Hello Hive Pizza community.
This is my entry for the First every block chain novella facilitated by:
@dibblers.dabs
Contest and story can be found here: @dibblers.dabs/a-tale-of-two-pizzas-ongoing-contest-week-3
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As the Barron sat there his mind drifted to possibilities of what was to come. Sabotage of the supply lines to love from far away lands, the Barons mind wandered. The missed opportunities of adventure and love when the Barron was young. The possibility of other lands gaining some form of power that he himself did not posses. These thought of insecurity to the kingdom arouse often and were somewhat mitigated by the efforts he put in through the years.
There was a smell of a whisper along the lines of some ingredient The Baron could not place. He ran through the rolodex in his mind of all the possible toppings that could be making the scent such a scent, but he could not place it. This disturbed the Barron but he was interrupted by the runner who came in to tell the Barron, "The Smelt your most loyal informant is coming Baron." This pleased the Baron knowing that his trepidation would be quelled from the information the Smelt would provide him. The Smelt got his name by being a slippery fish through that lands he knew how to move fast over land which did not make sense. The Baron mind wandered to the way to which the Smelt would move but after what felt like no time at all, the Smelt entered the castle. A large clattering of doors the Baron could hear coming down the hall. The Smelt, a spy, informant, eyes and year where the Baron could not be. Able to move undetected through the lands like a fish through fingers small enough so no net could hold him back.
The Smelt entered the room and headed straight for the Pizza Baron and said, "Sire" the Smelt said, "I come to you today with word from far away. The winds of change have come and the smell of the fire have carried upon them the herbs and spices of far away lands. I have seen from a light upon a far away hill the rumours of another land whos Baron is making pizza with access to distant lands of herbs and spices. I swam back here to let you know this. I shall return to the front of the line where the words have come from but I knew I must inform you my Baron before I go in too deep." He said almost exhausted from the spill of information like a stork retching up food for its young.
The Barron sat there thinking the olive, the anchovies, the crying the all of it sounded so far off and distant compared to the news he just heard. The Barron said to the Smelt, "Go fast go long go find the information and the answers to inform and undermine. Make hast take what resource and people you need. Send word go now - go fast." He motioned a hand to the Smelt to bring more information to the kingdom and with a flick of the foot the Smelt had vanished through the guards and was gone.
The smell of the foreign herbs the sweet tang the zesty zing the sharp notes the umami lingered on his pallet as the Baron knew there was much more to come. Much more then just the festivities and gaiety that the kingdom was enjoying. He Will play this information close to his chest for now as he did not know that alarming the kingdom would not be beneficial.
The rest of the day was a haze and the Baron was happy when night started to rise. He took his leave and a medium pizza up to his room for the night. He would have to spend time thinking and pontificating what the course of action might be. Was there another Baron at Large that has come to test or destroy that which has stood for so long?
Would the Smelt make it back in time with enough information to appropriately navigate the firing that might soon happen?
The Baron knew better then to let his mid get too far away from himself at this hour. He needed facts to proceed but he could not help letting himself slip back to the aromas so strong he almost could not eat the pizza that now seemed so bland in front of him.
Meanwhile in other parts of the kingdom there was a smell wafting in the air of which the people started to get a whiff. A thought dropped life a pin on the floor of a noisy room. The idea was small but sharp enough that all that walked across it felt the prick of its depth and saw the drop of blood. Perhaps most knew nothing of what had transpired through the interaction of the idea but the blood prick was still there red and round for anyone who cared to look could see the sharp point that was now an issue.
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