COMETA MÁGICO De Ted White & Claudine . |
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. INTERACTIVE TALE . Author: Claudine, Yasmin, Nito, Ted, Concepción y Nebrik . NEMESIS’ SPELL .
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. Chapter One: "The Great Conjuror" . |
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An old steaming pot clouded the dark room, while thin moonlight peeped through the small window, illuminating the old book of spells on the oak table, waiting for his magician to bring it to life.
He was worried trying to remember all the elements that should be mixed to prepare the potion he had promised to teach to her beautiful apprentice. He was madly in love with her. He felt youth coming back to his body, worn after years of magical efforts. Nemesis, the maiden, had accepted the great magician Zador to persuade him into transmitting her the secrets that Great Osmuld, Zador’s master, had passed on to him when he chose him as his successor. Before disappearing for ever, Osmuld made him promise that he would only reveal them to the soft-hearted. Because of his magical skills, Zador received from Osmuld, the power staff and the magic crystal ball, together with the words that should be recited to revive the book of spells. There was a deep silence; only the magician’s firm footsteps could be heard. The gentle scent of fresh wood filled the forest, mystic world of fairies. Suddenly, a deafening noise broke off the calm of the place and attracted Zador’s attention. A vigorous winged horse was approaching by pushing its way through the branches, spreading leaves as if knitting a shady carpet. Its rider was Milkad, the wizard, an enemy of fairies and Zador’s magical adversary. He stopped in front of the magician, and demanded to be told what was he doing in his domain, while he hurled a fire ball to his feet to initiate a magical combat. The magician slowly looked up, struck him a censoriuous glance, and replied: –"I am on my way to the Maclaud castle. You shouldn’t bother a peaceful pilgrim; least of all, assail him with dark powers"–. Milkad felt Zador’s strong presence and, convinced that the powers of the magician were stronger than his own, went away like a coward saying: – "This time I will allow you to trespass. But I do not want to see you again here"–, and flied away as slovenly as he had appeared, back to his realm of darkness. A tiny supernatural creature shyly showed up from behind a coloured mushroom. Her body was delicate and ethereal; her hair, curled, and had bright red lips. It was Gaspel, the fairie, whispering to attract Zador’s attention. Smiling, he bowed and praised her nice golden threaded gown with velvety petals, of an almost unreal beauty. The fairie told him that she was on her way to the party in a clearing in the forest when the wizard appeared and disturbed her. Though she tried to hide in an attempt to escape from him, he forced her to give him the flower essences. – "A party! What party?" –, Zador inquiried. – "The dew festival" –, Gaspel replied. – "Will you come with me?" – "No," – he said. – "As you know, if I hear the music of fairies I will feel an irrepressible impulse to dance, and fall in a deep sleep from which I will never wake up"–. The Magician could think of nothing but finding out the elements to come down to his work and meet Nemesis in the castle tower. So that the fairie would not be hurt by his denial, he told her: – "I will accept your invitation on some other occasion. Now I must find chinaberry tree roots and sagebrush leaves for a potion I am preparing. Will you help me?" –. Annoyed by his refusal and unwilling to help, Gaspel pointed towards a group of plants and gently slipped away in the air, convinced that she would soon come for Zador for another party. Surprised, the magician looked towards the fairie had indicated, and saw the plants he was looking for. He pulled up the roots, angry at his distraction and for the valuable time spent during his encounter with Milkad, and rose and floated back to this dwelling. Once there, he took the mortar and crushed the roots, looked for the
blue big bottle that contained the maximum vibrating water, and mixed the ingredients. He
did that like an automaton, as his thoughts were far away, in the Maclaud castle, where
his beloved was waiting for him to learn how to use the potion with clairvoyance powers.
The noise made by a glass that fell down as a result of his clumsy moves a Meanwhile, in the castle, young Nemesis was putting on a sensual gown to conquer Zador’s love. She would deceive him and rob him off his knowledge; but, more important, would seize the power staff and take hold of the book of spells, source of strength for the great magician. With the little knowledge she had acquired she planned to recite a charm to send Zador to the darkness land from where he would never return without the staff. She also intended to make a pact to reign in the forest with Milkad, with whom she dreamed of finding the Sardano Oracle and live for ever.
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| Chapter Two "The Serch" |
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| After a long night working, Zador was worn out.
Exhausted for the fatigue of many days, he yielded to sleep almost involuntarily resting
his head on the table. A warm sun beam was frisking on the crystal ball which, as if
watching over the magician’s rest, was placed by his side.
