Olivier looked back into the grotto, where the Cube sat atop a pedestal, shining brightly.
A line of exasperated soldiers and maidens stood, protecting it. They nodded to him with a look of determination.
“One,” Parson said, “Three! Your lives are over, you miserable abominations!”
And then the voices stopped. The boots stomped away.
An asparagus guard motioned to him.
“I don't like the sound of that,” Albert, the asparagus guard said.
“What do you think will happen?” Madeline, an onion maiden asked. “Do you think they'll break through?”
“I told you, the magic will hold,” Albert said. “I think we’ll be okay.”
Olivier sighed. “I hope you're right.”
Then they heard more boots stomping down the hallway toward the door.
“Your time is up!” Parson cried. “Break that door open!”
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