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The Chronicles Of Kronos (Chapter 4)

Time passed slowly, as it always does.
Kronos made little progress, just because.
He had other thoughts on his mind.
He hoped to act on them, given time.
Then, after about a year.
Kronos was working in the library, without fear.
He accidently found a book he hadn’t seen before.
It was just lying there on the floor.
He picked it up and looked at the title.
History Of Magic After Kronos’s Death.
This is interesting. He had not read it yet.
He immediately started reading it.
Very soon, he almost had a fit.
He learned that he had a son.
Asglow, he was a right and proper one.
He read how the current castle was built by him.
He learned about Vantera & what happened to him.
He learned about Egor and his creation.
This enraged him with no elation.
Another Kronos without a soul.
Working with them to steal the show.
How it was banished to outer darkness.
Kronos much approved of this harshness.
Asglow had been forced to return to the time loop.
He was again trapped. Kronos gave a whoop.
It would be easy to retrieve him from there.
Kronos ran his fingers through his hair.
A plan was forming in his mind.
He thought he could pull it off, given time.
He would bring Asglow back to here.
Tell him that he had nothing to fear.
He was the ‘real’ Kronos. He was his father.
He would baptize him with unholy water.
Together they would work on the demons plans.
They would also plot revenge, if they can.
Suddenly, the demon appeared.
Kronos jumped, startled with fear.
“I see you found the book I left for you.”
“I am sure now you are planning what to do.”
“What, you put this volume here for me?”
“I did. Demons wrote it, you see.”
“We wanted to bring you up to date on magical history.”
“I know you are scheming on how to trick me.”
“Forget that. We will allow you to free Asglow.”
“ His knowledge of time will help in the last show.”
“Go ahead and do your thing.”
“Just remember what the panthers can bring.”
The demon vanished as fast as he came.
Kronos was so shaken, he needed a cane.
As he recovered, he thought ‘what the heck.’
‘The demon said go ahead so let’s start the vex.’
As Kronos prepares to bring Asglow back from the loop
we will leave him till we get the scoop.
It seems demons are controlling every move.
Could this change as father & son begin to groove?
As soon as a message comes down.
I will be writing the message down.

———————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

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The Chronicles Of Kronos (Chapter 3)

As Kronos studied, things were in a stir.
Vantera citizens were upset, for sure.
Magic was almost non-existent on earth.
Magic was still on Vantera, for what it was worth.
Anything like it was during the Warlock/Wizard wars.
Back when magic led to many horrors.
Now, magic was used medicinally mostly.
Also to help with agriculture, weather, & roach free.
This was on Vantera. No warlocks were around.
There was no reason to study war, they had found.
But now, the death of Thedra caused a stir.
The citizens wanted answers. That’s for sure.
The High Council Of 9 ordered an investigation.
Thedra’s son, Obrin, led it with elation.
He had studied the ancient arts of war.
He knew ‘old magic’ to it’s very core.
He, with chosen others, went to the Jeru church.
They would check it out, for what it was worth.
He cast a spell that would detect ancient magic.
He found strong traces left, which was tragic.
“Who today can wield magic of this power?”
No name came up. Magic had faded like a flower.
At a total loss as to what to do,
an idea came to him. He would follow through.
Obrin said he would go to the ‘old castle’.
“You mean the one on the plateau?”
“Yes, the one that was the Black Arts Museum.”
If no one was there, no one would see him.
“That is off limits. It has a protective shield around it.”
“I know enough ‘old magic’ to penetrate it.”
They all went to the base of the plateau.
He cast an old spell and gave them a show.
He passed through the protective shield.
This passing Kronos could immediately feel.
Kronos rushed up and sat on his throne.
An invisibility shield made his presence unknown.
By then, Obrin had climbed to the top.
He entered the throne room right at that spot.
He looked around and noticed nothing out of place.
If someone had been there, there was no trace.
He checked several places with no signs of passage.
He zapped back down, his depression lasting.
He told the others that he didn’t find a thing.
There was no proof he found that he could bring.
“There is only one answer to this mystery death.”
“Someone, way back then rigged a Crest.”
“That is a spell that will work on descendents of the enemy.”
“It was just triggered, for some reason.” He told the assembly.
“Thedra is a direct descendent of Anika.”
“What other explanation can there be?” “Don’t freak out.”
“Such spells are difficult to construct.”
“I doubt if another would be so abrupt.”
“We should all be safe in the future.”
“If other things happen, we’ll know more what to do here.”
“Let us pray and put this whole thing to rest.”
“Also, let us pray that there won’t be a next.”
Kronos returned to his work.
He was tempted to ‘roast’ the twerp.
But, then, he thought about the panthers.
He would ignore this interruption & search for answers.
So, as Kronos goes back to work,
we must consider, what is it worth?
To ignore his hatred of the Wizards.
Just to do as demons command to save his gizzard.
Kronos was in quite a stir.
It was Anika. He wanted to murder her.
So, as he studies, and fusses and stirs,
we will leave him thinking of murder.
What exactly he will do next
will be revealed in the following text.

