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

to the very oldest pointed their wands towards Jeronomo. In spite of the commotion and noise from the battle which was still going on, the wizards concentrated together to say a spell for Jeronomo. Their wands glowed and suddenly with all of the powerful force in the universe, a lady with butterfly wings emerged from the glow. A bright glow came from her body and the aura she brought with her was one of peacefulness.
None of the wizards knew who the lady was, but there was something about her that commanded respect and they all bowed to her, yielding their allegiance. The lady approached Jeronomo and sprinkled magical dust over his body. “The decision is now his,” she told the wizards. “If he truly wants to live, he will emerge from his deep sleep.”
Once again all of the wizards from the very youngest to the very oldest pointed their wands towards Jeronomo, sending their loving thoughts and caring into his brain, letting him know how much they loved him and wanted him to live. “Come on,” said Wisker to his old friend. “Come on and fight to wake up.” A tear fell from Wisker’s eye and rolled down his cheek and fell on Jeronomo as Wisker spoke.
As the powers of all the wizards came together once again, Jeronomo opened his eyes and gave a big smile. Wisker hugged his friend as he emerged from his state of sleep. “I’m so glad,” he told him, his voice quivering with emotion. “I’m so very, very glad.”
The mystical lady pulled out a large spiny plant and placed it on the wound on Jeronomo’s back. Suddenly the plant crawled into the wound on Jeronomo’s back and wound began to heal and close up.
“Thank you so very much,” said Jeronomo to the mystical lady. She smiled and with one blink of an eye she was gone and the light in which she had come slowly dimmed.
Meanwhile, Glendora was getting stung by the bees. She had been stung terribly all over her face, indeed her whole toad body was stung all over. Even her stings had stings.
Glendora was ready to give up. Leaving behind the magical wand and her army of imps, Glendora jumped into her elaborate chariot and took off. Right behind her was the army of bees. The wizards cheered as they watched the bees chase Glendora far away.
When Glendora’s men saw that they were abandoned by their mistress, they began to retreat, flying back up to the heavens, trying to get away.
“Not so fast,” shouted Jeronomo. He called upon his powers to form a shield to block the imps and monsters from escaping. A few were able to get away, but only a very few, the rest remained trapped in the underground city.
Jeronomo picked up the ancient wand and held it high over his head. Suddenly the wand flew out of Jeronomo’s hand and the monster and the imps and all that they had created were sucked back into the wand. with a display of fire works and colorful smoke that filled the air. Soon there was no monster or imp left to be seen. The wand flew back to Jeronomo. The wizards gasped as the wand began to melt itself to Jeronomo’s wand.
“Now the wand is even more powerful than before!” shouted Dougloff.
All of the wizards began to cheer as they saw that the one chosen to be the wizard above all wizards had been chosen.
Jeronomo pointed his wand toward the floor of the city. “Gribbledy, grombledy, ribbledy, rup! Floor of the city, open up!” he shouted. A tiny hole cracked open in the city floor, then the hole got bigger and bigger. “Bottomless ottomless,” he continued. He shook his wand and pointed it toward the hole and all the monsters and imps shot out of the wand and into the hole, condemned to fall forever. Some of the monsters tried to hold onto the edge of the hole, but with one mash of their fingers from Jeronomo’s sandals, the monsters went falling back into the abyss.
Loud cheers were heard all around the city. “Once again Jeronomo has saved his land from all the evils of the universe,” cheered the wizards.
“But there is so much damage done,” said one young wizard. “We’ve lost our homes, our city is destroyed.”
Wisker smiled. He pulled out his wand and started casting spells to repair homes and structures. “Ribbledy, robbledy, niggledy, nity, repair right now the wizard city!” he shouted. The streets were badly damaged, but with one lift of his wand, Wisker called upon the earth and the winds to pick up the debris and take it away. From the west, the strong wind blew, and then a twirl of dust ensued, the dust cloud got bigger and bigger until it formed a whirlwind. The whirlwind began to twirl through the city, picking up and removing all of the evidence of the destruction that had taken place just a short time before. Large stones shot passed the heads of those watching, seeming to narrowly miss, yet always missing. Crumbling houses were washed away by the whirl wind, falling trees and uprooted plant life was picked up and carried away. Within hours the city was well on its way to being clean.
