League Of Extraordinary Robots (6) Wisker stubbornly refused to move until he was poked in the side with a spear by one of the fighters, then he reluctantly gave up and headed towards his fate. “The longer I can stay alive the better,” he thought to himself. “There is still a chance that something will happen that will enable me to help Sudo.” Wisker looked back now and again, hoping for some sign that is friend Sudo was ok, but there was nothing. The waters became calm and the turbulent waves stopped crashing against the land. The war king gave a big laugh and proceeded to turn around, his arms raised in victory. “I am the victor,” he cried triumphantly. “I am the victor as always!” Suddenly there was a big splash. Out of the water came Sudo, stomping back to the island and catching everyone by surprise. Sudo and the war king began to fight again, and the villagers began to run, wanting to avoid getting trampled as the fight continued. Wisker pulled himself free. “That’s my pal!” shouted Wisker to Sudo. “Temple tops open!” cried the war king once more. The roofs of the temples which were still standing opened up and out came a large herd of fling discs, shooting and passing through the crowds. The fire balls went all over the place, once again burning trees and destroying the island. “Join me, you villagers,” cried Sudo. “I am your true king, one who will not use you as slaves but who will serve and protect you.” The villagers of the island began to give his words a second thought. Some of the elders began to remember stories they had heard in their early childhood of a true king who had ruled them wisely and well. “Let’s listen to his words,” cried some of the elders. “What he is saying may be true. Perhaps he is our true king. Certainly he can’t be any worse than the slavery to which we are subjected now. Let’s follow him! It can’t be any worse than what we have now.” The elders turned from the king who had once enslaved them. They stopped chasing Wisker and started fighting on the side of Sudo. Many of the villagers joined them and then more and more. “To the true king,” shouted one of the villagers. “To the true king,” echoed many of the others and they began to fight anew, with a strength and hope that what they were fighting for would be true and worth the battle. “If we fight and win only to go back into slavery, what have we won?” shouted one of the villagers, doing his best to get in a blow at the war king with his sword. “I will follow the true king!” “To the true king,” echoed the others and they fought with a renewed energy. In the mean time, Sudo and the war king were battling once again, back and forth on the shores of the island. Some of the villagers showed Wisker how to turn off the magic discs that were now destroying the land. When the war king saw that the people were now helping to defeat him, he gave off an angry roar. He made one last call to his magical shrine. “Come forth!” he cried. The stone shrine arose from under the island. It seemed to grow right before the eyes of the people. The shrine went up to the heavens and a large humming noise came from the inside. The noise got louder and louder. The villagers began to back back, none of them taking their eyes off from the shrine. “There is something coming that is more dangerous than anything we have ever seen,” said the oldest of all the elders. The war king whistled a loud whistle and the large door on the shrine opened and out came a green mist of clouds and puffs. A loud growl came from inside the shrine and the villagers began to scream and run towards the hill. While all this was going on, Wisker and a few of the remaining villagers were in the other temple shutting down the golden disc. The temple was guarded by a huge oval ball, an eye actually, and it moved back and forth, forth and back, searching the surrounding area, keeping a close watch on the temple. “I will slip over that way,” whispered Wisker to his companions. “When I get close to the door, I want one of you to distract the eye with a smoke bomb and I will do my best to slip into the temple without being seen.” Wisker’s plan worked perfectly. Wisker got into the right spot and one of the villagers released a small distraction of smoke bombs. The eye moved away from its post and Wisker slipped into the temple unseen, in the split second that the eye was away from its post. Once in the temple, Wisker looked around in amazement. “This has to be one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen,” he thought. The flawless golden walls were covered with hieroglyphics which had been carefully carved into them. In the center of the room, stood a large silver or metallic device that gave off a glowing aura and made a loud humming noise. Wisker was carrying a large stone and he quickly ran up to the device intent upon smashing it before whatever protective device was safe guarding it could give it warning, but the object gave off a big burst of wave of some sort of energy and knocked Wisker across the room. Wisker fell to his knees and then quickly got back up and struck the object with the stone. Over and over again Wisker struck at the object until it stopped producing the flying discs. The object stopped humming, its glowing aura went out and the object fell battered to the floor. “Now I must get back to the shore line and see what I can do to help my friend, Sudo,” thought Wisker. Beat up and tired, Wisker made his way back to the shore line as rapidly as possible. “Well, it looks as if Sudo has been doing very well without my help,” thought Wisker, as he watched the battle between Sudo and the war king. Suddenly things changed. “Well, perhaps I spoke too soon,” said Wisker. “I may have gotten back just in time.” Wisker watched as out of the temple of the other worshiping area came a large giant. The giant was not alone. It came with three golden discs in its hand. As the massive giant stepped out of the temple gates, Wisker saw that it had three heads attached to one body. Each head was a different color. One was red, one was green and the other was blue. “The third head seems to have been hurt,” said Wisker as he watched the gigantic creature. In fascination. “It seems to be missing an eye, and it must have happened recently too, judging from all the puss that is draining from the corners of it.” The giant had on gold bangles around