The Golden Age Of Magic (Chapter 3)

The Golden Age Of Magic (Chapter 3)

The battles between the Warlocks and Wizards became more intense.
Sometimes things were happening so fast, it didn’t make any sense.
One side would make headway for awhile.
Then the other side was no longer beguiled.
Aladon did not give up in his search for new magic.
Despite the fact that he knew the results would be tragic.
An acolyte came to him with news.
One of the Warlocks has lighted a powerful fuse.
His new magic will blow your mind.
Aladon said: “Get him in here double time.”
A Warlock called Zargon entered the room.
“I have made alterations that affect the womb.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I can create an amalgamation of creatures.”
Aladon said: “I can’t quite picture what that features?”
“Monsters from the Id. Creations from my mind.”
“Using magic I can make the best fighters of our time.”
“Imagine a flying tiger. I call it a dragon.”
“A fighting crocodile bear. I ain’t bragging.”
“Holy crap!! That’s hard to imagine.”
“There is more, you won’t have to imagine.”
Zargon grabbed his hand and zapped them there.
Locked in magical pens, which was their lair.
All kinds of amalgamations. Quite scary to see.
They could be trained to attack when free.
“Can you create something totally unknown?”
“Something that can do all it is shown?”
“I probably can,—- with a little time.”
“Take all you want. That will be fine.”
Aladon laid out just what he wanted.
Zargon whistled. That is a tall order you wanted.”
“I will begin to work right away, oh great one.”
“Good, good. I think this will be great fun.”
With that, Aladon gave a crafty chuckle.
Then, he zapped back to Vikary, flexing his muscles.
What exactly does Aladon have planned?
Whatever it is, it is sure to be grand.
The Wizards had better be prepared.
Or else, they will soon be running scared.——–R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Golden Age Of Magic (Chapter 2)

The Golden Age Of Magic (Chapter 2)

Aladon spent most of his time in his secret library.
It was behind his throne in castle Vikary.
The name he specifically chose for his castle.
He was always working on new magic, with no hassle.
He tried new spells and potions.
He wasn’t just going through the motions.
Working alone is when he got the most done.
One Warlock stood above the rest. He was the one.
One day, he was looking at a new scroll.
It seemed different than others he had taken in toll.
After some time, he realized it was a map.
It was marked with power grids. What was that?
After much more research, he figured it out.
This knowledge would help, without a doubt.
He could zap somewhere without traveling there first.
He would be within a mile of his goal, at the worst.
The map showed the location of the Tangura capitol.
He decided he would zap there at his will.
He made the jump and found only ruins.
But, he also felt a feeling that would be his ruin.
The magic was off. It should be a constant.
He was barely able to zap away, before he found death.
The rumors were true.
Tangura was taboo.
He doubted anything remained there to find.
He might try again some other time.
But, for now, his new knowledge will help
In future battles with the Wizards, he felt.
There were the legends about the Watchers.
Were they true? He doubted it. Botchers
are more like it. They ‘botched’ their civilization.
They probably ended in self cremation.
Enough time wasted on that.
He had to plan his next attack.
In the meantime, the Wizards weren’t idol.
They were planning a big revival.
Bringing all Wizards from everywhere together.
To fight the evil Warlocks by controlling weather.
They planned on bringing tremendous forces.
Mother nature at her best, with their resources.
Lightening, hail, blizzards, floods, freezes.
All directed at Warlocks, as quick as sneezes.
Aladon had learned to strengthen their shields.
It would be needed when all is revealed.
A large field was set for a meeting place.
Aladon planned to slaughter them in every case.
His first act of violence brought instant results.
Mother nature took revenge with snowball belts.
Aladon’s shield snapped into place.
It was instantly covered with ice, incased.
Aladon cussed and cast Warlock fire, in haste.
It thawed the ice. Kept them warm in place.
They were protected under the shield.
All weather forces could not make it yield.
Aladon zapped all back to the castle.
He was pissed. No one dared to hassle.
He cussed and paced and threw stuff around.
He would stomp those Wizards into the ground.
Try as he could, he could not locate their home base.
His castle was shielded, just in case.
It was protected and impossible to see.
That was the way he wanted it to be.
He started making serious plans.
He would recruit all the potential Warlocks in the land.
He would train them around the clock
if they showed any potential, latent, or not.
Within a year, he had a tremendous army of Warlocks.
If they suspected Wizards, all were wiped out on the spot.
They were raising hell with all the common people.
Basically, making them slaves and killing the feeble.
None of this set well with the Wizards way of life.
They trained for war, both man and wife.
What was to come would not be pretty.
But, don’t miss it. It would be a pity.