“Now we must make sure this can never happen again,” shouted Dougloff.
All of the wizards combined their powers, from the very youngest to the very oldest. They began to cast a barrier around their cit. Spell after spell the wizards cast layers upon layers of sand to protect their city from future attacks. “Never again,” commanded Dougloff, as the sand flew into place. “Never again!”
After much fighting and much cleaning it was time for Wisker to move on. “I must go back to Mayfair and free my friends now,” he said.
“Be careful my friend, and if you ever need me, I am here, said Jeronomo. He tapped his wand against the tip of Wisker’s wand and rose colored smoke came out of both of them, twirled around to make one band of smoke and then was pulled back into the wands. “Your wand will call to mine if ever you need me,” he told Wisker. “They will always have a bond. Now I have one more gift for you.” He held up his wand and was silent for a moment. “With soft, strong feathers of every hue, I bring forth this bird, just for you.” Suddenly right before their eyes, a bird appeared. It took off dancing through the air, twirling and circling, right back at Wisker. It grew and grew until it was the size of a mud home. It had a long lack beak, ivory claws and piercing black eyes. The bird was so tall that Wisker had to use his wand to create a set of magical steps so t hat he could climb up on the bird.
The bird opened up his large wing span and gave them a few gentle flaps. “What a beautiful creature,” said Wisker to his friend. “Thank you so very, very much.”
Jeronomo smiled, “You are welcome and thank you for all that you have done,” Jeronomo reached up and gave the bird a gentle pat then stepped back out of the way. Wisker gave the bird a pat on the neck with the straps and up the bird flew. Dust was being spread all over the city from the bird’s powerful wings. Up, up and into the air the two went, waving their goodbyes from high above.
The other wizards on the ground began to clap and to send good thoughts Wisker’s way but as Wisker left he could not concentrate on happiness. “I have a feeling that I am just a little too late,” he thought. “All of my friends and family may be dead or imprisoned for life by the king” Through the air Wisker flew, holding onto his wand. As he looked down from the sky, all Wisker could see was destruction that Glendora and her army of imps had left on the world above where the Wizard World was hidden far below the desert flower. Trees were knocked down, vegetation and plant life were all destroyed, green slime covered the grounds and the odor from Glendora scented the air.
Wisker quickly covered his nose and held his breath as he passed over the destruction. Villages and towns were totally destroyed, lakes and streams were now infested, animals big and small would be destined to die from the lack of vegetation to eat and fresh water to drink. Wisker was in no way happy about what he was seeing. “I can’t leave things the way they are,” he thought. He pulled out his wand and summoned his powers of nature. The skies began to turn gray and the wind began to blow a turbulent air. The trees swayed back and forth and with one aim at the ground with his magical wand, the trees began to g row, fresh water seeped out of the mountain rocks, animals that were once skeletons began to live and to breathe again, their flesh slowly covering their bodies. The creatures gave off loud roars as they awakened from death and with one flick of his wand, Wisker scooped up all of the green slime that was left and threw it into a nearby volcano.
“There,” said Wisker with satisfaction. “I am happy to get something done for the land. But now I’m ready to go home and see what damage my land is in.” Wisker let out a sigh. “That will take awhile though, I had to travel many miles to see my friend, so there will be many miles back.”
Wisker was very fortunate though. The bird which he had been given was one of the most powerful and fastest birds there ever was. Through the air it flew, carrying Wisker at the speed of light. But there is one thing that magic cannot beat and that is time and it was going to be a while before Wisker reached his old land.
Over and under bridges, through and above magical forests they flew the powerful bird constantly moving. Wisker wanted to take good care of his new bird friend and do what was right for him. “Why don’t we stop and get some rest?” he suggested.
The bird obediently headed for a clear patch of ground. Wisker sat on a patch of grass under a tree and watched as his bird drank and ate the leaves off trees. Suddenly Wisker heard loud, creepy noises behind him. He kept his composure and stealthy slipped his wand out of its pocket and held it under a fold in his robe. He pretended not to hear, but he kept a close eye on what was creeping around in back of him.”Well,” he observed. “I can see that whatever it is is human like.” He watched as every once in a while the figure would dart behind a tree. He rubbed his thumb gently against his wand, receiving a gentle warm pressure in return which assured him that the wand too was aware of what was going on and was ready for any action which might need to be taken.
“Come