man's bare shoulders. The large man looked at his catch with pride.

"Obelix!" the small hunter called out angrily with his arms folded over his chest. He stared at the other man who looked back at him feeling intimidated, despite the fact that he was over half his height. Obelix shifted the boars on his shoulders and looked down shyly.

"Hi Asterix" the bigger man said innocently with a small smile. The small Gaul Asterix did not return it. "Obelix, I was this close to getting those boars! This close!" he said while gesturing a small space with his fingers. "We've talked about this before. You hunt on one side of the forest, and I get the other!" he shouted.

Obelix refused to meet his angered gaze. "I'm sorry, but there were hardly any board on my side" he said, making a circle in the dirt with his foot. "So you decide to take the ones from my side huh? You big oaf. Oh well, at least we have something for lunch. Help me out of the bushes will you?" Asterix said whilst holding out his hand and replaced his scolding face with a warm friendly one.

Obelix brightened up as he reached for his friends hand and pulled him out from the bushes. Even with the boars on his shoulders he still managed to lift his small friend up from the ground, into the air and place him back down to the floor without so much as straining himself.

This didn't concern Asterix at all as he lead the way back to the path home with Obelix following in tow.

The two Gaul's walked along side each other as the gates of the village came into view. Asterix, who helped carry the boars, was the first to reach their home place and was therefore the first to be greeted by the small, white dog that barked happily upon their arrival.

"Hello Dogmatix" Asterix said, petting the small pups head with a spare hand. In turn the small dog licked his blood stained fingers obsessively. The small dog soon left him and ran to the larger man behind, his owner, who dropped his wild boars completely and held his arms out to the yapping dog.

"And how's daddy's little diddums? Was he a good puppy while daddy was away? Did he protect the Druid from those meanie weanie Romans?" Obelix fussed over his little dog as the pup licked his nose happily.

Asterix rolled his eyes as he watched his best friend. "Be careful Obelix, you may find yourself losing the effects of the magic potion from how soft you're getting" Asterix teased. Obelix allowed Dogmatix to jump from his hands before he picked up the wild boars once again and threw them over his shoulder.

"If that happened do you think Getafix would let me have so more?" he asked as he waddled up to his smaller companion. "Obelix!" Asterix warned as the two made their way through the village with the small dog chasing after them.

It wasn't long before Asterix and Obelix had roasted up their boars and stuffed themselves with the delicious, greasy flesh, leaving nothing but bones for Dogmatix to chew upon after. "That was great" Obelix complemented with a belch that soon followed, he leaned back into his chair and placed his feet upon the table. Asterix finished his final boar leg before throwing the bone to Dogmatix. "It sure was Obelix" he agreed, wiping his mouth with the napkin he had tide around his neck.

They both relaxed into their chairs, feeling completely stuffed after eating four wild boars between them both. Asterix, who closed his eyes peacefully, wasn't so sure about Obelix, but he himself felt like having a nap after such a large meal. He thought he'd be used to it, having lunch with Obelix every day, yet he still fancied a rest after a meal.

Still, there was work to be done, so taking a nap was out of the question and he knew it. But it didn't stop him from taking a moment to simply feel the warm flames of the open fire wave against his face, or just taking a second to listen to the birds sing to each other as they flew beside the window and-

"Asterix, Obelix!"

Well, as he though, it was just for a moment. Asterix pulled the napkin from around his neck and threw it to the floor. He stood up and ran out of his hut, Obelix following behind closely while holding Dogmatix in his hand.

They both ran to meet the village chief that stood proud and mighty upon his shield that was held up by two other Gaul's. He watched as the two warriors ran up to him, dodging the flying fish as they did so.

"Other than the usual fish fight going on, what's the bother chief?" Asterix asked, skidding to a stop as he reached Vitalstatistix. Obelix did the same thing, only he ended up knocking Asterix to the ground.

The chief groaned and waited as Asterix picked up a nearby fish and slapped his friend's head with it, only for his friend to pick up an even bigger one and do the same. The chief rubbed his eyes, getting impatient, "If you two are done yet I have an order for you both!" he yelled.