—————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Golden Age Of Magic (Chapter 1)

The Golden Age Of Magic (Chapter 1)

Early, early in the recorded history of man
a discovery was made. It wasn’t sand.
Ancient books and scrolls were found.
They predated man. Few were around.
These objects were magical in nature.
Early man didn’t understand their fate here.
They kept all that were found as relics.
Religious minded men called Celtics
attempted to translate the articles.
Many, many years later smarter soles
were able to break the code.
Magic was discovered in written mode.
Magic spells and magical history.
Even so, most of it was mystery.
Relics from Tangura, a mystical land.
It existed way before the time of man.
The search was on to find much more.
Unfortunately, most of it was just lore.
Scholars soon became known as Warlocks.
Those who used it for good were Wizards.
Certain families became quite skilled.
Over the centuries, many were killed.
Three camps existed. The common people,
the Warlocks, and the Wizards. It seemed so.
Then, came a powerful Warlock, Aladon.
He quickly dominated the scene he came upon.
Soon, he commanded all Warlocks with ease.
He could dominate all magical acts to please.
He created a tremendous castle for all.
Every Warlock bowed the knee at his call.
Some tried to fight him & were obliterated.
Worlock fire soon had them incinerated.
Soon, he was worshiped as a powerful god.
He was at odds with Wizards, which was not odd.
Anathea was the leader of the Wizards then.
They had a hidden ‘home’ they lived within.
They believed in the one Creator God.
Their magic was for the good of all, not odd.
So began the Golden Age Of Magic.
A time when magic ruled, which was tragic.
Aladon was determined to snuff out the Wizards.
He wanted to feast on each of their gizzards.
Both groups used positive magic back then.
Negative magic was known, but not used to win.
They believed negative magic destroyed Tangura.
It was avoided like a curse—- not a ‘cure ya.’
First, there were only minor skirmishes to occur.
Each side took a hurting, that’s for sure.
Then, Aladon became much more organized.
He really kicked some butt, when the occasion arrived
Much more happened, as we will see.
At a later date, so don’t decide to flee.

————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Golden Age Of Magic (Prequel)

The Golden Age Of Magic

Way, way back in a time of antiquity.
Way before humans were dominate, you see.
In a land often referred to as Tangura.
Little is known that humans can be sure of.
It was a time predating recorded history.
Mostly rumors, and mostly a mystery.
Some even referred to it as Atlantis.
Though, not proven, it was only a guess.
What is known is the beings were giants.
Magic was dominate. There was no alliance.
Their civilization was destroyed by magic.
Feuding factors or a mistake that was tragic.
A few books on magic survived.
Also, The Watchers,—- if alive.
They are said to be surviving beings from that age.
Do they exist? Or just another rumor page?
They have been called Nephalin, or aliens.
Fallen angels, or giants, without saying.
Many, many rumors with no proof of anything.
Just a few books & scrolls, the remaining things.
Man eventually comes on the scene.
He learns about magic, it seems.
The Golden Ago Of Magic is born.
The greatest warlocks & wizards now adorn.
What they do and the impending results
will be told here as well as felt.
So, wait for the next installment.
Learn about The Golden Age Of Magic, & what it all meant.

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

Magic And Early Man

Magic And Early Man

Many, many eons ago in the fantasy land of Tangura.
A very wise man went into a deep trance.
When he awoke, he shouted ‘Congura.”
It meant he had found out something in his trance.
He had discovered magic. But, how to tap into it?
He went to work immediately on the problem.
Soon, he had devised a simple spell that seemed fit.
He mumbled some words that didn’t solve them.
He needed a focus. So used an ash branch.
Straight, about two feet long, tapered on the end.
He pointed and mumbled. Light shot out of the branch.
He burned a hole in the wall. In came the wind.
He knew he was onto something then.
A year, or so later, he had composed a book.
Magic spells, potions, and other gems.
He called himself a wizard to those who looked.
Soon, he had an assistant, an acolyte.
They would stir up big boiling pots of herbs, etc.
Sprinkle in the right potions to make it right.
Drink it and cure warts, fever, and an itch.
Soon, the acolyte had had enough of this.
In secret, he whipped up a brew of his own.
He drank it and brought on a real twist.
It affected him right down to the bone.
He called himself a warlock, and so it went.
The battle between good and evil was on.
Soon, there were others. They had the scent.
Cults were formed. Soon, a war was brought on.
Through the ages, the battle has raged.
Good verses evil. Until this very day.
Magic is no longer used, but they are engaged.
The good verses evil game is still played.
Everything starts somewhere. Till it ends.

