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The story so far.......
King Dothwintle sat in his throne. The great hall was almost empty, save for him and his guards. A very serious look was on his face; he seemed to be in deep concentration. Suddenly he stood up out of his chair and shouted out, "Bring me the royal magician!" His face was very red, the expression on his face made it clear to everyone that he was furious.
This outburst made everyone jump; for he had not talked for many hours before. He had been just in that deep expression of thought, sitting on his throne all of that morn. One of the serving-boys, a lad named Alexander, was sent up to the tower of the royal magician. As Alexander climbed the seemingly endless stairs, he could hear loud explosions from up in the tower. As he came to the tower door, he hesitated to go in, for the magician was known to have a horrible temper. He creaked the door open a crack, hoping to see what was going on. What Alexander saw made him gasp.
The magician was sitting in a chair, muttering evil-sounding incantations. Waving his large, hairy arms about, a bolt of lightning flashed from nowhere and made a giant crystal explode into shattered pieces. The boy noticed that the crystal was on a giant rune, and surrounding the rune were dozens of lighted braziers. "No, no, that cannot be right," muttered the magician to himself in a gruff, unnatural-sounding voice. "Too dense."
The wizard then set a small statue onto the rune. Saying the same evil words, a shaft of fire came down from the ceiling onto the object. When the smoke cleared, the statue was moving. It was a rat! "Almost," said the old man. "More conduction."
On the wall opposite of the magician, there was a huge, ornate mirror. The man set another statue onto the rune; but this one looked narrower and taller. Saying the magic words, a surge of magical energy flew forth from the magician's hand. Just as the magic was beginning to work, the wizard toppled over a glass jar of magic dust. The magician had very bad allergies; he then sneezed, and the magic went haywire. It reflected off of the mirror, bounced against another glass jar, and finally came towards the door that Alexander was leaning against. KABLAM! The door exploded into tiny splinters of wood, and Alexander fell forward onto the floor, unhurt.
[ 10-24-2002, 07:59 PM: Message edited by: Willard ]
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