his necks, hands and ankles and was wearing nothing more than an ancient kilt around its lower body. Its chest had ancient markings burned into it and was filled with old spears and arrows. Wisker cringed as he saw the spears and arrows that were sticking from the giant’s chest. “Those must really hurt,” he thought to himself. “Ahhroaoooor!” roared the giant. The island’s foundation cracked to the center, the trees immediately crashed to the ground and the temples collapsed as if an earthquake had hit them. One by one the ancient structures became nothing more than piles of rubble. “Attack them!” the war king ordered the giant. The giant headed towards the villagers, its three heads spinning at once. The villagers appeared to be stunned. They stood as if mesmerized, unable to move. The giant’s spinning heads seemed to be holding them in some sort of a spell. “Run,” Wisker told them. “Quickly, now run, run!” Wisker’s words seemed to bring the villagers out of their shock and they took off running, screaming and crying through the land. “I have no pity on you,” the war king screamed after them. “You turned your backs on me for Sudo and now you will repay.” The giant began to throw his golden disc into the air and with one toss the disc opened up and out of it came a swarm of large, ancient wasps. The wasps began to buzz and to attack the people of the island, driving them away from the battle between Sudo and the war king, knocking them down and devouring their flesh. When Sudo saw what was happening, he left off his fight with the war king and ran to defend the islanders. “You will not hurt these people,” he told the giant in a loud, commanding voice. With one big jump Sudo attacked the three headed giant, knocking him to the ground. Sudo and the giant were now doing battle, first one on top of the other then the other on top. Tossing and turning, throwing each other into walls and onto the ground. The war king took advantage of the time to get rested, then he jumped up and began to help the three headed giant in his fight against Sudo. “Sudo was stuck fighting two foes at once and there was nothing that Wisker could do to help his friend. As he looked around Wisker read an ancient scroll on the temple walls. “Why this tells how the three headed giant was chained in the hidden temple by the people of the land and how he vowed revenge on the people who enchained him. Wisker was the only one who knew how to read the ancient writings and the only one who could possibly speak directly to the three headed giant in its own language. Wisker propped himself up on a temple roof and with a large horn, he began to speak in the language of the creature. When the heard it’s language that had been lost for centuries, it fell to its knees as if a ton of bricks had hit it. “The war king is the one who truly enslaved you,” shouted Wisker. “You promised to get revenge from him and now is your chance. The people of the island woke you so that you could get revenge.” By now the giant was thoroughly confused and a little disorientated. He let out a loud scream and dropped the disc form his hands. Soon horns protruded from his head and his eyes began to look like cat’s eyes. “So, you’re the one who was responsible for my being imprisoned!” roared the giant. Without another thought, the giant pushed Sudo out of the way and began to attack the war king. The people of the island were escaping by boats and underground tunnels. “Keep running,” said Wisker to the people. “Run, run!” “You fool, he is tricking you,” said the war king to the giant, but the giant was not swayed and began to fight with the e war king. Soon the island was in a burning fury, as the two creatures fought. Battered Sudo was guided to his secret hole by Wisker to heal. “After they destroy each other, the land will be yours again,” Wisker told his old friend. “After making sure that the remaining villagers were safe, Wisker and Sudo watched from a distance as the war king and the giant fought. The two massive creatures battled each other until both of them were badly beaten and both of them had lost their strength and were not able to fight anymore. “Go and get them,” called out Wisker to the villagers. “Tie them both up and lock them away in the hidden temples for good.” He gave a loud blow on the sacred horn and the villagers came running in with their spears and shields, attacking the giant and the war king like a swarm of ants. With strong ropes made from the barks of the island trees, the two creatures were tied up and carried off to the secret temple where they would remain for eternity. The two creatures growled as they were being tied up by the villagers, but neither of them had any strength left to fight. The villagers took advantage of this and quickly tied the two up. Sudo summoned the temple with the secret knowledge that had been passed down to him from generation to generation. As he said the spell, the temple arose from the ground, sending sand and debris flying through the air. The villagers hovered back into a corner and looked on as the god they once disowned has now saved them. As the temple came out of the ground, it was adorned with secret markings and carvings. Two large beasts stood at the entrance of the temple. The beasts were in the form of a large bull and each had a mystical orb on its head. The orbs were opening every now and again, letting off some type of smoke. “Don’t worry my people, they are only awakening,” said Sudo as he saw that the villagers were all afraid. Soon Sudo asked that the war king and the giant be put into their holding cells. All of the villagers got together and began to pull the massive creatures into their golden cell. Once they were in, the two suddenly began to scream. “No, not this no,” they bellowed. They knew that they were locked up for eternity, never to rule over a nation of people again. Quickly in and quickly out the villagers ran, the temple began to sink back to the bottom of the sands. “Horary, horary,” cheered the villagers, jumping and clapping as the temple, holding those who had once held them in captivity, sunk under the sands and was soon out of sight. Once the temple was under the sands and out of sight, the island made a loud rumbling noise and then everything became calm. The ocean waves, the animals and even the people were now on one accord. “Thank you so much, my