————————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2019)

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Twelve

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Twelve

Anathea said “Why would the oracle do your bidding?”
‘The Shadow’ said “Because it is only fitting.”
“When I was trapped in the lamp it was near.”
“I could hear its cries of fear.”
“It was trapped in the sealed cave.”
“No one knew it had been put away.”
“After Aladdin freed me, I freed the oracle.”
“I opened up the cave.” he chortled.
“The oracle was so relieved, we became fast friends for life.”
“I kept her cave a secret, which seemed only right.”
“But, somehow, ‘Fake’ Kronos found out about it.”
“It has been abusive to the oracle. I don’t doubt it.”
“The oracle will be more than happy to trap ‘Fake’ Kronos.”
“The oracle knows what will happen. It doesn’t know.”
“It is way to arrogant to even ask about that.”
“Which is great. We will trap Its ass.”
‘The Shadow’ vanished to talk to the oracle.
He took the box along to show the oracle.
The oracle speaks from a well in the cave.
The oracle cannot be made anyone’s slave.
Which is why ‘Fake’ Kronos wants the ‘genie.’
If It trapped him, It would never set him free.
‘The Shadow’ told his plans to the oracle. It already knew.
It said “I will play this game of deception with you.”
“I won’t be lying because the ‘genie’ will be here.”
“It is just that the total truth will not be made clear.”
That was exactly what ‘The Shadow’ wanted to hear.
He said he would be right back with the others.
He was gone, then almost instantly back with others.
Even the oracle was a little mystified by this.
‘The Shadow’ was there, or was it just a mist?
The others hid out of sight for safety’s sake.
They didn’t want to make a mistake.
The oracle contacted ‘Fake’ Kronos with the news.
“The ‘genie’ has returned. Come now. You can’t refuse.”
‘Fake’ Kronos got a big old grin.
It zapped there instantly. “I will trap him”
“Where is this ‘genie’ you told me about?”
“In the box there. It is its new home. It can move about.”
‘Fake’ Kronos walked over to the box.
Set Its hand on the top. Sneaky as a fox.
“I don’t detect anything strange here.”
It lifted the lid. A rush of wind pulled It in.
It let out a scream & tried to jump out.
‘The Shadow’ sat on the lid till it sealed shut . “Not getting out.”
The box was shaking and jumping about.
The others rushed over. Anathea worked her spell.
The box got still. It seemed the spell worked well.
‘The Shadow’ pointed his wand at the box.
It floated into the air, then vanished from that spot.
‘The Shadow’ vanished also. In seconds he was back.
“I have delivered the package. That’s the end of that.”
‘The Shadow’ appeared in Frankenstein’s lab,
along with the box. Only Egor was there, looking sad.
He jumped, and almost feinted.
“Relax”, ‘The Shadow’ said “This visit is not tainted.”
“I have brought you your creation. The ‘Fake’ Kronos.”
“It’s memory is erased. There is nothing that It knows.”
“It will become Frankenstein’s monster.”
“I will produce all the surgical scars on the monster.”
“Using magic, that can never be detected.”
“This body you have here, I will dispose of. It won’t be resurrected.”
“Put your creation in its place.”
“Nothing needs to be done in haste.”
“Dr Frankenstein won’t notice the switch.”
“Tell him it has a good brain. A good fix.
“He will be so happy, he will fix your hump back.”
“I will work a little magic on the Dr. so all will go smoothly.”
“This monster, without a soul, will be a real doozy.”
“The rest is up to you. Do you understand?”
Egor said. “Yes, yes. I will do all I can.”
“I know you will for the rest is all history”
“Who, or what are you?” It was a mystery.
“I am ‘The Shadow’, that’s all you need to know.”
‘The Shadow’ helped Egor make the switch.
Then ‘The Shadow’ did magic to make the stitch.
‘The Shadow’ appeared in the Dr.’s room.
He did a spell that would help the Dr. soon.
Then, ‘The Shadow’ took the other body.
Left it in the in between. It wasn’t shoddy.
The body just ceased to exist.
‘The Shadow’ returned to Egor with a warning about all this.
“Never speak of any of this.” Egor took the warning to heart.
He would never speak of this till, through death, he does part.
‘The Shadow’ was back with the others in a matter of seconds.
He related to them all had happened as expected.
There was cheering and partying going on.
Word was spread throughout the world that It was gone.
Their job complete, they returned to their heavenly homes.
The Chronicles Of Kronos comes to a happy end. No more foes.
Will there be more tales of where he goes?
Possibly a prequel?——-Who knows?

