In a verdant glade where time seemed to stand still, a pool of water offered a reflection so pure it could have been a gateway to another world. Beside it, lost to all else, knelt the impossibly handsome Narcissus. His gaze was locked on the face in the water, a visage so perfect he had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with it. He was a prisoner of his own beauty, oblivious to the world around him.
From the dappled shade of ancient oaks, the wood nymph Echo watched, her heart aflutter with a love she could not properly express. A cruel curse prevented her from forming her own sentences, allowing her only to mimic the final words she heard. And oh, how she longed to speak to the beautiful boy by the water.
Narcissus sighed, a sound like the whisper of wind through reeds, his eyes never leaving his aquatic twin. "I really am deeply in love," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
A soft, feminine voice drifted from the trees, repeating his final sentiment: "...in love."
Narcissus’s head lifted, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Is someone there? Do you understand this feeling?" He looked around, then back to the pool with renewed conviction. "Yes. Yes, I am truly in love."
Again, the voice echoed from the woods, a perfect imitation: "...in love."
A wave of frustration washed over Narcissus. The voice was lovely, but the conversation was pointless. Dejected, he returned his full attention to the only one who seemed to truly understand: himself.
Watching this unfold, Echo felt her own frustration peak. Repeating his words was a dead end. She needed a way to break through his narcissistic haze, to show him there was more to the world than his own reflection. A new determination hardened her gentle features. She reached into her small mossy satchel and pulled out a sleek, white packet. It was emblazoned with a bold "SF" logo and a vibrant, tempting image of a juicy mango. It was her secret weapon.
She glided from the forest, her steps silent on the soft grass. Kneeling beside the entranced youth, she held out the packet. Narcissus, annoyed by the intrusion, tore his eyes from the water and focused on the object.
"What is this?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity. "Strike Force Energy?"
Echo’s spirit soared. This was her chance. "...Strike Force Energy," she repeated, her voice full of hope.
Narcissus examined the packet, his eyes drawn to the picture of the fruit. His perfect fingers traced the words below it. "Mango flavor."
"...Mango flavor," Echo confirmed, a small smile playing on her lips.
"This looks tasty," Narcissus admitted, a genuine spark of interest in his eyes for the first time. "I would like to try this."
"...try this!" she urged, her voice bright and encouraging.
Intrigued by this novel distraction, Narcissus took his water flask. He tore open the top of the Strike Force Energy Mango flavor packet and squeezed the contents in. A stream of perfectly clear liquid concentrate flowed into his water, dissolving instantly without adding any color. This was no dusty powder.
He put the flask to his lips and took a long, deep drink. The effect was nothing short of miraculous. A current of pure, clean energy surged through his veins, a powerful yet smooth wave of vitality. The mental fog of his self-obsession, the curse that had held him captive, simply evaporated. He felt alert, focused, and truly alive in a way he never had before. It was a feeling of pure, unburdened energy, a vibrant clarity that promised to last without a hint of a crash.
His world expanded from the two-foot diameter of the pool to the entire, breathtaking glade. And the first thing he truly saw, as if for the very first time, was Echo. He saw the kindness in her eyes, the gentle spirit in her smile, and the untamed beauty of her presence. She was magnificent.
A wide, easy grin spread across Narcissus's face. "What's up, honey?" he asked, his voice now brimming with a newfound, charismatic energy. "I think you are beautiful."
Echo's cheeks flushed with joy. She met his direct gaze and repeated the words she'd dreamed of hearing. "...I think you are beautiful."
Narcissus let out a hearty laugh. "Well, I think we should go out together sometime."
"...go out together sometime," she replied, her voice singing with happiness.
"That settles it," Narcissus declared, jumping to his feet and pulling her up with him. "Come with me back to Thespia, and we'll really show them how to party down."
"...party down!" Echo cheered.
Hand in hand, they left the glade behind, a youth freed from his reflection and a nymph who had finally found a way to connect. Their new adventure was brought together by the clarifying, invigorating power of Strike Force Energy Mango flavor.
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