League of Extraordinary Robots, Yolanda Jackson [leveled readers TXT] 📗

no,” they bellowed. They knew that they were locked up for eternity, never to rule over a nation of people again.
Quickly in and quickly out the villagers ran, the temple began to sink back to the bottom of the sands. “Horary, horary,” cheered the villagers, jumping and clapping as the temple, holding those who had once held them in captivity, sunk under the sands and was soon out of sight. Once the temple was under the sands and out of sight, the island made a loud rumbling noise and then everything became calm. The ocean waves, the animals and even the people were now on one accord.
“Thank you so much, my long time friend, “said Sudo to Wisker. “Thank you so very, very much.”
“You are welcome, my friend,” answered Wisker. “Now I must be on my way. I still need to find Jeronomo.”
“First we need to throw a party in your honor,” Sudo insisted.
“I’m not really in the mood for much partying,” thought Wisker, but it will be nice to spend a little more time with my long time friend.”
Soon many of the villagers who had left the island were coming back. They were bringing gifts and presents for their leader Sudo. Many truly wanted to honor him but many others were trying to get in good with their ruler, one whom they had abandoned and neglected and who had just risked his life to save them.
Both being very wise, neither Sudo nor Wisker demanded anything from the people. “Just protect your homeland,” Sudo told them. “For now we will have festivals and dancing in the street. There are new temples to be built and Wisker’s portrait will be hung all through the island.”
“As soon as the festival is over, I must be on my way,” Wisker told Sudo. I have to save the people of Mayfair; many of them put t heir lives on the line for me.”
As the villagers were worshipping their new king, Sudo called one of the villagers to him. “I need you to go into the heavens and retrieve the lost wand of Wisker so that he can repair it,” he told him.
“I shall do as you wish, your majesty,” said the villager. Taking several of his friends with him, he ran to do his master’s bidding. They climbed and climbed up long trees until suddenly they came upon Wisker’s broken wand, just lying on a tree branch.
“Here it is master, just as you asked,” said the villager whom Sudo had sent after the wand.
“Thank you, my loyal friend,” answered Sudo. “Now go and enjoy the festival, we have much to celebrate.”
Sudo looked the wand over and then hid it until the festival was over and the two friends had time to be alone. The partying was done and many of the villagers had gone off to their huts. “Here is something which you will be needing,” he told Wisker. “Now go and save your people, and if you ever need me I will be here. Here is a secret hole; it will take you where you need to go”
Wisker climbed into the hole and Sudo gave him a push which sent him sliding, up, down, and all around, much like riding on a roller coaster. With a load scream, Wisker went whizzing through the tunnel. It seemed to be a long ride down, over rocks and through tree trunks, in circles that seemed to be there just because they could be.
Soon Wisker spun to a complete stop, He looked all around. The magic hole showed him several roads to choose from, but he saw a light shinning a ways away from him. down one of the roads. “Sudo wouldn’t have sent me this way if he hadn’t known it was right,” reflected Wisker. “I think I’ll follow that light and see where it takes me. If it doesn’t seem to be the right way, why I’ll turn around and come back and try another way.”
Soon Wisker came to a land as mystical as any he had ever seen. The land was made of pure white sand that glittered in the sun rays. There were very few trees around and very little water. “I have no idea where I am,” Wisker thought after he had walked a ways and met no one. I think I will go back to the magic hole and try another road.” He turned to go back and saw that the magic hole was closing up and there was no way to stop it.
“Blast!” said Wisker. He was so frustrated that he threw his wand down to the ground. The wand bounced back into his hands and a much older wizard appeared.
“Now that is no way to treat a wand,” said the older wizard.
Wisker was very much familiar with that voice and turned around and looked this way and that. As he looked up he saw his friend the great wizard Jeronomo. “Thank the heavens it is you,” shouted Wisker, as he ran to hug his friend. Jeronomo was an incredible sight indeed with his long white hair and beard, his big blue misty eyes and a three ring silver and gold halo around his head. He was very tall and slender. He wore an all white garment and leather boots. Beside Jeronomo stood his two loyal servants, two large black cats that could cloak and uncloak. Wisker kneeled at his friend’s feet. “You are the greatest wizard of all time,” he told him. “I must pay you homage. I am going to need your assistance if you can but find time to help me.”
