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

am the greatest! I am t he most powerful wizard ever in existence. I knew this was the right place, I knew it!”
All of the hole burrowers slithered down like snakes into the land of the wizards. All of the wizards from the youngest to the very oldest were on the ground, sending magic spells into the air, zapping and catching the hole burrowers as they came down.
There were thousands of them, multiples of thousands and they all began to invade the city at once.
“Don’t give up,” screamed Jeronomo. “We’re not going to be slaves of Glendora and her kingdom!” He thrust his wand high into the air. “Ibledy, ribbledy, kibbledy sleese,! Turn vines and trees into mighty beasts!” Suddenly all of the trees and the vines in Wizard World turned into large vegetation lion beasts, whom Jeronomo immediately commanded to go after all of the hole burrowers. The lion beasts went chasing and biting after the hole burrowers like some sort of creatures in the worse nightmare imaginable and began to choke the life out of them.
Whisker cast a pile more sand over the city to keep it covered, b but it did no good. Glendora was very well prepared. Se had brought her monsters on wagons that dig holes and ditches at the speed of light. She and Wisker fought one to one, every time a hole would be dug it would be covered by Wisker.
The diggers were well prepared and they could not be stopped by the wizards. “There are too many of them, they are everywhere!” screamed Abarombi. He cast a spell to turn a bright light in the eyes of the monsters and was immediately joined in the spell by other wizards, but invaders blocked the light out with the scales from their eyes.
“What kind of beasts are they?” asked Wisker to himself, but there was no time to think, only to fight, fight for their lives. Everyone had to move fast before their land as they knew it was destroyed.
Suddenly Wisker stepped forward and rose up in the air, surrounded by a golden light. He stretched out his wand and recited a spell an ancient curse that had not been heard for more years than any of us could ever calculate. The power that came out of the wand as the words were spoken was so astounding that everyone was taken aback. No one had ever felt such magical power during the life time of even the oldest wizard there.
Wisker’s wand summoned an army of large rats that came running tthrough the city with a thunderous sound. They were racing towards their free meal and when Glendora saw the herd of them she let out a scream of horror so terrible that we can’t even imagine what it must have sounded like. She ran back and climbed into the chariot in which she had ridden, but the rats followed her, clawing and biting on her skin. “No, no!” she screamed, trying to force the rats away but they kept coming, each with a veracious appetite.
Glendora had had enough. She managed to summon in more warriors. Her men came flying through the air into the magical city. Some flew riding on the backs of bats, others had their own wings. There were thousands, millions, billions of them; too many to be stopped but the wizards never gave up. One by one they cast spells, sending large bats into the sky to eat the men as they emerged and one by one the large bats swallowed up monsters and men as they fell from the skies.
Glendora, still fighting off the large rats, managed to reach to the back of her chariot and grab the ancient wand, the oldest one known to be in existence. She popped open the box in which it was kept and suddenly a gloomy light filled the sky.
“Oh no, she has the ancient wand!” cried Jeronomo. Fearing the worst, Jeronomo started trying to usher some of the very youngest and the very oldest people of Wizard World out of the land to a safe haven. “Through here, through here,” he told them, holding up his magic ring. “You can live to fight another day.”
But the people refused to go. “We may not be able to do much,” said one young wizard not quite six years old bravely. “But we can all do something and all of us added together are a mighty power.”
Glendora and her men floated down into the city on a green mist, hovering just above the heads of the wizards. “I am your god now, bow to me!” she ordered them, holding the ancient wand skyward. When none of the wizards obeyed her, she sent out a green mist that swirled around the people of the city and then burst into a big ball of flames. Soon out of the flames came ten little elves. The elves were all dressed in white robes. Their eyes were slanted and each elf had a star above his or her head. The stars glowed and the wizards could feel the ground of the city trembling beneath their feet.
“Who dared to awaken us?” asked the elves.
“I did!” thundered Glendora. “I am your ruler. Now attack this city and make these people fall to their knees to worship me,”
But it was not as easy as Glendora had assumed. The elves were more powerful than any magical creatures with whom Glendora had ever dealt and they were not about to take orders from Glendora.
