Garu was walking through the forest. It was very early in the morning. He had just finished fishing and was about to go home when he heard a rustling sound.
Alert and already posing for a fight, Garu dropped his fishing gear. That was when he heard the sound of glass breaking somewhere above him.
He looked up only to feel a warm liquid splash on his face. It stung his eyes and he could feel it dripping from his neck to his chest wetting his clothes in the process.
Garu wiped it from his face with his hand and opened his eyes. That was when he realized that the substance on his palm was glowing purple.
"What the—" Garu tried to shake his hands to flick it off but the substance sank itself into his skin.
He could feel the intense heat rushing through his veins. He cried in agony. He felt like it was burning him alive.
Then just as suddenly, his heart started pounding harder in his chest. Faster and faster it went until he felt like he couldn't breathe. After what seemed like a century, he stopped breathing and his heart stopped pounding and everything went black.
Earlier that day
Shaman excitedly ran through the forest clutching his precious treasure in his chest as he did so. He was running to find Clown to share his bit of good news.
Shaman saw him at their camp on the edge of a cliff concentrating on sharpening their weapons. Clown was sitting on a trunk pumping his legs on the paddles of a stone wheel. He carefully held the edge of the sword on the stone. It sparked from the friction but he didn't seem to mind. He rarely minded anything really.
Out of breath, he bent over and clamped his hands just above his knees to support his weight as he gasped in air.
"I-gasp-I did it!" He said without preamble. Clown’s eyes flickered to him before returning his attention to his task.
Shaman was smart enough to know that he shouldn't wait for a response, so he continued. "I made a love potion and it worked!" He proudly held out the small glass bottle for Clown to see. Inside was a murky concoction that glowed an eerie purple.
Clown raised disbelieving eyes from the potion to him. "How do you know it would work? Everything you've ever done was either ineffective or it was effective for a different purpose. I learned to expect that whenever you do another one of your magic."
Shaman's eyebrows slammed together in hurt pride. He didn't understand half of what Clown said but Shaman recognized that his companion didn't believe him. He straightened himself then crossed his arms over his chest. "It worked this time. I tested it out, you see. I sprinkled it on some squirrels- just a little bit- and I could see they loved each other instantly."
Clown eyed him weirdly then he looked somewhat disgusted. Shaman always thought Clown was cynical so Shaman felt obligated to defend the squirrels. "It's true. At first, they fainted. I really thought I messed up again and killed them but when they woke up minutes later, the male one became all caring and gentlemanly and tried to help the female one up a tree. Although, she wouldn't budge when he kept pushing at her from behind—"
"STOP! I get the idea." Clown cried out as if Shaman offended his criminal sensibilities. Then, he seemed to want to tell Shaman something but then thought better of it and clamped his mouth shut.
Poor Clown. He couldn't know the mysteries of love.
But Shaman did and he put all his knowledge to create the perfect love potion. Although, he was shocked when he realized that it worked. He guessed it was because he wasn't used to the fact that his creations did the job they were supposed to.
"What do you plan to do with it?" Clown asked still eyeing him weirdly.
"I'm going to give it to Chief as a present. She's with Tobe now but I know she'll be happy with me once I give this to her. " Shaman said giddily. He believed no one else knew his deeper admiration for their Chief. But Clown's eyes narrowed at him in suspicion.
"I know she will. But..." Shaman's face fell when he added that small word. "that's because she's going to want to use it on Tobe." Clown said it slowly so his colleague could absorb his words.
Feeling the rage boiling inside him, he furiously threw the bottle off the cliff with all his might. He heard Clown gasp when they saw the potion getting smaller and smaller until it was lost among the trees below.
Stupid! He was just so stupid. He should've known she was just going to use his hard labor on Tobe. Perfectly effective but useless now.
"You are such an idiot!" Clown railed at him. His usually stoic veneer was gone and was replaced by exasperation. Clown had stopped his task and was looking at him with his eyebrows furrowed irritably.
"You don’t have to rub it in. I should have known she would just use-"
"Not that you moron! Since you seem to like her so much, why didn't you think about using it on her?"
Clown shook his head when he watched Shaman process that bit of information.
Clown didn't know how he could sometimes tolerate him. "Can't you make another?"
"No... I don't know how anymore." He looked away sadly.
Clown shook his head at the irony. Shaman, for some twist of fate, created a successful potion only for him to throw it away in his ignorance. If it weren't for him irritating him all the time, he would have felt sorry for the idiot.
“Why did you even make one?”
“Because the squirrel—“
“Stop. I’m sorry I asked.”