Month: April 2017

      The Revenge Of Kronos (Chapter 1)

Kronos needed a secret place to work.

The fact he was alive wasn’t a quirk.

At the bottom of a gorge, was a cave.

“It would work fine,” he did rave.

He used magic to make it bigger.

He hid the entrance and added a trigger.

The place was protected with a powerful spell.

He knew it would protect him very well.

He gathered his potions and other things.

Most of his books, he did bring.

There were a couple herbs that were rare.

He would have to bring them there.

But, first, he had to locate where they grew.

Then collect them at night. He was no fool.

Finally, after much time had passed.

He was ready to start his task.

He had a plan to win back his empire.

To do so, he would create the Black Fire.

He felt he could bring forth demons.

Control them and their feelings.

It would be a dangerous task.

He had the spells. He had the brass.

He was ready to put it to the test.

Then he thought of all the rest.

It would be better to find his queen first.

One who would share his blood lust thirst.

He knew of a sorceress way out back.

A witch of The Black Arts, at that.

She knew of him, but they never met.

He was ready. All was set.

He would swoon her with his charms.

He would hold her in his arms.

He would use her to perfect his plans.

As his queen, she would share the land.

He zapped himself to her hidden cottage.

Surrounded by herbs and other pottage.

He rapped on the door and waited.

She answered the door and hesitated.

She knew who he was at first sight.

“Kronos, I thought you were dead.”

“You can’t believe all that is said.”

“Obviously,—- why are you here?”

“I have a proposal I want to make clear.”

He laid out his plans to her.

She was quite interested, for sure.

Yet, what part would she play?

“You’ll be my queen, then, on the big day.”

“You’ll get half of my empire’s land”
“Providing you help me with my plan.”

She agreed with a vicious smile.

They signed in blood to last awhile.

What came next is another story.

Some of it is pretty gory.

——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

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    The Revenge Of Kronos (Preface)

Kronos was the leader of the Warlocks.

He had ruled since time forgot.

The Magician’s War was won by him.

The Wizards banished on a whim.

800 years later they snuck back.

Led by Anika, the dirty rat.

She took magic away from all.

That’s what caused his empire to fall.

He alone escaped the devastation.

Until the day his empire would awaken.

Through The Black Arts his life was long.

Extended so he could forever belong.

He knew spells the world has never seen.

He would use them to find his queen.

An army of demons, he would forge.

In his cavern down in the gorge.

He would be ready for Anika’s return.

He would squash her like a worm.

Good could never conquer evil.

We will conquer wherever we go.

The Normals would again be under his thumb.

There is no place that they can run.

If they think they had it bad before,

just wait till I begin my war.

So, the day was rapidly approaching soon.

When Kronos would raise hell with his goons.

It is a story that will take much to tell.

Worse than going through The 7 Levels Of  Hell.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

            The Magician’s War (Epilog)

The Emperor of the Warlocks was Kronos.

He had ruled since the first war. Their evil foe.

Through black magic he had sustained his life.

He had beaten Anethea without a big fight.

He knew sometime they would come for him again.

An escape route had been planned for him.

He expected to beat Anika when the time came.

It was a shock to barely escape the pain.

He felt the 10 Wizards enter the castle.

He fled through an underground  rat hole.

He had a hidden bunker, well insulated against magic.

If they had discovered him, it would have been tragic.

But, they didn’t. Now, he would plot his revenge.

They had no knowledge that his life, he could extend.

He had many, many years to dabble in The Black Arts.

They would learn when he ripped them apart.

It would take time because, now, he was alone.

That would change. They would be shown.

He would bring forth demons at his command.

They would raise havoc throughout the land.

This land would be his again. He would win.

Who dares to say The Black Arts is a sin?

He started plotting his revenge that very day.

“It won’t be long now,” he cackled. “Let them pray!!”

—————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

        The Magician’s War (Chapter 14)

“What I have planned,” Anika said

“is something that will befuddle their head.”

“Their ‘home’ is a huge castle.”

“It is protected by a shield that looks natural.”

“We can’t get in without alerting them.”

“ So, we will bring them out.” “ A simple whim.”

“Their hatred is great against the Normals.”

