The Race Against Time

Mr. Ominous

"Hmm, I'm not sure," I admitted. "Let's list the pros and cons of trusting him. The pros...."
"We'll be able to find the place to fix the sword, if he isn't lying," my sister said.
"That's a big pro," I said. "What else?"
"Well...... No, that's it, actually."
"Oh. Well, uh, cons?"
"He could be evil and he could kill us."
"Well, that's only one...."
"And if he's lying, it'll be useless."
"Oh, well, uh, this has more cons than pros," I said worriedly.
We stared at each other for a while.
"So..... should we trust him?" My sister broke the silence.
We then looked at each other. Our bond helped us communicate without words or gestures.
We had made our decision.
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We walked back to the man.
"We..... we accept," I said.
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Now, you may be wondering why we agreed to have him help us. There was a better chance that this was a bad idea than it was a good idea. But we had to take that risk. If we didn't, then we definitely wouldn't be able to find the place to fix the sword in time, and we wouldn't be able to save the world. This would actually get us somewhere. Even if we died, it would be better than not trying whatsoever. But it didn't mean we trusted him. We had our suspicions.
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"Brilliant!" The man said. "I'll prepare dinner!"
"Dinner?" We asked simultaneously.
"Yes. I have instant noodles! Just go get some wood so we can make a fire and heat it. Then we will go off to sleep! I've got three sleeping bags!" The man said, walking into his large tent.
There was definitely something suspicious about this man.
It seemed like he had prepared for two kids who needed help with the Sword of Atlantis to come rolling down a hill.
He was most definitely not genuine. He had a plan. But we had to do this anyhow.
So we walked to get some wood.
"I know what you're thinking," my sister said. "We can't trust that man. He's prepared. He's up to something. Clearly, he's using us, but we have to tag along or we won't be able to save the world."
"Yeah. But one quick thing. I don't feel comfortable calling him 'the man'. We should give him a name," I suggested.
"Yeah, I suppose we should. What do you suggest?"
"I say Mr. Ominous."
She thought about that for a moment. "Mr. Ominous it is."
So we searched for some wood to bring back to Mr. Ominous.