“You are my friend, not my servant, get to your feet,” said Jeronomo, as he helped Wisker to stand. “Come with me, we will talk later.” Jeronomo took Wisker by the hand and flew him through the skies. Soon they stopped in the center of a small pond and Jeronomo commanded it to open. The water pealed back and soon the sand began to do the same, revealing the kingdom below.
Wisker was truly amazed. “I have never seen this before,” he said.
“The wizard world has been under attack and we have done what we can to hide from the eyes of evil men, like your King Alfred.”
Wisker felt very embarrassed. “I am not happy to be a representative of the king and his kingdom,” he told Jeronomo. “The king is not the man I once thought he was. He is selfish and wants things his own way. No one is allowed to leave the kingdom or to criticize any member of the royal family. He locks people in prison just because he feels like it. I was locked in prison for what was supposed to be the rest of my life. Many loyal friends risked their lives to rescue me and many are now imprisoned themselves as a result. That is why I am here.
I must get my wand repaired so that I can help to rescue the people of Mayfair. The king is a dictator and he is teaching his young son Prince Harry to be just like him.”
“Ah yes,” said Jeronomo, with a slight smile. “The boy is bit of a brat isn’t he?”
“I would say that is a very good description,” said Wisker.
The two friends landed in the kingdom below and it was even more spectacular than it had looked from above. There were numerous waterfalls, all in different arrays of colors. Every single citizen of the kingdom was of wizard descent. There were schools of magic, magic shops and a large magic academy. The wizard world was lit up with dazzling magic effects. Water danced in thin air and there were many suns and moons. Jeronomo saw the excitement that Wisker once had when he was a boy, the way that magic had once thrilled him. He also saw the sadness in Wisker’s eyes.
“So many things have changed. I am now becoming too old,” said Wisker.
Jeronomo laughed and ushered his friend to his home. “You can stay here with me for a while, since you no longer have a home here,” he told him.
Wisker looked about at the land that he had once loved and left behind. “So much has changed,” he thought to himself. He reminisced about the times when he was a young boy and always went to the small magic shop on the corner to the wizard Dougloff.
“Mr. Dougloff,” he would say, being especially polite as all the children in the wizard world were taught to be. “I have this much to spend today. You are the best at teaching all the young wizards how to develop their talents. What do you have to sell me for this much money?”
Jeronomo saw that Wisker was looking at Dougloff’s magic shop and gave a slight smile. He had known Wisker for a very long time and knew exactly what was going through his mind. “Go and check it out,” he told him. “I have some things to do, but I’ll be around when you come out.”
Wisker didn’t need this suggestion twice. He ran to the shop and burst through the doors, feeling very much like a small boy again. “It’s like nothing has changed, as if it has frozen in time,” said Wisker He wandered through the sop, and came across an old article about a gifted wizard named Wisker, who won the Wizardry award every year. Wisker ran his hands over the paper and then wiped the tears from his eyes. “This is my past,” he thought to himself. “I am still that wizard and I will help the people of the town of Mayfair and I will set them free.”
Suddenly out from a magic aisle out pop Dougloff. “He’s now old and a little frail, but he still has a lot left in him,” thought Wisker, as he ran to give his old teacher a big hug.
“Wisker, is that you, is it really you?” asked Dougloff.
“Yes indeed said Wisker. “It is really me and you are really you. A bit older but still very much the same wonderful Dougloff.” Suddenly Wisker found himself turned into a big green toad. “Hey what’s this for?” he mumbled, trying hard to make himself understood.
“That’s for making a mockery of the wizard world by using your powers to entertain a spoiled little prince amswered Dougloff sternly. He pointed his magic wand at Dougloff and flipped him up in the air, then set him to busily making summersaults around the table.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll never do it again, honest I won’t!” cried Wisker, knowing that what his old friend said was the truth. “Please Dougloff, I’ve had a strenuous time lately and I’m so lame and sore. Please don’t make me do this.”
Dougloff made Wisker do a few more summersaults and then some cartwheels and then turned him back to his normal self.
“See to it that you don’t ever do anything like that again,” he told Wisker sternly.
“No sir, I won’t,” said Wisker. “Honest I won’t.” The two wizards talked for awhile, feeling as if they could go on forever. They were