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

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Eleven

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Eleven

‘The Shadow’ said “Remember when I talked about the Well Of Knowledge?”
“Yes, we remember that. You said ‘Fake’ Kronos had gotten knowledge.”
“It did. Also It mentioned Aladdin and the ‘genie’ while there.”
“Well, as some of you know, I was that ‘genie.’”
“It seems ‘Fake’ Kronos was upset that Aladdin freed the ‘genie.’”
“That is our carrot. The ‘genie.’ ‘Fake’ Kronos wants to control it.”
“I will have the oracle contact ‘Fake’ Kronos with news about it.”
“The oracle will say the ‘genie’ is back again.”
“’Fake’ Kronos will jump at that bait.”
“It will haul ass there really quick so It won’t be late.”
“That sounds reasonable” Kronos said.
“Once It is there, how do you trap the evil head?”
“I have this plan I will need help with.”
“That’s what we’re here for. We are not twits.”
“In this case, The Lumicates need to cast the die.”
“They have the ability to trap any guy.”
Anika said “Ahh, I think I know where this is headed.”
“You should. You were the one that got me embedded.”
“By that, I mean trapped in the lamp.”
“Yes. Then took you back to The Lumicates camp.”
“Would you go with me? We will return there again.”
“Of course I will. Just like old times again.”
Anika & ‘The Shadow’ held hands and vanished.
Anathea said “Watching that is still hard for me to manage.”
Anika & ‘The Shadow’ immediately appeared again.
But, they were at The Lumicate camp, within
the head Witch Doctors hut. The Medicine Man too.
He said “Hello, we have been expecting you.”
“I was hoping you knew we were coming.”
“We did. We also know why you were coming.”
“We have already built a trap to fit your needs.”
“Wow. I just can’t believe how, the future, you read.”
“For awhile, there was some problems”
“It is better now. Mostly, it allows them.”
“To see what will transpire, I mean.”
“Of course, we cannot see in the in between.”
“The lamp you were in wouldn’t let any magic in or out.”
“You were literally physically trapped, without a doubt.”
“That is true.” ‘The Shadow’ regretfully said.
He still had some bad feelings about it in his head.
“We need one similar to that for ‘Fake’ Kronos.”
“Except, we need to be able to use magic on ‘Fake’ Kronos.”
“But, any magic It uses to be trapped with It.”
“We figured that would be how you wanted it.”
‘You had a much different form than a man.”
“More like, a fog, or a shadow moving across the land.”
“Yes. That is why I call myself ‘The Shadow’”
“To learn to assume this form was a real battle.”
“But, that’s another story for another time.”
“Right now, ‘Fake’ Kronos is our problem sign.”
“Due to your form, you would fit into a lamp.”
“’Fake’ Kronos is bigger, so, needs a bigger lamp.”
“Basically, it is a large rectangular box.”
The Witch Doctor led them away to see the box.
“It reminds me of the Ark Of The Covenant.”
“What in the world is that?” Anika did vent.
“It is in the future in a different time line.”
“Not from yours, but from mine.”
It was a large metal box looking like bronze.
It was heavy. But, they could move it with their wands.
The same metal Aladdin’s lamp was made of.
It reflected the sunlight that was shining above.
The needed spells were woven into it when it was cast.
That way they would always last.
“When ‘Fake’ Kronos raises the lid, It will be sucked in.”
“Only you, ‘Shadow,’ can let It out.”
Yet, spells, any of you use on It will work, without a doubt.”
“Thank you all so much for all you have done.” Anika said.
“It is our pleasure to help.” The Witch Doctor said.
With that, Anika, ‘The Shadow’, and the box disappeared.
The Lumicates knew that it wasn’t weird.
Back with the other three, it was like they were hardly gone.
“Is that the trap!!?” they all said, before too long.
“Yes.” Anika & ‘The Shadow’ explained what happened.
“Now, we have everything we need to catch the weenie.”
“When It comes to capture the ‘genie.’”
Will their well laid plans come to pass?
Pass me the pheasant under glass.
Might as well enjoy a good meal.
While were waiting to see what is revealed.