——————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Chronicles Of Kronos (Chapter 2)

When the demon didn’t come back,
Kronos decided to get on track.
With his revenge, that is.
This time revenge would be his.
Anika’s granddaughter’s name was Thedra.
‘There is only one way I will see ya.’
He knew they had a connection with the church.
He would pull this off for what it is worth.
He sent a package to the Jeru church.
Labeled for Thedra, as he chuckled with mirth.
He knew they would contact her.
They knew exactly where the Wizards were.
Thedra got the message on Vantera.
She transported to the Jeru church.
Once there, she received the package first.
Then, she tore off the wrapping.
Excited to see what was in the wrapping.
The box said: Kronos’s last will & testament.
She was contemplating what it meant?
Kronos had become a fairy tale by then.
‘This must be a joke’ she grinned.
She opened the box with surprise.
Two bright beams of light hit her eyes.
Burning her eyes out, as she screamed.
It killed her then. A gruesome scene.
Kronos laughed loudly with mirth.
Revenge was his, for what it was worth.
By magic, he brought the box back to him.
No one had seen what had happened then.
The priest found her on the floor.
He just staggered away in horror.
He sent an emergency message to Vantera.
Relatives & others came in fear, ya.
Magic was weak in the world then.
What had happened was beyond them.
It was magic, but they hadn’t a clue.
They were at a loss as to what to do.
Kronos was feeling pretty good.
Then, a demon appeared. He knew it would.
“Did you enjoy your little revenge plot?”
“Yes, we knew. We expected the lot.”
“We knew revenge would eat at you.”
“So, we let you go on and carry thru.”
“Now, you can give us your total attention.”
“You will do all, or must I mention.”
“Panthers will rip you apart.”
So, you had better do your part.”
With that he waved his hand.
Two panthers appeared on command.
Kronos screamed and peed his pants.
“Send them away. I will obey” he pants.
The demon smiled, if you would call it that.
“Now, you can get on the real track.”
The demon laid out what Kronos would do.
“What? That might be impossible to do.”
“You have many reference books.”
Plus over 800 years of using the flux.
Magic is a constant, use depends on the user.”
We know you’re strong. You’re no fool here.”
“You can accomplish this, but it will take time.’
“All during that time, you will be mine.”
“I will know all that you will try to do.”
“Do not take me for a fool.”
“You’re very soul is ruled by us.”
“You will immediately start studying the flux.”
With that, the demon vanished again.
Kronos knew there was no way for him to win.
He went down into the extensive library.
He was overwhelmed, but didn’t tarry.
A lover of The Black Arts, he was ecstatic.
Maybe he could do the job, no matter how erratic.
Exactly what Kronos was working on is not known.
I don’t know because I wasn’t shown.
But, keep reading and more should be revealed.
This must happen for The Chronicles to be real.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Chronicles Of Kronos (Chapter 1)

Kronos suddenly found himself sitting on his throne.
He looked around and found he was all alone.
He was confused and disoriented to be sure.
How in the world did all of this occur.
Then, without warning, a demon appeared.
“Are you thinking that all this is a little weird?”
“Well, After over 150+ years in hell,
you’re back in your castle in which you did dwell.”
“All you will be allowed to remember of hell
is being ripped apart, over and over, like a spell.”
“Do you have any idea how many times
panthers ripped you a new ass in 150+ years time?”
“It would have went on for eternity.”
“But, the Dark Lord has other plans now, you see.”
“He has chosen you, and many others,
to do his bidding, as is his druthers.”
“These others you may never meet.”
“At least for now; you’re alone. That’s sweet.”
“Fail to do exactly as we command.”
“You will be sent back to hell to panther land.”
Kronos was white and shaking with fright.
He fell to his knees without a fight.
“No, no,—no more panthers—please.”
“Get up off your knees.”
“This castle was destroyed in your memory.”
“But, it was restored and made bigger, as you can see.”
“It was also moved to the top of a plateau.”
“It was a museum displaying The Black Arts for show.”
“That was back when magic was strong.”
“Since then, magic has been long gone.”
“It is mystical lore now with few practitioners.”
“Those who dabble are mostly inquisitors.”
“All your salvageable books were stored here.”
“Along with many, many others. Is that clear?”
“We will add books to this library of knowledge.”
“For you, it will be like going to Black Arts Collage.”
“You will be working on spells of mass destruction.”
“Plus much, much more without disruption.”
“You are nearing 1,000 years old now.”
“You may be 2,000, or more, if the Dark Lord allows.”
“Just to carry on your assigned duties.”
“ You will do as required without gratuity.”
“Details for what is on a need to know basis.”
“Remember, you are not worthy to kiss his laces.”
“Don’t even think of getting revenge on Anika. Fact.”
“She has been dead for many years & won’t be coming back.”
At the sound of Anika’s name Kronos blood boiled.
But, if she died many years ago, his revenge was foiled.
“Don’t think you can do what you want.”
“You do only what we command and want.”
The demon suddenly disappeared.
He had given Kronos no real assignment, which was weird.
Kronos immediately tested his magical abilities.
He cast a few spells and determined his agility.
He found Anika had a granddaughter who was alive.
He will take revenge on her. His time has arrived.
Exactly what will he attempt to do?
That will soon be revealed to you.
Just as soon as it is revealed to me.
At that time we both shall see.

—————————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)