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"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!" roared the magician.
"I...I was sent to fetch you by the king, mister," the boy answered. "Please, don't hurt me!"
The wizard sighed. "Very well then. I.... I.... will....."
Suddenly, an evil expression came over his face. Just as soon as it had appeared, it disappeared. Then it appeared again. The magician began thrashing about the ground, screaming. "AAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" he yelled. Out surged a great force of magical energy, pulsing from his body, and the floor beneath them collapsed. Both Alexander and the Wizard fell through the whole length of the tower, and landed in a pie in the kitchens.
"What are you doing here?! Out, out!" cried the cook. She shooed them out the door, and they ended up in the Great Hall. King Dothwintle was sitting there, waiting for them.
"Ah, thank you for bringing him here, lad," he said to Alexander. He then turned to the wizard. "As for you, I need to have a serious talk privately."
The wizard (whose name was Lothar) spoke. "Ahh, so we meet again," he said in an unearthly voice. A sense of power was radiating from his body. "I have no reason to talk. I have only been sent here to kill.... NO!"
The sense of power stopped. "I will not be taken over...." he said to himself, clutching his head.
"Do not resist, fool! That will only make it more painful," replied the unearthly voice. Then the evil expression came over Lothar's face again. "Now, to end this...."
A swarm of sparks encircled the magician's hand. King Dothwintle stood up. "NO!!" he cried out. A gigantic beam of yellow light flew from the magician, who was grinning nastily. Just before the explosion, King Dothwintle used his magic to teleport Alexander away. Then, with an enormous crack, the whole of the castle was consumed and destroyed, Lothar and King Dothwintle destroyed with it.
[ 10-24-2002, 07:58 PM: Message edited by: Willard ]
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