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

work,” he whispered, just in case the King wants to check them, the rest will all be faulty.”
That night while the king and queen and of course little Princess Cilla lay in their comfortable beds, the villagers on the left side of the Land of Mayfree worked away making chariots, boats and more, while on the right side of the village, villagers worked making weapons, most of which were made not to work.
Sparks and flames were coming from all around the village, making it look like an industrial city.
The queen was beside herself. The more she worried about Prince Harry, the nastier and meaner she got to other people. “If I have to suffer, then they too can suffer,” she said to herself. She rarely ate or slept, she just walked around the castle hitting and kicking the servants and putting anyone in jail who didn’t do what she said the instant she said it if not before.
The people hated the queen, which is a sad thing to have to say, and the only person who could truly be said to love her was her little spoiled daughter, Princess Cilla. Queen Jaslilne kept Princess Cilla right with her as much as she could. She was very much afraid that Princess Cilla would be kidnapped also, so she kept her under close watch.
Late at night, the queen would come down to the workers’ site demand more work than ever from them. “Sharpen those knives more,” she would demand or “Soak the tips of those arrows in more poison.”
“Yes your majesty,” was all that was heard coming from the people, no one wanted to upset her. One day one of the soldiers made a poor choice in the way he responded to the queen. Instead of just agreeing with her, whether he intended to obey or not, the soldier tried to explain that doing as she ordered would cause more harm than good.. “If we put more poison on the tip of the arrow it will kill the person using it, your majesty,” he explained.
The queen couldn’t possibly have cared less. She picked up the poison arrow and stuck it into the soldier’s hands and walked off. “Don’t any one touch him,” she ordered as she left.
The people were horribly afraid. They didn’t have the power or the bravery to go up against the queen and so, not knowing what else to do , they stood by, helpless and hopeless while the young soldier died.
Within seconds of having had the arrow thrust into his hands, the young soldier fell to the flower and began foaming at t he south. Soon his eyes rolled back into his head and he was dead.
Many of the people prayed silently in their hearts, then took the young soldier’s lifeless body away.
, “Now let that be a lesson to you,” said Drummer to his men. But even drummer had to feel some sort of remorse, right? Well no. You see Drummer had become so happy and proud that the king had made him the ruler of so many men, that he had begun to become cold in the heart.
“Drummer has become just like the queen now,” some of the people whispered to each other. “He’s not only bossing people around, but he’s making them work harder and harder as time goes by.”
As Drummer sucked up to the king and especially to the queen, his men were slowly and silently turning against him. “We’ll wage a war against Drummer once we are out in the battlefield and take over our own troups,” they told each other. “Then we’ll do what is best for ourselves and the people of the Land of Mayfair.”
Word was passed to the villagers to make more fake weapons when Drummer’s back was turned and when those soldiers who were loyal to him were taking their turns to sleep.
“Think how funny the King and Queen and the army of the Land of Mayfair will be fighting with fake weapons, like the dull knives, daggers and swords or the fake poisonous arrow tips that are supposed to be dipped in poison but have been dipped in red dye instead,” whispered the Court Jester. “And the large chariots that fall apart. Many of the carpenters have made wooden wheels that will come apart at the slightest turn.”
When Drummer and his men came by to check on them, the villagers pretended to be hard at work. They would wipe the sweat from t heir brows or tried their best to look tired and weary.
Soon the king became suspicious. “I don’t know what is wrong,” he told Queen Jasline. “But something just isn’t right.”
The king summoned his friend Glendora and told her that he wanted her to take her men and fight side by side with his own. Glendora was of two minds when it came to this. “I am so busy trying to destroy worlds that I really don’t want to get involved with the king’s petty affairs,” she said to herself. “But on the other hand, I want to pay Wisker back for what he and Jeronomo did to me.” She thought long and hard about this. “There is one special bonus feature that the king offered me,” she thought. “He has promised to help me conquer and to turn over to me the World of the Bots. With the World of the Bots, I will be even more powerful than what I am right now.”
“Well, why haven’t you taken over any worlds?” Glendora asked the king.
“I don’t have an army as powerful as yours and I am unskilled in dealing with other planets,” said King Arthur.
