Category: Fantasy

      The Revenge Of Kronos (Chapter 7)

All the Warlocks arrived.

They circled the church with pride.

Magic blasted out all windows and doors.

They all flew forward, like a giant hoard.

They flew in doors and windows.

Everyone within began to tremble.

The Warlocks immediately cast a spell.

Most cast a shield to protect, as well.

Others cast killing magic at those inside.

Magic was flying far and wide.

Sirle covered Anika to keep her safe.

She was surprised, but this wasn’t her fate.

She never had a man protect her before.

She was liking it more and more.

She put her arm around him and hugged him close.

Sirle thought that she was the very most.

As each spell shot out, the Warlock fell to dust.

All were so inflamed by their hatred and lust,

that they didn’t notice what was happening.

When they did, they fought harder, zapping.

Soon, every Warlock was turned to dust.

Wizards looked at the mess with disgust.

 

Kronos saw the Warlocks fly into the church.

“Victory is ours!! Let’s toast to what it’s worth.”

He poured a drink for Ikurea and himself.

He quickly slipped hemlock in hers. He felt

a little sorry for what he did , but he would

not share his empire, even if he should.

They raised their glasses and drank them dry.

Soon, Ikurea fell to the floor. Dead to the sky.

“Sorry Ikurea, maybe I did love you.”

“But, now, I have other things to do.”

“Soon Anika will be brought here.”

“She is going to have much to fear.”

Then, suddenly, the Black Fire appeared.

A demon was within, who Kronos feared.

“Your victory has failed.” the demon said.

“Everyone of your army is dead.”

“How can that be ??” Kronos stammered.

“They were annihilated by God’s hammer.”

“Anika has beaten you again.”

“There was no way in hell you could ever win.”

“Now, you MUST pay the price.”

“I told you failure would NOT be nice.”

The demon beckoned Kronos to him.

Kronos tried to resist, but couldn’t win.

Kronos was pulled into the Black Fire.

He instantly aged 800+ years. How dire.

He was screaming as the demon pulled him down.

No trace of him was ever found.

Immediately, the cavern caved in.

Sealing within it all the sin.

 

Back at the church, the Normals were cheering.

They were praising Anika, but she wasn’t hearing.

She said “The hero here today was Jeru.”

“Now, I have a proposal for all of you.”

“To honor this great Wizard for eternity”

“I want you to change the name of the city with me.”

“Instead of Salem, it will now be called Jeru Salem.”

So, it became so. Over the years, it became Jerusalem.

The Wizards magically repaired the church.

After the tonic finally became inert.

Anika and Sirle were becoming close.

They had gotten rid of an evil ‘ghost.’

So ends the story of Kronos Revenge.

May all stay in peace until the end.

————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

 

 

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         The Revenge Of Kronos (Chapter 6)

Kronos and Ikurea were watching her crystal ball.

By looking in it, they could see all.

There were skirmishes here and there.

His Warlocks were fighting everywhere.

Things seemed to be going his way.

“Anika and the Wizards would rule the day

they thought they could beat Kronos!”

“They will soon learn I am no ghost.”

Then, he saw that the Wizards seemed to be

moving toward a central point, to me.

He said “What is that place they go?”

Ikurea said “The Church Of The True God, you know.”

“Ahh, that figures. That is holy ground to them.”

“They must think their God will save them.”

“I will tell all Warlocks thru their wands,

to attack the place. Soon, they will be gone.”

“We will make a mockery of their God.”

“I am the one carrying the iron rod!!”

“Kill all in their sanctuary, except Anika”

“Bring her to me!!. I will meet ya.”

“She will bow to me before I do her in.”

“There is no way in hell that she can win.”

 

Jeru was bringing buckets of the tonic by wagon.

He was being safe, yet smart, like a dragon.

He was nearing the church,

when a Warlock hit him with a frozen curse.

Wizards saw him fall off the wagon.

The Warlock zapped away.  He wasn’t lagging.

Anika rushed to his side.

He was gone. No way to save his hide.

In his frozen state, he looked like he was saying a word.

She began to wonder if it could be heard.

She unfroze his lungs and vocal cords.

Her ear was close to his mouth,  air roared.

It sounded to her like “salt!!”

What did he mean by that? She halted.

“Get all these buckets to the church.”

All on the wagon was brought in the church.

Anika said ”Start pouring the tonic into the ditch.”