Asterix and Obelix turned to him, completely forgetting their fight and gave him full attention. "That's better" the chief stated. "Anyway, as I'm sure you're both aware of, the Romans haven't attacked us for a while now and I'm worried. It's getting to the time when the Romans make their move as they always do and Getafix has decided to start experimenting with some new potions" Vitalstatistix explained.

Obelix looked to Asterix, hoping for an explanation as to why this was important to them, Asterix simply shrugged his shoulders. "What do you want us to do?" the small man asked. The chief simply laughed, "What else? Go and test out the druids potions. The sooner he knows what they do the sooner he can get back to making the magic potion."

"We get to try the potions? Oh goodie goodie goodie" Obelix cheered while clapping his hands, Asterix only rolled his eyes. He should have known. "Fine, we'll go help the druid" the blond man sighed, "Come along Obelix" he added as he walked away from the chief. Obelix followed him again.

They soon reached the druids hut in a matter of minutes. It was a pretty small village, so it didn't take long to go from one home to another. It was handy for visits such as this one.

The worriers didn't bother knocking, but instead allowed themselves into the cozy hut, knowing that their famous druid wouldn't mind.

"Ah, hello boys, how nice of you to drop by" greeted a thin old man with a long white beard that reached the floor. He stood next to a cauldron that rested upon an open fire and stirred the bubbling brew with a large wooden spoon.

Asterix and Obelix closed the door behind them and walked up to the old man in the middle of the room. "Hello Getafix, the chief told us to come and help you test out the new potions. He's afraid the Romans are going to attack and you won't have time to make magic potion" Asterix explain, coming up to the druid's side.

Obelix ignored the others and instead looked into what was being stirred within the pot. His small pup yapped at his feet. "What are you making now?" Obelix asked curiously. Getafix turned to him sternly and knowingly, "Don't even think of it Obelix. Not yet anyway. This is probably one of my most powerful potions. There's no telling what it could do" he mused.

All three men stared into the cauldron with wonder, well nearly all three; one of them looked more suspicious then wondrous. "If you don't know what it can do then how do you know it's dangerous?" Asterix pointed out. Getafix smiled, liking the challenge. "Because the ingredients I use are even rarer then the ingredients I use for the magic potion" he said.

Getafix walked away from the burning pot and approached all his shelves where all his potions rested within bottles. He reached up and picked two down from the dusty shelves. "In fact, all these new potions I've been experimenting with are quite powerful. Be careful as you try them" he proclaimed before handing a bottle to each of the man.

Asterix stared at his potion cautiously while Obelix quickly took the cork out and gulped his potion down greedily. After watching him Asterix soon copied.

It was all silence as they waited. The warriors looked around suspectingly only for nothing to happen. "Are you sure the potions do anything?" Asterix asked, not seeing the sudden horrific stare of Obelix from behind him. Getafix couldn't help but steal a laugh. "Why don't you take a look in the mirror and see for yourself?" he said with his hand over his mouth. Asterix, though slightly confused, did as he was told and looked into the mirror.

Getafix couldn't help but laugh more as Asterix placed his claw like hands against his furry face and let out a loud howling scream. "What have you done to me? I'm like some human wolf-dog!" Asterix proclaimed. He turned to the druid with his razor sharp teeth bared and snarled as Getafix laughed more.

"Asterix, you're like a larger version of Dogmatix" Obelix laughed. The yellow-furred covered Asterix turned to his best friend, at first just as angry, but then found himself bursting into a fit of laughter himself. "What's so funny?" Obelix asked, getting defensive. Getafix simply drew his hand to the mirror, unable to say anything himself through laughter.

As he complied, Obelix's face became nothing more then a picture of annoyance. "Very funny" he said flatly as he stared at his boar-like nose and the tusks in his mouth. His comment was followed by a snort which sent the Wolf-Asterix falling to his hands and knees and howling in more laughter.

Getafix cleared his throat with a large smile, feeling himself calmer yet still amused. "Now, don't worry you two. The effects should wear off in about... three... two... one" he counted with his fingers.

And just as he said, Asterix and Obelix glowed a bright green light and returned back to their normal selves.

The whole afternoon passed on and it was full of bright lights and sparkles as the two worriers tried all the new potions Getafix had created. After hours of being shrunk, morphed, cloned and many other things, the only thing left to try was Getafix's newest experiment.