“How did a weak creature like you ever get possession of that wand?” roared one of the elves. He pointed his finger at the chariot belonging to Glendora and suddenly it was nothing more than a ball of flames. “You don’t know how to work the wand and furthermore you have no right to have it in your possession. That wand is supposed to be used only for good and you have attempted to use it for evil.”
Glendora became very upset. “Sic them, get them,” she ordered her attack dogs, but with one point of his finger, one of the elves turned the dogs into cute, fluffy little bunny rabbits.
“You are not one called to rule the universe,” roared one of the elves. He pointed his finger towards Glendora and pinned her by the back of her robe to a nearby cloud.
Then the elves turned their attention to the ball of fire. “Come forth,” commanded the elf who had clearly shown himself to be in charge. Suddenly the city began to shake and the buildings started to crack, some even discentigrated right before everyone’s eyes. The sky thundered and raindrops fell. Jeronomo and Wisker stood side by side to witness what was about to happen. Suddenly one big hand came out of the ball of fire, a monstrous hand, with spines protruding out of it. The hand had green scaly skin and yellow unmanicured nails. Next came feet and then the body and soon a humongous giant fell from the ball of fire. The beast began to roar and was on a rampage, swinging its large club all over the place, this way, that way and then back again. It’s head and face had the same set of spines protruding as did the hand and every time the giant roared, the spines would shoot off into many directions. One spine even shot Glendora in the buttocks.
Jeronomo heard a small giggle and glancing out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small boy wizard, about six years old, whose wand was giving off some rainbow sparks which clearly showed that it had just been used. “I think that spine had a little help with its aim,” he thought to himself.”
Glendora let out a loud angry bellow and sent her men to stop the beast, but the ten elves just stood patiently and watched. “You can take care of them Ibo,” one of them told the beast calmly.
The beast began to run through Glendora’s crowd of imps, hitting them with his large club. Glendora’s imps flew through the air and into the abyss, they had had enough. They knew when they were defeated and they were not about to stay there to be beat up any more. Besides, none of them had fought out of loyalty to Glendora, she had used her magic and her power to force them to fight for her and they were glad to see her getting what she deserved.
“You fools, come back here and fight harder,” screamed Glendora, as she pulled out some sort of a firing device from a large pocket in her robe.
When Jeronomo saw what she was about to do, he turned himself into a large bird and flew up to Glendora and began to throw magical beams of spells from his wand at her. The first few times, Jeronomo missed, Glendora was moving fast and zigging and zagging as she went, but the next few times Jeronomo zapped her with a magical spell, turning the oh so powerful Glendora into a large toad that came falling down from the sky.
Jeronomo swooped down and caught her in his tall wizard hat before she hit the ground. “I’d like to let her fall to her demise, but I know it wouldn’t be the right thing to do,” he thought to himself.
Rather than feeling any sort of gratitude to Jeronomo for saving her life, Glendora crawled out of his hat, conjured up a dagger, and stabbed him over and over again.
The blood gushed out and fell to the ground. “No!!” screamed the other wizards as they looked on in horror as Glendora seemed to have taken the life of their leader. “Quickly,” ordered Dougloff. He held up his wand and began sending healing spells into Jeronomo’s body. Many of the others did the same thing, while others held up their wands and sent swarms of bees to attack Glendora, keeping her from interfering with the healing process.
Since the wizards didn’t do anything half way, the bees came by the thousands and began to attack Glendora.
“No, go away!” screamed Glendora, Jeronomo completely forgotten for the moment. She distorted her toad face to scare the bees away, but it didn’t work, they stung her millions of times, to the point where she had so many stings it would have been impossible to tell if her face were distorted or not.
As this was going on, Wisker used his wand to catch his falling friend into a soft floating blanket. Once the blanket came to the ground, Wisker saw that it was saturated in blood and Jeronomo was hardly breathing. Blood flowed from Jeronomo’s lips as he struggled to whisper to Wisker. “Get the ancient wand. Never let it fall into the wrong hands again.”
“We’ll do our very best,” promised Wisker. “But you must do your best too. You must hold on, all of the wizards are gathering togather to cast a spell of awakening.”
“Too late,” murmered Jeronomo. “Too late.”
“You mustn’t say that,” Wisker told him. “We can try, but you must do your part and try also.”
The wizards from the very youngest