“An attack by them would be scornful.”

“We will fire on the shield with a device

that will sling big rocks at the shield.” “ Nice.”

“They will think it is the Normals doing it.”

“Their hatred will boil.” “The stupid wits.”

“They will come boiling out to kick some ass.”

“Invisible, some of us will slip in.” “ Slick as glass.”

“Once inside, we will bring down the castle .”

“It will be reduced to a pile of gravel.”

“Enraged, they will come rushing back.”

“That is when I will use my tact.”

“I am the Great Deceiver.” She said.

“I will leave them without magic, not dead.”

“Great Deceivers have only done that to one.”

“Not hundreds, like what will come?”

“I know this, but feel I can pull it off.”

“Do you know what failure will cost?”

“Of course I do, but good will beat evil.”

‘My method will then be revealed.”

The plans were laid and then came the day.

Everything was in place. They were ready to play.

3 catapults were built and put in place.

Kept invisible till they started the race.

10 of the most powerful wizards were

near the castle door when things did occur.

The signal was given. The catapults did fire.

Rocks slammed into the shield. It rang like a wire.

In no time, warlocks came pouring out.

Most were flying. Some ran about.

The 10 Wizards slipped in.

Now, the fun was about to begin.

The 10 Wizards found the castles main supports.

They were ready. They would not abort.

They all pointed their wands and yelled “Destructo”

Bright beams flew out of wands with a chuckle.

They all beamed out before the beams struck.

A tremendous explosion took out all struts.

The entire castle fell in on itself.

The shield collapsed in the fire lit melt.

Warlocks everywhere came to a stop.

They came rushing back to the melting pot.

Anika floated above the castle mess.

She glowed like she was wearing a fiery dress.

All Warlocks were looking at her in shock.

She said: “God, grant me the power I need

To put an end to this evil seed”

“I am your servant for good.”

“ Let me make things right, like it should.”

A big flash of blue light spread from her wand.

It covered every Warlock and beyond.

There was absolute silence everywhere.

Then, Warlocks began dropping. What a scare.

All had lost their magical power.

Their evil rule ended that very hour.

Normals were grabbing them all.

Some were ripped apart after their fall.

Others were slapped in  a prison.

Many were hurting from the beating given.

The Normals learned to live in freedom.

The castle was forbidden from the kingdom.

The wizards praised Anika for her ability .

She said; “It was God’s will, you see.”

Anika and the panthers, plus Pern,

would stay on and help the Normals learn.

Eventually, she would return to her home.

The Wizard VS Warlock War had shown

that good can triumph by love alone.

—————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

        The Magician’s War (Chapter 13)

The ‘home’ had been maintained for over 800 years.

It was maintained by magic, animated overseers.

The grounds were well maintained at all times.

The same with the home, yet there was no sign.

It was invisible to all, but those of our kind.

Impossible to penetrate by magic or force.

Always ready to be occupied by us, of course.

Thus, a meal for all was not a problem.

Prepared by magically created goblins.

We all ate, visited, rested, then, began to plan.

Anika led out, with no objections from any man.

She relayed to them where the Warlock ‘home’ was.

She said:” First, we must recon the area because

I have a plan that is starting to form.”

“We lost before fighting one on one.” “ Hatred was born.”

“We cannot drop to their level.” “ We are the light.”

“God will give us what we need to fight.”

“We will manipulate them into a trap.”

“Their own hatred will have their back.”

“That will be their downfall in the end.”

“It is what is going to help us to win.”

They didn’t have a clue what she meant.

She said: “All would be explained, then they could vent.”

“We have the ability of invisibility on our side”

“They have never been able to, though they tried.”

“They could track us by our smell.”

 “That should no longer be a problem with our new spell,”

said one of the Wizards. One of The 12 leaders.

“We perfected it after you left, Anika.”

“We were sorry you couldn’t use it to help keep ya.”

“But, thank God, you made it through without it.”

“Your information just helped my plan to fit.”

So, using invisibility and scent disruptor, they went.

They blended in nicely with the Normals, if meant.

Mostly, they stayed invisible learning all they could.

Sending it all ‘home’ with their wands of wood.