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

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Ten

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Ten

They went by way of the in between.
They surrounded ‘Fake’ Kronos without being seen.
Just outside a village, where It was cussing.
Using their wands, they all sent spells rushing.
‘Fake’ Kronos spun fast as a blur.
Blocking spells as fast as they occurred.
But, they kept on sending different spells right & left.
‘Fake’ Kronos was beginning to sweat.
It couldn’t hold off such an attack much longer.
It zapped away to have time to grow stronger.
They immediately were around it again.
Spells were flying like yesterday’s gin.
‘Fake’ Kronos jumped again.
They were right behind it, with a grin.
But, ’Fake’ Kronos was nowhere in sight.
At first, it kind of gave them a fright.
They were standing alongside a lake.
Then, they saw where they had made a mistake.
‘Fake’ Kronos was hiding under the water.
They all started to dive in, like an otter.
But ‘The Shadow’ yelled “Freeze.”
“I saw It leave the lake & go into the trees.”
“It wanted us to enter the lake.”
“Then trap us there as frozen bait.”
“That crafty bastard is a pain in the ass.”
“You’ll have to ask forgiveness for that, lass”
They appeared in the trees & It was gone.
Even the birds there had stopped singing their song.
“Did you get a fix on where It went?”
“Not positive, but the castle probably is where It went.”
They appeared in the castle in haste.
No sign of ‘Fake’ Kronos. No trace.
“This does not mean It wasn’t here briefly.”
“I think It was. Look, a message to ‘meet me.’”
“Oh no, It has recruited a lot of help.”
“About what I expected from the little whelp.”
Soon, they were surrounded by a large # of enemies.
They left by the in between to a place more friendly.
‘Fake’ Kronos told Its men “Be alert, jerks.”
“These nincompoops will be back. I’ll bet your shirt.”
But, after quite awhile, they were not seen.
“I’ll beat those jackasses & rape their queen.”
‘Fake’ Kronos was ranting and raving again.
All the others stood around looking grim.
Meanwhile, the five were trying to find a way to gain the edge.
“There must be a way to drive in a wedge.”
“The spells we need to work can’t get to It.”
“Stating the obvious is not helping a bit.”
“I am getting tired of playing games with this twit.”
‘The Shadow’ said “What we need is a better mouse trap.”
“What exactly do you mean by that?”
“First, we need a carrot to wave under Its nose.”
“What!? It is no vegetarian. Everybody knows.”
“No, no. I am not talking literally.” said ‘The Shadow.’
“Then speak sense man. Enough of this piddle paddle.”
“We tempt It with something It really wants.”
“When It goes for it, we spring the trap. What we want.”
“How, exactly, do you plan on trapping It?”
“Something literal, please. No allegory shit.”
“I have an idea that is coming to mind.” ‘The Shadow’ said.
“Well, let’s hear it then. It is better than banging my head.”
What kind of trap is ‘The Shadow’ thinking of?
We won’t find out today. We know it won’t be love.
Right now, I haven’t a clue. But, until then——–,
we will wait.—– I will see you then.

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

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Nine

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Nine

Anika explained some more as to what she meant.
Soon, all were on board, after they did vent.
“Asglow, you know the negative magic best.”
He said “Any negative spell must be balanced like the rest.”
“If not balanced, the power will be cut in half.”
“With half the power, one is really put to the task.”
“This may help us. ‘Fake’ Kronos uses mainly positive.”
“If It uses negative at all. Which It doesn’t. I am positive.”
“Kronos hates negative magic, so ‘Fake’ Kronos would too.”
“Yet, its spells are strong. Some negative magic must slip through.”
“We can block that without Its knowledge.”
“It won’t know what happened. It had no collage.”
“Its spells would be weaker then.”
“We could overcome It & that would be the end.”
Meanwhile ‘Fake’ Kronos was raising hell.
It put a whole village under its spell.
Everyone went on a killing spree.
Killing each other in an attempt to be free.
The delusions were placed into their minds.
‘Fake’ Kronos was having a good old time.
When there was only one villager left,
‘Fake’ Kronos did him in, calling him a wretch.
‘Fake’ Kronos figured that would draw attention.
The ‘goodie two shoes’ need not be mentioned.
They will come running to try to stop It.
It will be waiting to throw a fit.
It planned to throw all It had at them.
It wouldn’t stop. This was not a whim.
Meantime the five were working on a new plan.
Anathea had her bow & arrows & began.
They were attempting to embed into an arrow,
a spell that would block negative magic. Narrow
Would be the width of it.
But, effective. Even if ‘Fake’ Kronos blocked it.
For a short period of time it would work.
Then, they could overcome the irrational twerp.
Giving Anathea time to work her memory spell on it.
Then ‘The Shadow’ would immediately do his bit.
That is, if all worked out as planned.
They heard of the villagers, dead to a man.
But, it took time to get the blocking spell perfected.
They hoped ‘Fake’ Kronos didn’t feel neglected.
In fact, that is just how It felt.
Its rage was building so much It thought It would melt.
‘Where are those bumbling scum’s?’
‘They won’t respond when I drop a little crumb?’
‘I guess I am going to have to raise more hell.’
‘Up the ante. Then they will hear the bell.’
‘Fake’ Kronos destroyed 20 churches in a matter of minutes.
Yelling “I am the only one you shall worship! Get this!!”
‘That should bring them running in no time now.’
‘I might make Kronos, himself, a sacrificial cow.’
They heard what happened to the churches.
They were ready. All had their spells researched.
What happened when they appeared around It?
Did It skewer them, like on a spit?
Or, did they skewer It with an arrow?
We will find out in the straight and narrow.
When we check in again.
In the meantime, let’s hope they win.

