A/N Maybe it's a bit silly but I couldn't hold back from writing it! The story's going to be quite short, I guess... My second fic originally written in English…

Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters were created by René Goscinny and Albert Uderzo. Based on "Asterix and the Actress" by Albert Uderzo.

Games of Mind

Chapter One

… Asterix woke up on a rock. As far as he could see, there was only the stormy sea around him. Land was slightly visible on the horizon… The Gaul's head felt as though the sky had fallen on it, and his vision was blurred a little. "Where am I?" he thought. "How did I get here? Hey, it's not fun here, I don't like it, it's scary!" He tried to remember anything but he couldn't. He couldn't recall even his own name. The storm was becoming stronger and stronger. Asterix sat down on the rock, whimpering and pleading for someone's help silently.

Suddenly he saw a ship. He stood up, took the winged helmet which was lying nearby ("Cool, it must be mine," he thought) and called for help. He heard only scared exclamations "It's a ghost!" as the ship turned away. "Ghosts are no fun, either," the poor Gaul whimpered. He even called his Mom to help him in his thoughts despite he didn't remember how she looked. Finally, there was an exceptionally strong wave which washed him away from the rock. He felt he was drowning when suddenly he found himself on a dolphin's back…

Once on the dry land, he ran as fast as he could. It didn't matter where - he just wanted to be away from this terrible sea. He was frightened and confused…

* * *

"Where is he?" Sarsaparilla asked for like the hundredth time. Her hands were shaking badly. "He's been out for too long! And in that strange state…" she looked at Getafix accusingly. They were both at the druid's hut, listening to the sounds of the distant storm.

"He'll come back soon, I'm sure," the druid answered. However, he didn't sound so sure at all…

Suddenly the door opened, and entered Cacofonix, followed by a trembling and wet Asterix who was looking at everything as though he had never seen it before. Sarsaparilla ran to hug her son at once but he didn't seem to answer her embrace.

"He bumped into me not far from the seaside," said the bard. "He is very shocked… I don't know… I've never seen him like this. Moreover, he doesn't recognize me…"

It took some time to realize Asterix didn't recognize anybody. He behaved strangely, too. He felt as if he were a little boy. His winged helmet didn't look as usual, either – the wings didn't react to anything as they had used to and were simply hanging down helplessly. No matter what Sarsaparilla and Getafix did it didn't work. The only progress from Asterix's previous state was that he could talk and was somewhat reasonable as for a child. However, he was panicking: he couldn't remember anything or anyone and it scared him.

"Getafix!" a voice sounded suddenly, and Obelix entered. He saw Asterix and stopped. "Oh".

"Is it urgent, Obelix?" the druid asked.

"Well… yes," Obelix said, looking at the little warrior with some sort of dislike, which surprised the druid. "Panacea decided to go home, to Condatum. I think I should go with her. By the way, I can visit Dad there".

"And who is this fat guy? He looks so funny!" Asterix giggled. He had been keeping silent for too long already.

"Okay, this is too much!" Obelix roared. But then he noticed the concerned look on Sarsaparilla's face and fell silent, slightly confused.

"He appears to have a serious brain damage," Getafix explained, looking deep into the red-haired Gaul's eyes. "By the way, have you noticed anything wrong recently? Maybe he fell down or just hit something…"

Obelix felt shiver down his spine. It couldn't be… But then… He looked at Asterix's mother who was now explaining to her son that calling people fat wasn't polite.

"N-no… n-nothing…" he replied in a low and shaky voice.

Getafix nodded. He saw Obelix was hiding something but chose not to talk about it in Sarsaparilla's presence. He followed the menhir delivery man outside.

"So tell me what it is," the druid said as soon as they had left his hut. "Something is bothering you. I can see it in your eyes".

Obelix looked at the ground.

"It was me," he whispered. "I hit Asterix".

Getafix stared at him in shock.

"I didn't know this would happen… I didn't want to hurt him! We argued and then… it just happened! So he didn't know what he was doing after that…"

The last sentence was very quiet – Obelix seemed to have told it more to himself than to anyone else.

"You should control your emotions, Obelix," the druid said strictly. But then he saw Obelix's expression and paused.

Panacea was getting on the cart not far from them. Obelix saw it. He had to go. Strangely enough, he even wanted to – he just couldn't stand seeing Asterix in that sate.

"Will he be okay?" he asked the druid. "Will he… get back to normal?"

Getafix looked at Obelix, then at the ground.

"I don't know," he shook his head.