Then, came the day when they had learned enough.

The evil Warlock’s still weren’t aware of their stuff.

Anika had finally completed her plan.

She was ready to lay it out for every man.

What she said will have to wait till later.

I have to go and feed my gator.

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

        The Magician’s War (Chapter 12)

Finally, they felt good enough to move around.

She told the others:  “Check around, even the grounds.”

“Make sure all is safe and well.”

“If it isn’t, send them to hell.”

Anika’s wand had been pulling her one way.

She let it lead, with nothing to say.

It led her down to the lowest basement.

To a room incased in it.

She entered with great caution.

The room was bare, except for a coffin.

She opened it and a woman sat up.

Anika jumped, ready to disrupt.

She said: ‘I am Anethea, the Great Deceiver of the war.’

‘If you see me, you are the next Great Deceiver, or

you have her wand, which was mine till I was gone.’

‘I don’t believe this has gone that wrong.’

‘You have passed through the 7 Levels Of Hell.’

‘To do that, you have indeed done very well.’

‘I will now increase your power through the wand.’

‘It will happen through our bond.’

‘This will be needed for the war you will now face.’

‘After all this time, this is a different place.’

‘The Warlock’s home is beyond the second sea.’

‘At least, it was in the time of me.’

‘All their magic comes from the dark side.’

This is something we reject, with pride.

‘It is evil, vicious, uncaring, and very deadly.’

‘But, good can overcome, as you will see.’

‘I failed because I was too kind.’

‘My downfall was due to this state of my mind.’

‘Most of the population here are ‘Normals.’

‘Those with no magical ability, as their core goes.’

‘They are made into slaves.’

‘Treated very badly by those with Worlock ways.’

‘The few who are born with latent magic

are killed very soon by the Worlock’s.’ ‘ Tragic.’

‘If you are to win the Warlock vs Wizard War,

you have to be like them to your very core.’

‘I am not saying you should become evil.’

‘Think like them, then you will perceive their will.’

‘Outsmart them at every turn.’

‘They have nothing that you can learn.’

‘They don’t have the ability to think creatively.’

‘But, you do. The 7 Levels proved that blatantly.’

‘Tremendous power will come through to you.’

‘Use it wisely in all that you do.’

‘This is the last gift that I can give.’ ‘ Bless you.’

‘May God be with you and give you what I can’t give you.’

Anika’s wand started to glow.

Then got super bright as the power flowed.

She was surrounded in a covering of light.

It filled her with power and its might.

She fell to the floor immediately after.

When she awoke, the panthers were looking at her.

They knew that something had changed.

They felt the power through their mental exchange.

Anika rose and said: “It’s time to get to work.”

She knew what she planned was not berserk.

She sent a message via wand to her home planet.

She had made it to earth, they got, as they scanned it.

She said: “Follow the link I am sending to you.”

“It will allow each of you to pass through.”

“That will take tremendous power,” they sent to her.

“I can handle it now” “Travel without fear, for sure.”

It was done and they started coming through.

They popped into sight everywhere. Quite a zoo.

When it was over, the large room was full.

A meal was set and they made their plans to go.

The Warlock vs Wizard War would begin again.

I can’t say yet exactly how it will end.

———————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

        The Magician’s War (Chapter 11)

They stepped through the portal and fell to the ground.

At this point, there was no being around.

They had instantly became double their normal weight.

Gravity on this planet was almost too much to take.

They all got up and moved around slowly.

Even the powerful panthers were walking lowly.

The wand indicated they had a long way to go.

They could barely walk. They would go slow.

Before Anika entered the Levels Of Hell,

Her wand had a tale to tell.

Not only was she informed where portals were,

She was informed what would occur

If she used magic directly to destroy a critter.

The result would be very bitter.

She destroyed the kangaroo in Level 1.

But, the magic was on air surrounding that one.

Too close for comfort. It took a lot out of her.

They had to triumph by other means for sure.

She could use magic, just not directly on a beast.

The lance was different, So was its power, at least.

That magic didn’t come from Anika directly.

It had its own magic that acted effectively.

But, now, they could hardly move.

How could they combat anything that moved?

They headed out through a wooded area.

