The Three Warlocks
Once upon a time, there was a rich,
happy king. Even though he had a lot of
treasure, what he loved above all was his 18
year-old son. But they didn’t know that far,
far, away, three warlocks named Slovakia,
Zecho, and Malekith were planning to wreck
havoc upon their land. They wanted to
mutilate the king and prince, for they all
wanted the kingdom, land, and the legendary
Philosopher's Stone, a crimson stone which
will grant the wielder immortality and turn
any metal into gold.
The king had a skilled warlock experienced
with the art of alchemy. The warlock’s job
was to protect the Philosopher’s Stone. If he
attempted to steal the stone he would die on
the spot. The evil warlocks pondered over a
way to accumulate the Philosopher’s Stone .
They each had an idea. Malekith was going
to create a dragon egg, Zecho was going to
create a Chimera egg, a beast with the head
of a lion, the tail of a snake and a firebreathing goat head on it’s back. Finally,
Slovakia created a gorgon, a creature with a
stare that can turn people into stone. After
month’s of tending the beast’s, they were
ready to destroy the king and his son.
The king owned a magical Pegasus, a
flying horse that he kept in the stable. The
prince owned a magical bow which kills
anything immediately with one hit. The king also
owned a magical sword, an item which turns
any thing the blade touches into ashes. They
were very well protected against any kind of
attack. The king’s warlock had a large array of
spells, his best turning enemies to ice and
turning friends back from stone. Then in the
distance a red-yellow light was seen far away. It
came closer and closer until the king, prince, and
all of his people saw that it was a dragon! The
king’s warlock smiled. He had always wanted to
use his ice spell. He stood in position, his wand
facing the dragon’s great mouth.
The dragon blew great flames at the
warlock, but he twirled his hands and froze the
dragon’s fire to ice. The dragon roared in
disapproval. The dragon sliced at the warlock
with his steel claws, but the warlock froze them,
and they were so brittle that they broke apart.
The dragon cried out in pain. While the dragon
was distracted, the warlock aimed an excellent
shot at the dragon’s mouth. The dragon’s
whole body froze immediately. The king, prince,
and all of the king’s people cheered. But their
happiness didn’t last long, for they saw a great
Chimera fly down, facing the villagers and the
prince.
The prince had an amazing plan. He rushed
to the castle and opened up the stable. The
Pegasus walked out and stretched his wings. The
prince grabbed his magic bow and hopped on to
the Pegasus’s back. They zoomed out the door and
into the bright sun light. The prince scanned the
area for the Chimera. It was not at all hard to find.
A snake-tailed goat-backed lion stands out. He had
five arrows in his quiver. He had to aim well. He
shot and arrow. He heard a bloodcurdling shriek.
He saw a bird falling to the ground. He aimed
another arrow. It hit a tree, and the tree
immediately wilted. He shot another and missed
again. He grabbed another arrow and missed yet
again. He had one more chance. The prince had
one more shot and nailed the Chimera in the head.
The Chimera roared and hit the ground, dead.
Everyone looked up and saw the prince on the Pegasus.
Everyone cheered until the saw the prince fall off the
Pegasus and hit the ground. Everyone didn’t know what
happened but the warlock knew he had been petrified.
The warlock knew two ways that he could’ve been
petrified: a gorgon, or an alchemist with highly skilled
dark magic. He knew it was a gorgon when he heard
hissing behind him. He knew a gorgon was a vile
creature with snakes for hair. The king was determined
to kill the gorgon and save his son. He grabbed the
magical blade and snuck behind the gorgon and swiped
at it’s head. The gorgon froze for a few seconds, then
disappeared in a shower of ashes, screeching a horrible
noise. Then all was silent. The warlock muttered some
words and the prince got up and scratched his head. He
had no idea what just happened. The king explained
everything to his son. But suddenly, they heard a
swishing sound and a burst of black light flew just past
the king’s shoulder.
Slovakia appeared zapping death spells everywhere he
went. The prince was nowhere to be seen. The king hoped his
son was all right. Suddenly, Slovakia smacked the ground with a
thud. There was an arrow in his chest. The prince was standing
behind the dead warlock. He had ran into the castle to fetch
some more magical arrows. They heard a crack and the king’s
favorite subject froze to ice. The good warlock was startled. He
thought he was the only one who knew the ice spell. He
pledged that he would find the trouble maker and put an end to
him. Malekith chuckled to himself. He knew that even though
his brother had been killed, he still knew they would get the
castle, land and the Philosopher's Stone. The good warlock
teleported there and shot an ice spell but Malekith deflected it
with a lazy flick of his wand. The good warlock barely missed it.
The warlock knew a spell he never told anyone. He could turn
into anything he wanted. He turned into a chair then a flea. He
grabbed his wand and zapped the warlock. The warlock froze in
place. The good warlock turned into a normal warlock and
teleported back to the castle.
Zecho, the last evil warlock, decided he didn’t
want to risk his life for the stone. He teleported to a
secluded mountain and was never seen again. And
everyone- except for Slovakia and Malekith- lived
happily ever after.
The End