Are you happy Tristian(Last installment of 'Are you ___' series)

Chapter 13

Remember when Tristian saw those dots that lead up to the wall? Well, it turns out to be stations for trivia. Meaning, he will actually have to use his brain and answer any question that is thrown at him, correctly. Fuck. There is one thing that you should know about Tristian.

He is horrible at trivia.

But Tristian quickly shook this doc out of his head quickly. "No...I can do this," he turned towards an angel with a bored expression his face, "Okay! Give me the question now. I will pay attention this time." The angel smirked at him, looking up at the boy again. "Two fathers and two sons went downstairs to eat three apples for breakfast. How is that possible?" Tristian looked down, biting a bit of his lower lip. Good thing people like Cyrus aren't here. He would definitely be called dumb and get roasted to the point of tears.

"Uhhh...let's see............wait, what did you...?" The angel quickly frowned and glared at Tristian, clearly impatient. Tristian saw the expression and immediately became scared of it. Some time went by, and Tristian just stood there, clueless. The angel looked down at his watch and got up, flying away without saying a word. After two minutes, Tristian finally came up with an answer. "They probably split it! Wait...waiiiiit. He's gone!" Aye, this is his chance to review his answer before locking it in for real.

He soon felt a hand on his shoulder, startling him easily, 'What the hell...oh, it's you." Cyrus rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "And this 'you' person has decided to be of assistance on your journey so that they can get out of this place too if everything succeeds. So the least you can do is say thank you, brat. Now, what's up?" Tristian scowled but decided to tell him. "In order to get to the wall all the way over there, we have to get pass these trivia questions. It's like a checkpoint of some sort. If that makes sense. But the thing is, I suck at this. I can't even get this riddle right." Cyrus glowered and became really excited. "Riddles?! I love em'! Tell me what it is." Tristian stared at him confused but decided to tell him anyway.

Cyrus soon let out a cackle, "You really are an idiot. There is really three people. Grandpa, his son and his grandson. Get it? Grandpa is the dad of the father, which makes the father the son of the grandpa. Father is...you guess it, the father of the son. Which makes the son..the SON of the father. Hence, there is 'two fathers and two sons.' Remember to say that answer when the one in charge of this booth comes back." Tristian nodded his head and repeated the explanation multiple times to himself.

The other boy started looking around and soon found two swords. One gold and one silver. It caught his attention. "Oh wow..." Cyrus ran over and bend down to touch it. "Let's go! New weapons..." Suddenly, a big wail screeched out of nowhere, hurting the boys ears.

"You tooook iiiiiit, waaaaaaaaaah."

Uh oh..

"Hey! What did you do?"

"Well...funny story..."

"What. Did. You. Do?"