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Wardance vs Dr.Ogoon wizard of iron

Wardance discovers that his former mentor has fallen to dark magic and has hired The Doctrine to take Deadly Blades hostage. Setting up a series of tests for Wardance to lure him back to darkness

To my dear young Jamal,

If you indeed are reading this electronic message then I must tell you that it truly saddens me that we do not see eye to eye on the subject of Magic. It has only been a decade since you have come into your ability to use Magic. You have not cultivated the proper understanding of the mathematics that make up the many equations that are the foundation for the SCIENCE of magic. Yes my son magic is a science. Your youthful perception of the science has always been one caught in the currents of mystical nature. In reality my child ….there is NOTHING mystical about magic at all.

As I have taught you…..

Magic is a misunderstood science that dates back trillions of ages before so called modern man was even a thought in the cosmos. I have dedicated over 30 years to the proper study of this long forgotten science as well as its many disciplines and skills. My tribal lineage has raised me with a firm understanding of the PREHUMAN origins of Magic. For the last decade I have tirelessly merged so called modern science with True Magic ( Mage Work). The results have been phenomenal to say the least once it is completely comprehended that true magic does not worship spirits but in reality it is the key to commanding said spirits. The various spirits of our fathers’ land of what is now called West Africa are now employed by me. They are the builders and constructors of the most advanced algorithms, interactive software and other technologies that this world will ever see. Ogoon Technologies the enterprise of my founding shall serve as a beacon of light for not only West Africa or even Earth for that matter but to the universe itself.

you will always be a son to me Jamal. I swore to your father that I will always treat you as a son. Please my child don’t get in my way of bringing balance to this biosphere wrongfully called Earth. A war between us is the last thing I could ever imagine or fathom. It was me that showed you your power when the Matriarch took you. Never forget it was the Matriarch of Darkness that slew your father and sacrificed your former Lover making her no more than another demon to be vanished. The daughter of Ho Fu Wei is living proof that Magic has replaced her for you. Although, she nor you will admit it is true. So why would you suffer if the one that was replaced is to be vanished?! For she is now one of the four demons that you must face and conquer….not me! How can you even think to go against that which has taken you from the pits of darkness to a throne of your very own within the records of The Blood Mages.

Sincerely Dr. Ogoon

CHAPTER ONE

As a thunderstorm shrouds the alley of the old Hyde warehouse and the Hyde apartment building. Wardance stands on the rooftop of the warehouse reading the electronic message sent from his former mentor Dr. Ogoon on his left gauntlet. As Wardance nears the end of the message he squats on the rooftop as his attention zeroes in on Dr. Ogoon’s words. As the supernatural hero completes the message he closes his eyes takes a deep breath sighing in frustration he looks back down to his left gauntlet opens his eyes and slowly moves his right hand over his the control pad of his left gauntlet.

Wardance closes the encrypted message sent by Dr. Ogoon. Although Rachel became a demon because she committed scuicide, she only did it because she was raped. Dr. Ogoon the man Wardance once called a mentor now seeks to vanish the demon that Rachel has become.

Wardance thought to himself…”I cant let this happen even though I agree with the old man’s Theology his methods are fucked”

Squatting down on the roof of the wherehouse hideout of his loyal band of magic wielding misfits ( The forgotten sons*). His Cape flowing in the wind of the storm Wardance stands….as he does he his eyes begin to glow with a golden flame, his hand glow with green ether. He mentally calls Shongo his enchanted sword forged from the axe of his Prehuman ancestor. As the sword answers the call flying to Wardance’s right hand …he grips the sword by the hilt. At that moment lightning erupting from the sword’s blade summons a green cloud above Wardance the lightning pulls Wardance into the cloud, as it does the cloud dissipate. the storm then ceased leaving only a thin green and purple vapor behind.

Meanwhile at Dr. Ogoons stronghold compound in South Africa, watching the many monitors in his throne room, through the lenses of his iron mask Dr.Ogoon is tracking the movement of Wardance

” My child you have always been impulsive…always moving before thinking ” Dr.Ogoon utters in a grimm low and mechanical tone voice.

Taking in a deep breath then releasing it as if in disappointmented the now cybernetic tyrant let’s a sigh . The combination of electronic and organic vocal pitch echoes throughout the dark chambers of Dr. Ogoon’s throne room. The tyrant looks to his right arm rest of his throne lifting his cybernetic right index finger then presses the communication button

“Unleash the hellhounds Mr. Doctrine. ..the subject is in teleport…his travel patterns show that he is headed to the field of nightmares. I don’t want him killed only stalled” Ogoon shouts in a cold mechanical voice

“Yes master Ogoon heard and understood ” replies a dark male voice emitting from the speaker of Ogoon’s arm rest

Ogoon sits back on his throne folding his hands together. His organic left hand caresses his cybernetic right hand.

