Hero

The Machine

When she looked into the box, she saw armor and weapons.

"How?! What?!"

She would have never expected the Idiot to even legally own anything like this. Arrows, swords, heavy metal clubs, we're just a small variety of what was inside.

Syria took out a sword with a blue handle, studded with diamonds. "It's beautiful..." She whispered. "I know." Andrew replied back.

But it was too much. No. No, she couldn't play with anything. Her first priority was to to get back home. So she could rescue her brother and sister. She also needed to stop the stabbing pain in her foot before it got worse. She put the sword down, and walked away.

She examined the pipes and levers in the room. Maybe a few hours ago, it was a supply closet. But, now it was something more. But what was it?

"We need to get home soon. If we don't, you don't know what mayhem might be going on there." Andrew sighed.

"Can we at least play a little bit with the swords and stuff?" Another exasperated sigh from Syria. "Have you honestly learned NOTHING?!" She screamed. "Children DO NOT play with ANYTHING dangerous!" Once she screamed it, she immediately regretted it.

Andrew looked at little hurt, but he shook it off.

"Andrew, I'm-"
"No, it's fine. I should know better."
"I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed about getting out of here... I have no idea what to do, and I'm STARVING!"
"Ugh, me too. And don't worry, I understand. Let's just find some food, so we can think properly."
"I TOTALLY agree!"

Just then, Syria heard a little pitter patter in the wall adjacent of her.

"What-"

Just then, the wall opened up, to reveal a table with a feast perfectly laid on top. Pizza, chicken tenders, salad, chocolate cake, was just a small percentage of the feast.

A recorded voice came from above them. "Your dinner is ready, Master."

Andrew looked over at Syria. "I think I'm gonna stay here for a while."