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)