“What about this bag of salt that came with it?”

Then, it hit her like a thunderbolt from  head to  feet.

“HALT!!” she yelled. “Add a pinch of salt to each.”

“Are you sure of this?” asked a couple of Wizards.

“Yes!!” “Salt is the final ingredient,—- I’m sure.”

They added the salt, like it was a cure.

The tonic began to bubble. It became the color of dirt.

They all grabbed a bucket and went to work.

Once the ditch was completely filled,

it was hard to see the tonic. It had chilled.

They all rushed back inside.

Just before the first Warlocks arrived.

Would the tonic work? Or, was Anika wrong?

When I return, I will reveal that song.

—————————————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

      The Revenge Of Kronos (Chapter 5)

The Chief Herbal Wizard had a plan.

“If it will work.—- I think it can.”

He had a tonic that was new.

It was infused with magic too.

“When the final ingredient is introduced,

you’ll have about an hour before it’s capote.”

“Anyone who crosses over it,

then does magic, will lose their grip.”

“They will instantly be turned to ash.”

“No more Warlocks to bug our ass.”

“How to put it to use? I don’t have a plan.”

“I think I do”, said Anika, as she raised her hand.

“We will get all Warlocks in a central place.”

“It will be surrounded by a small ditch in place.”

“The ditch will be filled with the tonic.”

“We’ll already be inside. How ironic.”

“The Warlocks will try to destroy us with magic.”

“They will think we’re trapped. It will be tragic.”

“But, when they use magic they are turned to ash.

“Their hatred will drive them to their last.”

“And where would this place be, pray tell?”

“The Church Of The True God in Salem”

“The city’s biggest church Normals pray in.”

“The head priest is a man named Sirle.”

“I met him after the second war,” Anika smiled.

“I am sure he will help us out.”

“He is a man of God, without a doubt.”

They took Anika at her word.

If she said it would, it would occur.

The plans were made and details worked out.

Anika went to see Sirle. He gave a shout.

“Hi, Anika. It’s good to see you again.”

“Trouble is brewing, right to the brim.”

“That’s why I’m here. We need some help.”

“I came to you because I know how you felt.”

“You said back then, that you

wished there was more that you could do.”

Well, now there is, if you don’t mind?”

“I’ll always help you Anika, any time.”

She stared into his beautiful blue eyes.

They looked almost like they could hypnotize.

She said “Thank you,” as she blushed.

She told him her plan. “It depends on us.”

He set some altar boys to work digging the ditch.

They were young and energetic. They were quick.

Anika said goodbye, after lingering for awhile.

She left Sirle with a lingering smile.

Back at ‘home’ Jeru, the Chief Herbal Wizard,

was hard at work making the tonic, she heard.

He said he would physically bring it there.

He didn’t want magic used anywhere.

He was cautious. He didn’t want it to fail.

He would leave no magical trail.

All the preparations took some time.

We will look in again to see what we find.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

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         The Revenge Of Kronos (Chapter 4)

Kronos and Ikurea finally had their army trained.

They would enslave the Normals, he explained.

They were not to be nice about it.

“Are they better than insects? I doubt it.”

The Warlocks swept over the land.

Raising havoc with almost every man.

They enslaved the Normals, or made them run.

Made some cluck like a chicken, just for fun.

Some were killed in various ways.

The Warlocks laughed, enjoying their slaves.

Soon, the Normals cried for help.

Their united plea was felt.

The High Seer of the Wizards picked up their cry.

He told the Power Of 12 the reason way.

They were shocked to hear the news.

They told Anika and added their views.

All the Wizards were gathered together.

They planned a trip to earth for the better.

Once ‘home,’ they would make plans.

First, they would find out all they can.

They all zapped ‘home.’ A quick trip.

Their ‘home’ on earth was well hidden by a fix.

Magic kept it invisible to all.

An impenetrable shield to prevent a fall.

Once all were there, they send out teams.

Invisible and not detected by smell, it seems.

They reported back the horrible state of affairs.

Kronos still ‘alive’, was too much to bare.

They thought he died after the first Magician’s War.

He survived 800+ years and the second war??

Dark magic must be keeping him alive.

His hatred must be giving him his drive.

He had to be stopped, that much was clear.

They all looked to Anika, for which she feared.

“I tried to strip one Warlock of his magic.”

“It had no effect. It was tragic.”

