""You found anything, Jake?" A sudden call from behind him nearly made Jake fall down in fear. He quickly stood up, dusting off his pants and shirt, before giving a questioning gaze. "You okay?" Grud asked with concern in his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I just thought I saw a poisonous... snurple, I think?" Concern growing in his eyes, Grud probed further. "Those aren't real. Come on, just tell me. We're brothers, right?"
Facing the ever-increasing gaze from Grud, Jake hoped there would be something, anything, that would help divert Grud's attention from him. Just then, one of the brothers exclaimed, "Found the entrance! Guys, I found the entrance! We're rich, we're so rich, ahahaha!"
Dancing in their native dance, Beebo, Beba? (He still didn't know how to differentiate them) stood close to a semi-circular metallic gate that looked bronze in color. Etched into them were sigils similar to the ones found in the book.
Were.
For the glyphs seemed to be decaying. Gone were most of the letters, with only some highlights still visible in the ever-fading glyphs. Although some sparks still seemed to flow through the sigils, they posed no threat at all.
""Uh, young boss, how do we get in?" Beebo asked Grud, who had walked behind Jake quietly. Jake, after getting over the jump scare, turned to look at the gate, hand on chin, thinking. Grud and the others, who had convened together, all gathered together, leaving Jake alone, as he seemed to be busy figuring out how to get in (better to have eggs in two baskets than one).
As they seemed to be figuring out how to get in, suddenly, Jake put his hands on the gate, pushing it slightly. He did not know why he had done so, only believing that it was the right thing to do.
Meanwhile, deep within the bag, the book glowed slightly before fading back again.
Rumbling...
After managing to regain their footing, the squad looked at Jake, awestruck. Grud looked at the open garden, squealed like a little girl who had gotten her favorite doll, before shaking Jake with great fervor. "How did you do it! HOW, TELL ME NOW!"
Dizzy from all the shaking, Jake, after pushing Grud away from himself, simply answered, "Who cares! Just get in and start looting already. Mr. Druis and the others have already started getting all the plants." Trying to divert attention from himself, Jake took Grud's attention away from himself and toward the bountiful loot that had appeared.
Grud, realizing that what he said was true, just glared back at Jake, slightly angry, before taking a sack and joining the feast.
Phew, that was close! Can't let myself get caught, Jake thought as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He took out a bag as well before entering the garden, wondering what all that was about.
Large swathes of plants colored the garden, each more unique than the last. He could see tall stalks of what appeared to be... corn (he could not be sure; they were glowing too much, nearly giving him epilepsy). Unsure of what they were, he still took them, as the ladies would still buy them, even if they tasted ridiculously bad.
He could see large swaths of green leaves which, for reasons unknown, made him—or so he believed—see tantalizing beauties beckoning him to dance with him in a food court with his favorite burgers flying around. He also had the sudden urge to strip naked and run around the acre, singing happy thoughts while rolling down the land.
Slapping himself awake, he turned around and ran as if his life depended on it. Never again.
He saw large trees scattered about, laden with fruits that he had never seen before. He approached one such tree and picked one from one of its many stalks. Peeling it, he gazed at its glistening flesh before taking a bite.
It's flesh entranced him with its myriad flavours that danced across his tongue, from spicy, to sweet, to funky, to electrifying, to jumpy, all way back to sweet.
Feeling himself getting deeper into the fruit, he had drag himself back into reality, tears flowing down his eyes, before going the opposite direction. After reaching a distance far enough, he dropped down to his knees, before crying.
After what seemed to be hours (it was only fifteen minutes) Jake dragged himself up, and started his own round of harvests. After 5 hours of harvesting (read: looting), he and the others sensed a disturbance in the force, compelling them together their sacks, and running towards the gate.
Just as tbe believed that they had all escaped safely, Grud realized that Druis was missing. Searching for him, Biba managed to find him.
Turns out, he was still inbtbe garden, dragging a sack thrive his size. "Uncle Druis, just drop it! Your life is worth far much more than a measly plant!" All of a sudden, with power from unknown, Druis started running at twice the speed, barely managing to escape.
As he collapsed, panting from exhaustion, he looked at them, eyes filled with appreciation, and thanked them profusely.