“you dare defend a woman that has chosen death rather than you..It was her desicion to become a demon yet you wage war with me in her defense ” grumbles Dr. Ogoon

“No matter my child you will soon understand the error of you thinking …all I do is to make you stronger in power. Unfortunately you can not increase your power by being emotionally WEAK! ” as Ogoon utters his words he unfolds his hands, forming his left organic hand into a fist. As he does his left organic hand begins to emit lightning. The throne room monitors begin to spark and fall to the ground.

MEANWHILE

AT GUTHERS CASTLE on the hills of Scotland…..standing in the west wing tower is The fallen wizard known as the Doctrine. Looking over the west garden. Littered with graves of sacrificed criminals and enemies that stood in The Doctrine’s way on his path of conquest.

” Ogoon is far to lenient on the young blood mage” The Doctrine thinks to himself stroking his long white and grey beard with his pale left hand. The jewels on the rings that decorated his fingers sparked as his finger moved. One by one the fingernails of each finger grew into claws and the retracted as they moved through his thick and aged beard.

” The old fool is willing to lay waste to a field of precious corpses that took a century to acquire ” The necromancer thought to himself

“The blood mage will easily do away with them …even if I raise them as gargoyles. The Doctrine continues thinking to himself

“Wardance was a reaper for the werewolves for almost two decades he knows their weaknesses…so why would ..” The fallen wizard of necromancy stops his thought as another approaches the front of his mind ” No..its almost as if Old Ogoon seeks to test the young Blood Mage giving a series of trials to test his abilities…no matter I don’t know what Ogoon has done to bring the blood mage here but this will be a performance worth watching and if he reaches this castle will surely have my amusement. ..don’t worry Ogoon I won’t kill your precious Wardance I’m going to break him just like you and that pathetic pack of witches you took him from.” Closing his thoughts as a storm brews over the West Garden The Doctrine’s attention returns to looking out the window. At the same time a thin green mist hovers over the field of nightmares. The mist gathers at the center of the garden a few hundred feet above the ground yet lower that tower from which The Doctrine is looking from. As mist gathers into clouds bursting with lightning. As one of the bolt strikes the ground a shadowy figure standing in the center of the garden with a red cloak flowing in the rain and wind of the storm.

” The blood Mage I presume ” The Doctrine utters to himself while still stroking his beard. As the words whisper from his wrinkled lips …a crystal ball on the table near the Doctrine let’s out a sonic tone. In response The Doctrine waves his jewelry decorated left hand. One instant later the voice of Dr.Ogoon begins to speak

” Unleash the graves of the south gate” Denands Ogoon. Slightly feeling insulted being a subject to one he views less than himself The Doctrine replies “As you wish” not knowing that Ogoon could sense the contempt of his authority Ogoon says boldly

“We shall speak when this is over necromancer” Ogoon abruptly ends his clairvoyant broadcast.

Brushing Ogoon’s closing statement aside The Doctrine raises both of his hands, closes his eyes and begins to cast his spell to raise the corpses of the south gate and begin the process of changing them into The werewolves of flesh and bone those that survive this battle will be turned to stone and preserved on the garden gates for later use .

Fighting off the lower emotions Wardance begins to return to his normal form. Fallen to his knees and dreadfully weakened looks up and sees the lamp containing the demon spirit of his former lover Rachel. Digging deep within himself Wardance crawls his way to the rubble. Slowly regaining a little more strength as the missing factor began healing him, the battle damaged hero painfully begins to stand up and limbs towards the lamp. Once reaching the lamp Wardance picks up the lamps from the rubble of broken stone. Enchanting his right hand with all the heart energy he could summon places a redemption spell on top of the lamp. He then uses his right hand to open the relic and the demon spirit of Rachel rises going through the layer of spell work place over her former prison. As Rachel rises through the spell her form goes from demon to nature spirit. At this same instance the spell ignites covering the entire west wing garden.

The souls the stained werewolves emerge from the decapitated corpses of the flesh demons.

standing over the garden on top of a statue is Deadly Blades witnessing the event. She jumps down as runs to Wardance’s side. Wardance raises his right arm and embraces her. As Deadly Blades wrapped her arms around Wardance’s torso the two look up they watched the redeemed souls make their way towards the setting sun.

EPILOGUE

Kali’s field of nightmares. ..

As Wardance looks behind him hears another roar this one shook the ground beneath his feet.

” That sword is the Mark of a very special unmarked grave Wardance” Taunts Dr. Ogoons voice as projecting from a crystal being held by a Gargoyle statue standing in front of the sword Thrusted in stone.

a hand bursting from the ground however unlike the graves before this hand not only remained mortal it the wrists neared a gauntlet similar to those upon Wardance, but these worn by the arm emerging from the soil . What appears to be man looking similar to Wardance but in all black with white hair yet from other than the color of his hair looks the same age as Wardance.

“Meet your ancestor. …the beloved KING SHAMBALLAH!!! ” Screams Ogoon’s voice from the nearby crystals.

TO BE CONTINUED AT …WWW.KingShamballah.com