"Now you must remember to be careful with this one, there is no telling what it can do" Getafix warned as he stirred the potion once again. "I know, you told us before" Asterix complained, plucking the final feather from his back with a yelp. Obelix ignored all as he played with his donkey tail before it slowly vanished. When it was gone he turned to the potion. Dogmatix remained asleep by the corner of the room.

Getafix scooped up some of the purple glowing potion, it bubbled and foamed from the spoon as he did so. "Are you sure this is safe?" Asterix asked as the potion was placed close to his face. He stared at the purple liquid as if it had just confessed to be the devil's poison. "Of course! Now come, time is of the essence" Getafix edged the potion closer, urging him to hurry up.

Asterix and Obelix stole a glance at each other, still not feeling complete in trust. Yet it didn't seem like they had much of a choice. It was the chiefs orders to help the druid seeing as how they couldn't find a Roman to do it for them. Asterix turned back to the wooden spoon with the potion in and held the bottom of it with his hands. He took a nervous gulp before placing the spoon to his lips and drinking the potion. Obelix watched with wide, fearful eyes as Getafix took the spoon back and placed it into the pot, scooping up another potion. He put it towards Obelix, who didn't hesitate as much, but still uneasily drank the potion.

It was all once again silent as they waited for a sign of anything. But there was nothing.

Asterix threw his arms into the air, "Well that was a waist of-"

The whole room fell dark, a pitched black darkness. Asterix spun around, looking for anything, but he couldn't even see his own hand as he held it in front of his face. "Obelix? Getafix?" he called, feeling slightly panicked.

"Asterix?" he heard a reply.

"Obelix!" he cried, "Where are you?" He held out his hands and wondered within the darkness.

"I'm here Asterix!" he heard Obelix cry. He sounded quite close by actually, when he thought about it. He spun around and his hand touched something that felt like a giant bag of meat. "Oh Obelix, I'm glad your save" he sighed, taking a hold of what felt like Obelix's arm, knowing that it was best to stay close. "Is there a light anywhere?" he asked.

Obelix turned his head from side to side. "Yes, right behind us" he answered. Asterix turned his head around also until he was met by two dazzling lights, both followed by a strange metallic noise and speeding with great speeds... strait... towards... them.

"Agh!" Asterix gasped as he threw his arms over his eyes. Obelix, seeing how fast the noisy lights were coming, quickly grasped Asterix's small form in his giant hand and leapt out of the way, just in time before the lights passed them, sending a gush of wind through their hair after and leaving them back in darkness.

Asterix sat on Obelix's shoulder and held onto the bigger man's helmet. "By Toutatis, what was that thing? I've never seen anything so fast in all my life!" Asterix practically cried out, still completely alarmed. Obelix was just as bad as he failed to let go of his friend who he rested on his shoulder. He heard something that sounded like a trumpet blow, and so turned his head to the direction it came from.

"Umm Asterix... I think this is your chance to see it again" he panicked as he saw another pair of noisy lights head strait towards them. Asterix turned and saw what he saw. He screamed once again and held a strong grip onto his best friends head.

There was no time to jump for this one, and Obelix knew it. Instead he turned his shoulder, along with Asterix, away from the lights and held out his hand quickly.

The lights crashed into his opened palm creating a bigger, more alarming noise. The lights had gone out but Asterix and Obelix didn't need them any more. It seemed in that moment there were more lights from all around in giant bricked huts, massive compared to the ones in the village. There were lights even hanging up from metal poles and they shined down upon the strange looking grey roads.

The two worriers couldn't believe their eyes. All around them there were thousands of people, all wearing the most strangest of outfits. They could even see woman wearing trousers! And all the people, with the peculiar hair styles were staring right at them.

Obelix looked away from the large, astounded crowed and looked back at what had rammed into his hand. It was a giant metal box with glass windows. There was even a man inside, though he was quick to open up the metal door and run into the crowed.

Asterix, feeling completely horrified by the strange environment and the stares of the crowed, patted Obelix's head slowly. "Pull your hand away from the metal box" he whispered slowly. Obelix didn't look away from the people but still obeyed anyway. He slowly removed his hand away from the box.

There was a long silence, the only noise being the ringing alarm that came from the metal box itself. Neither Asterix or Obelix knew what to do in this situation... other then one thing.

"Obelix... run."