Room4c
“Well, I’m dying of thirst,” Conrad says and reaches for the black mirror.
The mirror rushes over the group plunging them into the bitter cold of the mirror realm until they find themselves standing in the same angular room. The mirrors have disappeared but in the center of the table is the pitcher and glasses which the mirror promised.
“Wait,” Lamia shouts as Conrad rushes forward pours a glass of water. “What if it’s poisoned?”
Conrad raises the glass to his lips and gulps half the cup in one swallow.
“Do I look like I’m dying?”
He continues to drink like a man dying of thirst. The remaining trio looks at each other and then at their friend who is rapidly emptying the pitcher and decides to throw caution to the wind.
The water is as clear and crisp as any mountain stream they have ever tasted. Hints of citrus caress their tongues with each swallow.
“I didn’t realize how thirsty I was. This is amazing water,” Safir says.
“I told you,” Conrad says before screaming and spraying the water from his mouth across the table.
“Conrad,” Jora shouts, and then also doubles over, screaming in pain.
Soon all four friends are screaming their agony into the room and clutching their bellies. They collapse to the ground, spastically thrashing in agony until one by one they fall still.