AUTHOR - RUSHI
BOOK - BRITANNIA
CHAPTER - 11
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The witch reached the hall, the threshold seemed same, there is no blood there, the witch said to herself in a very low voice that none other than her could hear, “the boss is such a stupid, this dark lord has no heights to be a leader, this is vexing me a lot, this is a non-sense, that wicked pepper potato has left the place without dropping some blood or flesh, this is very dangerous, this is risky, the good spirits, the angels, the demigods may enter in if the entrance is naked, we must put some blood and yummy flesh on it, then only the evil essence will guard the entrance, oh, stupid boss, thou art not enough matured to be a master!”
Saying though, the witch drops her things at the spot and strode up to the place, she could smell blood and tasty flesh, she peeped down into a shelf and there was bucket filled with red blood, and a plate with red, blood flowing flesh and rotten intestines. And holds the intestines, she couldn‟t control herself; she sucked a tube of bowel as though noodles, very tasty and yummy.
She walked to the threshold and began to pour blood aligning to it like a border she drew the blood at the ends of the threshold. The blood immediately glowed and she drew some meat and bowels on the doors, she thought now everything is right!
She strode beyond the threshold and there was a statue leaning on the ground. “oh my restless foolish peanut, this master is useless, the statue is fallen” whispered she. The witch walked to the idol, and lifted it up and made it to settle on its seat after a huge struggle.
It‟s the idol of Herman, the wind demon, who fought with the great hero Loyola, the wind devil has dragon wings sprouting out from his spine and the idol is of the demon killing Dandruff, the daughter of Loyola. The idol is at a position in which the demon stood nude and having abs and strong biceps like a classical roman god idol and with his right hand he was projecting his arrow weapon towards Dandruff as she refused to leave her honour for his comfort and she was leaning on his right hand.
The hall of fire is the residence of the witch where she used invokes spells and devils; it is collection of more than 340 idols, art, painting, craft and architectures that are constructed during the first age of Phantasia. Most rare and precious masterpieces built by the demons in the past.
The witch admired these all and strode towards her vessel which was kept on the hearth, it had some magic potion burning in it, and she could smell magic evaporating from it. The witch then remembered that she let slipped the basket and the mirror near the threshold. She slapped her forehead thinking what a kind of stupid I am!
She again strode till the threshold and picked up the things and gets in,
She reads the book of ordeal, she found that only one mushroom is enough, and picked up a mushroom, and in front of her were various tools used to extract medicines from herbs, she lifted up a medicines crusher, it is so heavy that she had to carry it bending her hip downwards and walked slowly towards the table. The table is a yard away from her, she felt her spine is going to crack if she strained it further, and her breathe is hard, and her heart banged.
She tried to reach the table, but the heavy iron mortar is dragging her towards the ground, She sensed the sweat formed over her palms are loosening her tight grip, then she felt the mortar slowly began to loose from her grip. Then boom.., the mortar slipped from her hands and fallen on her foot, with a thud, she felt the cracking of her bones and severe agony, she cried yelling, aghhhh!
Then wiped her tears and lifted up the mortar from her foot after a huge struggle, she tore a piece from her scarf and wiped the blood flowing from the fracture, then she tied it around it and placed the mortar on the table, then she threw a mushroom into it, she took one crusher and crushed the mushrooms, expressing all of her rage on it.
Thence she took the mortar extracts and added it to the boiling potion, the potion immediately turned purple; she smelt the magic heavier now
She took the book and reads, the book asked her hair, she pricked a strand from her hair and added to it, the potion turned grey, she peered into the book, it asked her for nails, she broke her thumb finger‟s nail and powdered it and sprinkled it into the potion, now, the potion turned to green. The book now asked for a skeleton, she rubbed her head, she thought who the pee penned this book? Why a skeleton needed now?
She projected up a wand and recited a spell, and tapped her wand on the ground thirteen times, and then again recited the spell and tapped the ground; she did the same thing twenty times, eventually!
There was a light emitting from the end of the wand, suddenly there summoned a skeleton, alive, glad and dancing, she called “hey thou, come and jump into this boiling potion!”
The skeleton ran to her, grabbed her hands and danced! This enraged the witch, she gave a sharp blow on the skeleton and it scattered into several pieces, she collected each and powdered it in the mortar and sprinkled the skeleton powder into the boiling potion!
Now the potion is glowing in the yellow colour, she thought the devil is going to come out, she glad and celebrated it dancing, la La lal ah..., but alas!, the place seemed hotter, the witch noticed that the potion is glowing very high that the vessel is melted, now, an huge explosion !
The witch cried that her attempts have failed, “hasten not, thou mystic lady!” said the voice from roof...
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