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)