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

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Eight

The Chronicles Of Kronos Volume III Chapter Eight

‘The Shadow’ told them to gather around.
“Hold hands. You will land on ground.”
The next instant they disappeared.
Immediately, they were in the castle. How weird.
They surprised ‘Fake’ Kronos at its desk.
It was now or never, what the heck.
A net appeared and flew over ‘Fake’ Kronos.
It jumped, turned & tried to zap away. Almost.
The net kept it trapped.
Until the net became a doormat.
The five had never seen such a thing.
It zapped away, like a dove on wing.
They left by way of the in between.
They couldn’t believe what they had seen.
Meanwhile ‘Fake’ Kronos was at the local village.
This time it wasn’t there to try & pillage.
It went into the Inn & demanded ale.
The amount it drank could kill someone frail.
‘They somehow slipped up on me.’ It thought.
‘They almost held me to that spot.’
‘Something went wrong with my tracking spell.’
‘Time for me to return to the ‘Knowledge Well.’
The ‘Knowledge Well’ being a place It was shown
by a subordinate whom It had known.
A place hidden deep in Arabia.
Aladdin had discovered it in Arabia.
With the help of a magic genie.
The foolish twit had set it free.
That was many eons ago.
It could still use some of the knowledge though.
‘Fake’ Kronos zapped to the Arabian cave.
It got in with its wand with just a wave.
There was an oracle deep within.
‘Fake’ Kronos approached with a crooked grin.
“Tell me now where my enemies might be.”
“I cannot. For that, I am unable to see.”
“You are worthless as tits on a boar.”
“I am thinking I won’t come here anymore.”
“Suit yourself, oh mighty king.”
“Remember. I can answer most anything.”
‘All right. Who sent the scumbags to harass me?”
“The creator of the universe. God himself, you see.”
‘Fake’ Kronos flew into a rage hearing this.
It cussed & swore. Hands gripped into fists.
“He thinks they can beat my ass.”
‘Someone like Him should have more class.”
With that, ‘Fake’ Kronos stomped away.
It had forgotten what It had come there to say.
Meanwhile, the five were in hot debate.
Trying to figure out what would be ‘Fake’ Kronos’s fate.
‘The Shadow’ said “something is familiar with what It did.
“It can’t get such knowledge from just any kid.”
“Hold on, I will be right back.”
With that he was gone, if he was even there, in fact.
In a blink, he had returned to them.
“I went to the ‘Well Of Knowledge’, where It had been.”
“What is this ‘Well Of Knowledge’ asked Anathea.”
“It is an oracle in a cave in Arabia.”
“You are a person of amazing knowledge” she said.
“It comes from being a genie” as he tilted his head.
“‘Fake’ Kronos got knowledge on how to track us.”
“But, it won’t work now. The in between hides us.”
“In between. That’s it! Anika said, while waving a fist.
‘The in between is what?” ‘The Shadow’ lisped.
“Not your in between. It is in between it all.”
“The positive & negative magic. It is in between.”
“Not one nor the other. In a world unseen.”
“It is in a place it should not be.”
“So, nothing can touch it, you see.”
“I think I am starting to get the picture.”
“Well, I am still in the dark. How’d it get here.?”
“It got there when Satan caused a void in the flux.”
“Do to Its nature, It remained between the flux.”
“It can tap into both worlds, but is still outside them.”
“We need a whole new way of thinking to bring It in.”
What do they mean “A whole new way?”
That will be revealed on another day.
For now, it is time to think outside the box.
This is getting wackier than a box of rocks.

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