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Asterix - Come What May“Say, Panoramix. Are we going to be alright?”
The shadow that has spoken crouches nearby, at the edge of the druid’s field of vision. Panoramix doesn’t follow much of its movements; as it usually happens, he is too engrossed in his work to turn around. Brewing the potion is a sacred ritual – it leaves just enough room to see a bent head, downward and pensive, and catch the light swing of dangling legs.
A moment later, he must devote the whole of his attention to the cauldron again. Nimble fingers cut the perfect dose of fennel to smithereens, to drop it in the broth like a thick green dust. His eyes do not move; to guess what is going on, he has no need to look in Asterix’s direction.
“Who am I to tell, my boy?”
He draws a long breath, part resignation, part disgust. Beneath the scales, the fish he prepared has rotted again. Someone is in for a good scolding.
“Not even I can predict the future, you know.”
He moves the cauldron
Asterix - Under the Old Oak Tree“Listen up, everyone,” Asterix begins. “It all started with a man called Julius Caesar.”
There is an old oak tree at the edge of the forest. According to the elders, it has always been there.
The children have no memory of this, but everyone else does. Over the decades, the woods had to retire and grow back incessantly. The trees gave way to new Roman settlements, in the smell of smoke and burnt ground; they waited for them to escape, patiently, and every time covered the earth in seeds again. Those were confusing years for everyone.
But the old oak tree is a sacred spot. Among deforestation, magical regrowth and whatnot, it is one of the few trees the Gauls never ceased defending. For every failed attempt, the Romans watched one of their camps be destroyed – the fresh garrisons all learnt the lesson sooner or later, and none ever bothered with more than two attempts.
No one alive in the village remembers when the tradition began. But they all defend it
Asterix - To the Passing of TimeThe first important thing Asterix learnt was that people could be hurt in more than one way.
While asking a lot of questions was ingrained in his nature, it was the first answer he got to truly make a difference. He was as curious, in his childhood, as he lacked self-control; he never let it slip when his peers were mean to him, and it didn’t help that he was always listening. Luckily for him, he had two great gifts to rely on – quick wits, and his mother’s infinite patience.
When Asterix came home bruised and covered in dust, again, he was three years old, and it had happened for five days in a row. He had set a new record.
Firmly, like she had never done before, Praline sat him in the middle of the courtyard, between a bucket of hot water and her own firm grasp. Thus, she said, the sky would hear all his cries, and would grow really angry if he ever were to brawl again.
Despite his squirming and wailing in pain, he remained stubborn as ever. He would not
Asterix - Small adventures Ch 1Asterix - Small adventures Chapter 1
The year is 79 BC and Gaul is entirely occupied by Romans.
Entirely occupied? No, not entirely! One small village is still holding out against the Romans.
In this village in the early of September a small boy named Cacofonix is walking around, happily singing completely out of tone.
The afternoon sun is shining indistinctly and a mild breeze is tugging on the boy’s blonde, half long hair and his red cloak.
It’s a bit chilly, but the boy doesn’t mind at all, on the contrary he is in a really good mood and is enjoying the weather.
The reason why he is happy is because all day he’s been able to be composing new songs that he has been singing all day to everyone’s dismiss.
In contrast with other villages, the boy is walking all alone with not a soul around him. This is partly because nobody can stand his singing and partly because the Romans are attacking.
In an ordinary village this would result in the maidens taking
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"Dear Gauls (and Romans)
Since many of you love to read (or watch) my adventures,
I asked two friends of mine to make an 'ASTERIX group' !!
This group is for all my dearest fans.
So if you love to draw me and the others in my village
or even the romans),
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'ALL ROMANS ARE CRAZY XD
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