Almost anything they heard would scare ya.

After awhile, they heard a lot of noise.

Trees uprooted and breaking, like toys.

Then, they saw the colossal.

A giant with one eye, flaring his nostrils.

He was 30 feet tall.

Moving with no problem at all.

Then, he seemed to get their scent.

Off in their direction he went.

Anika willed her wand into a lance.

She used magic to give it a chance.

She made a magical sling.

Flung the lance at the advancing thing.

It took all her power to fling it away.

She didn’t know if she could do it that day.

The lance hit the colossal in the chest.

The explosion made a massive hole in its chest.

She said “Deflecto” just in time.

The lance returned to her by her mind.

The colossal fell with a thunderous jar.

It knocked them off their feet and afar.

They struggled up. The colossal was dead.

Pern could barely fly a short distance ahead.

On they went, exhausted and totally spent.

Only will power carried them as they went.

They came to a steep hill going down.

They didn’t think they could manage the ground.

Then Anika had an idea to try.

She magically cut down a large tree nearby.

She cut out a length long enough to use.

She carved out the middle, like a canoe.

They all got in and down they slid.

Magic was used as their skids.

A rough ride. Magic helped to stabilize.

They went a very long way. What a ride.

Praise the Lord, they were close to the portal.

All they could manage was a mental chortle.

They got out and had to crawl.

Too weak to stand, she wanted to bawl.

The portal was very close to them.

They couldn’t move. Even on a whim.

Then, they heard them coming through the woods.

They had to get up and move, if they could.

Much too tired to defend themselves.

They saw what was coming. A herd of elves?

They looked like psychotic killers.

Armed with bows and sounding shriller.

Anika and the panthers got up and staggered.

How? Who knows? They were beleaguered.

Anika opened the portal and they fell through.

The portal slammed closed. One arrow flew .

They were in the safe home of old.

Maintained by magic, there was no mold.

It looked as good as new.

They laid on the floor like glue.

Finally, they could move around fairly well.

They had made it through the 7 Levels Of Hell.

Now, the real battle would begin.

But, first, they rest as we look in.

——————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

          The Magician’s War (Chapter 10)

Anika made a shield over them all against the rain.

It was coming down hard enough to cause pain.

It looked like it rained here 9 days out of 10.

All looked beaten down for the shape it was in.

They moved along. Progress was slow.

Up ahead, there was 3 flashes in a row.

They thought maybe it was lightening.

As they approached, it kept brightening.

It was a monster sending out electric flashes.

All that they hit,  incinerated into ashes.

It saw them and sent a bolt their way.

The shield held, but started to sway.

They ran as fast as they could.

It would catch them. They knew it would.

They had to find a dry place to hide.

If they didn’t, they would get fried.

Anika thought about ‘creating magic in need.’

She could create a place with lightening as a feed.

She pointed her wand high up on a rock cliff.

She said “Cavity Erectus”, just as lightening split.

Lightening flew out of her wand and hit the rock.

A cave was made right on that spot.

They all jumped up and went in.

It was dry and even warm within.

They knew if they stayed in the water

the beast would send electric through it, like an otter.

They tried to figure out what to do.

They didn’t want to act like a fool.

They knew they had to short circuit it.

Make it howl and have a fit.

It drew its power from the continuous storms.

With every new storm, it was reborn.

‘Dry it out and suck it dry’, thought one of the panthers.

Anika said “Good thinking Ra, that might be the answer.”

We will coax him in here. Seal him in.

Make it become real hot within.

That should cool his jets for awhile.

“I have a plan”, she said with a smile.

In the end, they did exactly that.

Coaxed him in, then snuck out the back.

Sealed both entrances and heated up the room.

The storm beast became quiet real soon.

They left him there and went on their way.

What else was in store for them today?

They were being beat down and nearly drowned.

The drumming on the shield made their heads pound.

They couldn’t take too much more of this.

Then, they saw the portal that they almost missed.

Anything would be better as they walked through.

They changed their minds once they were through.

The 7^th Level O Hell, the worst of them all.

What was there, might make them fall.

But, that is a story for a little later.

Once I have time to be the relater.

———————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)