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oc challenge v : let's have fun

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What difference would it make?

Almost in a dream-like trance, Pollux found himself staring at five mysterious doors that offer no escape from this strange white room. For years now, dreams have been a rarity as he slept each night to which he didn't mind; it meant that he was resting soundly.

From his left to his right, the five doors had been color-coded respectively along with the faded engravings of what seemed to await him behind the door.

A pretty deep green for the door with communicating with animals, innocent white for going invisible, a mystical purple for summoning objects and people, ocean blue for transformation and obsidian black for convincing anyone about anything.

"Behind each door lies a newfound power you will be able to inherit. However, you may only receive one, and once you enter forever, you may never turn back. You may experience each power once before making your choice, so choose carefully."

A mysterious voice rumbled from above, to which Pollux responded, "but what if I don't want to?" To his dismay, no response answered his burning question and he could only sigh, walking towards the green door.

"Here goes nothing," he sighed in disbelief.

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Through the door, he found himself lying on a patch of grass in the middle of the olive grove with a few birds and beetles surrounding him. A pigeon that rested unpon his chest chirped to the others, Pollux somehow able to understand each sound that it made as though it had been spoken by a human, "do you think he's dead?"

Chatters came from the other creatures, some who suggested to just leave him there, and some who suggested stealing his olives before he woke up. He found their incessant chatter to be annoying and quickly shooed them away.

Deciding the animals' noisy babbling was too much for him, he returns to the white room. His thoughts alone were more than enough.

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Upon returning to the white room, he found the first door he went through cracked at the edges. Surely, if he were to go through it once more, the entire thing would collapse and be utterly damaged.

Meanwhile, the other four doors remained in perfect condition, just waiting for him to test out what new powers he could adopt.

And so he tested the others out as well.

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The second door he chose was the obsidian coloured door, where he tested out the powers of being able to convince anyone about anything he said. He found the ability to be rather useful, yet he felt absolutely manipulative.

The other villagers his age soon accepted him as part of their social circle and while everything seemed so perfect, he simply couldn't keep this power. The way everything went as he said just made it all seem so forced, so fake. He just couldn't accept such a reality.

Yet another power had been turned down.

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The next door was the white wooden door, where he had been introduced to the power of invisibility. As Deia was a small village, the rest of the villagers soon noticed the disappearance of the reclusive olive vendor.

What good would it bring to him? So what if he was invisible? Who would even bother come look for him?

Once more, he left.

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Ocean blue, the door for the powers to transform into anything and everything. Standing before a mirror, he watches as he takes the form of his father - a grumpy man with a receding hairline and the same golden eyes he had. Perhaps that had been the only way he had been similar to his father.

Transforming to look like his mother, he noticed he had the same black hair she had, the same sharp nose she had, and her same thin lips. He might as well be the male version of her from another reality.

Lastly, he took form of his favourite uncle, how eactly he had ed him. Only to be left with the realization that this may be the only way he could see him; and no matter how amazing the idea sounded, it was never going to be enough for him.

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"Polly?"

The embarrassing nickname he used to hate being called once more reached his ears, by the same familiar voice he missed hearing. Opening his eyes slowly, for he feared that he was too hopeful, he found none other than tío Castilo before him.

Castilo was beyond confused, yet so unbelievably happy at the same time.

"Tío Castilo," Pollux whispered, feeling his mind buzz with a million questions he had always wished to ask the man who raised him from birth.

Instead, he settles for a hug.

Gone for four years, Pollux noticed his uncle's beer belly had shrank and his ugly beard gone, only left with the healthy man Pollux ed as a young boy.

"I missed you so much, tío Castilo. Why did you leave?"

Castilo returned his hug, rough hands patting his back as though trying to comfort Pollux.

"I had to," was the only response he received.

It wasn't a satisfactory answer; but for now, it was more than enough.

Pollux never turned back to make his choice again. He decided to stay in this reality where his uncle was with him once more. Just them two in the olive grove, joking and wasting the days away.

Pollux didn't like thinking of himself more than anything else.

But for this once, he will choose to be selfish.

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i'm not all too satisfied with it but at the same time, i feel good about this piece. i hope you enjoyed it. thank you for reading pollux's story! obviously, it has not ended, and i hope to further elaborate on it. but for now, he will spend his days in the olive grove in peace.

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