The alchemist was awakened by the song of a nightingale. Concerned about the time, he took the red leather bag where he carefully kept a box with ebony incrustations containing the materials he needed and a big bottle with the potion. He took the cloak from the old chair and, in a haste, got off as he called his horse Baal. The beast answered by whinning with pleasure at the sight of its master. Like a flash of lightning through the winding road, blowing clouds of white and sparkling dust, the shapes of rider and horse moved on at dawn towards the Castle. Far away in the tower, a guard wearing a heavy silver and glimmering Zador bowed to the watchman and entered without coming to a halt. When he reached the portcullis, all of a sudden he caught sight of a beautiful woman with deep black hair, as if the night was still caught in them. He stared at her. There was a sad and gloomy look in her face, she was awaiting him with fresh flowers in her hands. He dismounted from his horse like a warrior, and getting near to Egle, the slave, he asked her politely: —"Where is your lady?"—. With gentle and kind moves, the slave indicated him to follow her. They walked past a long and dark corridor covered in mistletoes that prevented sunlight from coming in until they reached the room where Nemesis, the apprentice, was. The magician had come to teach her the alchemy. The maid was sitting on an armchair, and bowed to her master with a steady and arrogant look. She invited him to share a green scented herb infusion. She ordered her slave to leave the flowers on the table, and serve Zador. With a very gentle and almost enrapturing voice, she asked the magician: —"Please, Great Master, do tell me some of your adventures before you start with the Magic.—" The master could not resist her requests and, while having the tea, he began his spoken account of "the search of the magical torch for the kingdom unity". — "A long, long time ago ... when I was much younger than
today, the lords of the castles were in bad terms with each other and waged ruthless wars
that impoverished the kingdom. To put an end to those fights, a king had to be chosen. He
must be one who could successfully pass a trial fixed by the Gods which consisted in
holding the hand on the truth flame without burning it. To prevent possible tricks, the
gods had said that the torch with the flame would be placed in a cave, insid I set out on the long and dangerous journey accompanied by a small group of brave soldiers who, on many occasions, were compelled to unsheath their swords to fight for the sake of the noble cause of unity. Long days had passed by before we reached the lake Esdra and sailed on a poor raft to reach the volcano sides—". Zador continued with his story, looking with affection into Nemesis’ eyes. She pretended to be interested in the story and to be shaken by the magician’s adventure. —"Once the cave was located, the group waited for me at the entrance, and I came in alone ... with caution... knowing what could be expected at the end of the cave where a strong red light could be seen far away. Not much time had elapsed before I found the four Minotaurs, with big heads and an ugliness unseen before. They attacked me, but I managed to jump to one side and up an outstanding rock by a quick reflex response. From there I cast a spell that froze the beasts: —‘DIMROD A SAL SAITSEB HO OLEIH ONRETE !!!—‘. Then, a bit calmed down, I continued the search of the torch. When I entered the illuminated deepness, on the bank of an incandescent and fuming river, I could see an altar carved in the rocks where the torch, made up of olive tree, was fixed in the center like a wedge. Without hesitating, I took it and headed for the exit. At that moment, I heard a frightening bursting. A flood of lava was running over quickly, incandescent, as if trying to convey some message to me. A shower of heated stones was falling on my way, closing the exit at lightning speed. I found a narrow crevice through which I could see a wooden bridge that crossed the big core of the volcano. With the help of a spell I could dematerialize myself to be able to go over the cave walls. Next to the bridge, I took bodily form again. I run along the bridge without hesitation. When I reached the other end I saw the mountain collapse mercilessly. Carrying the torch in my hand I managed to release from the trap, and met my soldiers again.—" —"How were you able to dematerialize yourself, master?"— asked Nemesis curiously. —"You shall know in due time", replied Zador, and resumed the story. —"While I was going across the lake on the raft, an army commanded by Milkad was awaiting me on the bank. The wizard’s intention was to get hold of the torch and destroy it so that discord could be settled in the kingdom for ever. Thus, he would benefit from the disagreements of the lords and increase his evil rule. We went ashore with no fear, and walked toward them. Amaranto was the first one to intercept us brandishing an ice axe. He was Milkad’s cruel officer. To protect my group, I hurled a gust of magical wind that knocked him down from his horse. A spell learnt from my great master Osmuld turned Milkad’s armies into trees. The wizard knelt down on my mercy, and swore that he would abide by the decision of the gods. Time pressed, I had to set out without further delay. That is why I decided to forgive Milkad and return to the castle with the magical torch for the trial. Némesis, touched by the story and in a gentle voice, thanked her master ... TO BE CONTINUED......
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Out
in the woods, on an Autumn night, the magician was moving slowly on the leaves, looking
for the fairies, inhabitants of iris, white lilies and violets, who could help him with
his alchemist job. He knew that it was time for them to go out for honey and sheep milk to
prepare their only food, the elixir.
nd rolled over the ground spilling its contents, brought him back to
reality. 
armor, and holding a bow in his
hand, descried the couple along the way, like ghosts inevitably bound for his fortress. As
they were approaching, he recognized the great magician Zador and his horse Baal.
He advised the guard and ordered to open the portcullis. The creaking sound of chains and
woods broke the silence of the castle yard as the drawbridge was lowered. 
e the Nari Volcano, guarded by Minotaurs and only a great magician would be
able to elude the jealous guards. All the candidates relied on my knowledge and powers and
sent me on the mission.