long time friend, “said Sudo to Wisker. “Thank you so very, very much.” “You are welcome, my friend,” answered Wisker. “Now I must be on my way. I still need to find Jeronomo.” “First we need to throw a party in your honor,” Sudo insisted. “I’m not really in the mood for much partying,” thought Wisker, but it will be nice to spend a little more time with my long time friend.” Soon many of the villagers who had left the island were coming back. They were bringing gifts and presents for their leader Sudo. Many truly wanted to honor him but many others were trying to get in good with their ruler, one whom they had abandoned and neglected and who had just risked his life to save them. Both being very wise, neither Sudo nor Wisker demanded anything from the people. “Just protect your homeland,” Sudo told them. “For now we will have festivals and dancing in the street. There are new temples to be built and Wisker’s portrait will be hung all through the island.” “As soon as the festival is over, I must be on my way,” Wisker told Sudo. I have to save the people of Mayfair; many of them put t heir lives on the line for me.” As the villagers were worshipping their new king, Sudo called one of the villagers to him. “I need you to go into the heavens and retrieve the lost wand of Wisker so that he can repair it,” he told him. “I shall do as you wish, your majesty,” said the villager. Taking several of his friends with him, he ran to do his master’s bidding. They climbed and climbed up long trees until suddenly they came upon Wisker’s broken wand, just lying on a tree branch. “Here it is master, just as you asked,” said the villager whom Sudo had sent after the wand. “Thank you, my loyal friend,” answered Sudo. “Now go and enjoy the festival, we have much to celebrate.” Sudo looked the wand over and then hid it until the festival was over and the two friends had time to be alone. The partying was done and many of the villagers had gone off to their huts. “Here is something which you will be needing,” he told Wisker. “Now go and save your people, and if you ever need me I will be here. Here is a secret hole; it will take you where you need to go” Wisker climbed into the hole and Sudo gave him a push which sent him sliding, up, down, and all around, much like riding on a roller coaster. With a load scream, Wisker went whizzing through the tunnel. It seemed to be a long ride down, over rocks and through tree trunks, in circles that seemed to be there just because they could be. Soon Wisker spun to a complete stop, He looked all around. The magic hole showed him several roads to choose from, but he saw a light shinning a ways away from him. down one of the roads. “Sudo wouldn’t have sent me this way if he hadn’t known it was right,” reflected Wisker. “I think I’ll follow that light and see where it takes me. If it doesn’t seem to be the right way, why I’ll turn around and come back and try another way.” Soon Wisker came to a land as mystical as any he had ever seen. The land was made of pure white sand that glittered in the sun rays. There were very few trees around and very little water. “I have no idea where I am,” Wisker thought after he had walked a ways and met no one. I think I will go back to the magic hole and try another road.” He turned to go back and saw that the magic hole was closing up and there was no way to stop it. “Blast!” said Wisker. He was so frustrated that he threw his wand down to the ground. The wand bounced back into his hands and a much older wizard appeared. “Now that is no way to treat a wand,” said the older wizard. Wisker was very much familiar with that voice and turned around and looked this way and that. As he looked up he saw his friend the great wizard Jeronomo. “Thank the heavens it is you,” shouted Wisker, as he ran to hug his friend. Jeronomo was an incredible sight indeed with his long white hair and beard, his big blue misty eyes and a three ring silver and gold halo around his head. He was very tall and slender. He wore an all white garment and leather boots. Beside Jeronomo stood his two loyal servants, two large black cats that could cloak and uncloak. Wisker kneeled at his friend’s feet. “You are the greatest wizard of all time,” he told him. “I must pay you homage. I am going to need your assistance if you can but find time to help me.” “You are my friend, not my servant, get to your feet,” said Jeronomo, as he helped Wisker to stand. “Come with me, we will talk later.” Jeronomo took Wisker by the hand and flew him through the skies. Soon they stopped in the center of a small pond and Jeronomo commanded it to open. The water pealed back and soon the sand began to do the same, revealing the kingdom below. Wisker was truly amazed. “I have never seen this before,” he said. “The wizard world has been under attack and we have done what we can to hide from the eyes of evil men, like your King Alfred.” Wisker felt very embarrassed. “I am not happy to be a representative of the king and his kingdom,” he told Jeronomo. “The king is not the man I once thought he was. He is selfish and wants things his own way. No one is allowed to leave the kingdom or to criticize any member of the royal family. He locks people in prison just because he feels like it. I was locked in prison for what was supposed to be the rest of my life. Many loyal friends risked their lives to rescue me and many are now imprisoned themselves as a result. That is why I am here. I must get my wand repaired so that I can help to rescue the people of Mayfair. The king is a dictator and he is teaching his young son Prince Harry to be just like him.” “Ah yes,” said Jeronomo, with a slight smile. “The boy is bit of a brat isn’t he?” “I would say that is a very good description,” said Wisker. The two friends landed in the kingdom below and it was even more spectacular than it had looked from above. There were numerous waterfalls, all in different arrays of colors. Every single citizen of the kingdom was of wizard descent. There were schools of magic, magic shops and a large magic academy. The wizard world was lit up with dazzling magic effects. Water danced in thin air and there were many suns and moons. Jeronomo saw the excitement that Wisker once had when he was a boy, the way that magic had once thrilled him. He also saw the sadness in Wisker’s eyes.
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