This compliment made Glendora’s ego grow bigger and bigger and soon she was on a super ego trip. “Yes, I am good,” she told the king.
When King Alfred didn’t agree with her fast enough, Glendora gave him an evil and suspicious look. She reached over and grabbed the king by t he front of his royal robe and picked him right up in the air, something no one else in the whole universe, maybe not even the queen, would have dared to do. “If anything goes wrong, I will destroy you,” she hissed.
“Nothing will go wrong. You have my word. I will not betray you,” quavered the king.
Glendora let the king down slowly and cracked a wide grin. “You are not a king, you are a coward,” she told him as she walked off laughing. “I will send my monsters by in the morning.”
As soon as Glendora had left, Queen Jaslinle who had been hiding at the top of the spiral stair case and listening to every word, came hurrying down. “As soon as Wisker is captured and we have our son back I want Glendora killed,” she demanded.
King Alfred smiled. “That is what I have been planning all along, my dear.” He told her. “Glendora came into our land and began ruling with an iron fist. He even began to rule over our royal family. At this point, I am in no way as powerful as Glendora and I need her to help to eliminate my enemies, but then, when they are eliminated, I will kill her. I want to get back at Glendora for making me look like a weak ruler and embarrassing me greatly.”
The king patted the queen on the arm. “I like being a king and ruling over people,” he confided. “I don’t want our people to leave the Land of Mayfair. I don’t want them to see other worlds. They might decide to take up residence somewhere else and then I would no longer be a powerful ruler. Once Wisker and our son are back in the Land of Mayfair, I will destroy the Land of Bots and then I will destroy Wisker and Glendora once and for all. Then all the people of the Land of Mayfair will be afraid to leave and will think twice before they betray the king.” The king’s eyes took on a mean and avarice look. ”Soon I will not only rule over the Land of Mayfair but I will also take over where Glendora has left off. All the world’s that she has conquered will now belong to me.”
King Alfred grinned widely as he could see his plans coming together. As the following days went by, through the magical woods came many monsters from afar. The monsters were large and extremely tall. They were savages, knocking over trees and destroying the forest. The forest animals began to run and scatter, as they tried to get away from the horrific monsters.
There were many hideous monsters, unlike anything we could imagine in our wildest dreams. There was the tall, dark skinned monster, who was seven feet tall and had golden rings t hat circled his entire body form head to toe. There was not one part of his body that was not covered with the rings and as the monster moved, his rings chimed, causing a loud sonic wave to pass through the woods, blowing everything and anything out of his way. The chiming of the rings blew away trees, plants, shrubs and even dirt debris and up in the air, the monster’s arms and legs were so long that it could stretch out its arms for miles.
Coming in behind the tall, dark skinned monster was a large group of hog like monsters. They began to snort and blow smoke out of their nostrils. They had large rings in their noses and ear lobes. Their bodies were covered with muscles and they had ivory horns that protruded from their heads. They were dressed as if they were already at war. Many of them had iron suits and armor, large silver and gold shields. The hog monsters marched on their bare feet through the woods with their large callused feet that stomped everything in their path.
Behind the hog monsters were thousands of little elves. Now these weren’t your average elves, who are usually very friendly. These creatures were demon looking, with their red skins, black eyes and large red wings that spanned for many feet when they opened them. Their long fangs hung over their little slanted lips and their pointy ears made great listening devices. Even though these creatures were tiny, they were very powerful, with their wings and their tremendous speed.
Behind the elves came the humans of Glendora, the ones she had modified. All the humans in Glendora’s army were imbedded with some type of species. A few of the men had black stones burned into their skin and soon the skin had grown and stuck onto the black stones, leaving the men deformed and grotest looking, with stones protruding from all over their bodies. Many of the men seemed to be weighed down from the growing stones, but these men had a purpose; they were used to bolt t heir way through villages and forests, crushing anything and everything in sight.
Next there were thousands of men with red ants covering t heir bodies. The ants had made nests inside and onto the men’s skin. They multiplied by the thousands. There were so many on the men that the men’s appearances could not be seen. Their abilities were used to torture and poison their captives.
Behind them were