“Somehow they have learned to overcome it.”

“We must beat them, but it will take a good trick.”

“If we fight them one on one, they will win.’

“We cannot kill another, like them.”

“Does anyone have any ideas?”

“Some sort of plan that will help to free us?”

The chief Herbal Wizard had a plan.

To hear what it is, come back, if you can.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

 

       The Revenge Of Kronos (Chapter 3)

Anika was enjoying the sunny day.

She had been perfecting her skills today.

She was excellent with the longbow.

The arrows flew where she wanted them to go.

Her accuracy was mostly one hundred percent.

Her bow went with her where ever she went.

She was becoming a Chakram expert winner.

A circular metal disk, razor sharp, open center.

About 12” diameter. It would return when thrown.

She was by far the best with it, it was shown.

She was a formidable warrior all around.

Besides being a sorceress that knew no bounds.

She stood about 6 feet tall. Long blonde hair

and a figure that would make men stare.

She was known as The Great Deceiver.

Anyone who knew her history would believe her.

She could ‘deceive’ the soul to reject magic.

She stripped every Warlock of their magic.

No one had ever seen such incredible power before.

She gave God the credit. She was modest to the core.

This took place in the second Magician’s War.

Hopefully, she ended it forever more.

Little did she, or the other Wizards know

that Kronos was alive and would revive the show.

They all lived in the 8^th parallel universe from earth.

Kronos never knew where they all went. He cursed.

But, he knew he could draw them all back.

Once he started treating Normals like they were rats.

This was a major part of his plan.

To win back his empire as fast as he can.

To do so, the Wizards must be exterminated.

They stood for God and good. The Normals were elated.

Kronos didn’t believe in God. Just his Black Arts.

He wanted only to rip the ‘good ones’ apart.

Soon, his army would be trained.

Then, nothing else need be explained.

His actions would speak for themselves.

A future tale, of which we cannot now dwell.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)

 

 

 

 

       The Revenge Of Kronos (Chapter 2)

Kronos found the rare herbs needed in her garden.

She helped him gather. They left the yard then.

They both zapped back to his cozy cave.

Ikurea brought her books along in case.

She dabbled in The Black Arts, but her approach

was through nature. Not like her  host.

Kronos gave little thought to nature.

His approach was evil. Kindness had no place here.

Though, while reviewing some of her spells,

he found a lot that made his pride in her swell.

He told her in depth of his plan.

“I want to smash Anika, if I can.”

“That’s where you will come into play.”

“You are a woman in every way.”

“You will think like her. That will help.”

“In the end, we will crush the whelp.”

“First, I must build my demon army.”

“Help me to prepare. It won’t be charming.”

He had a nasty brew boiling in a caldron.

He added the rare herbs. He was ready to call him.

He recited a few lines of black magic.

Black Fire appeared. It looked tragic.

Then, a monstrous demon appeared in the flame.

It was hideous enough to put anything to shame.

In a rumbling voice it spoke: “You dare to call me here?”

The two of them stood trembling with fear.

“You dare to think you can control us?”

“Yes, I know your plans. It is like puss.”

“You cannot control an army of demons.”

“It is a major joke between us.”

“However, you’re final plans appeals to us.”

“We will give you an army without a fuss.”

“It will consist of all your formal men still alive.”

“We will bring their magic back  to their hide.”

“Then, we will bring all latent Normals here.”

“We will activate their magic with power to fear.”

“All will need training from you.”

“We know this you can quickly do.”

“I have a book of spells I will allow you to use.”

“It will give you and your army power to choose.”

“You choose us and victory will be yours.”

“Along with all else in the book can occur.”

“Bow down and pledge your allegiance. NOW!!”

Kronos and Ikurea shakily got on their knees to bow.

Kronos was humiliated. He bowed to no man.

But, this was a demon. He would get all he can.

They pledged allegiance and the demon  disappeared.

The promised book, on the floor, appeared.

Kronos and Ikurea picked it up with reverence.

They chuckled. in their minds, they made severance.

Neither would consciously serve a demon directly.

They thought they handled it all effectively.

Soon, his old Warlocks started popping in..

Then, the Normals selected, popped in.

Kronos and Ikurea had work to do.

But, first, all new ones declared their allegiance too.

Now, the real fun begins.

In the next chapter, they get ready for revenge.

———————————————R.W. Johnson—–(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)