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

diving and ducking through the crowds of weapons. Sudo took in a deep breathe and blew out fire at the islanders. The people began to run and scream to the war king for help but no one came. Sudo sat the island on fire. Trees began to burn; houses and temples fell to the ground in ashes. “I want my island back!” roared Sudo, as puffs of smoke came out of his mouth. Sudo Stamped his feet on the ground and made the island crack again. This time many of the villages sank through the cracks in the ground, never to be seen again. The only thing that one could hear was the moans and cries of the people as fell into the abyss.
“I want my island back!” roared Sudo again, his cry echoing over and over again as he flew over the island.
The villagers became frightened and ran toward the temple of the war king. “I’m sorry,” one of the guards told them. “In order to call upon the war king,
a young girl has to sing a sweet melody.”
While the villagers continued to fight Sudo and Wisker, a few of the elders found a young girl and took her to serenade the king. “Come quickly,” they told a young girl with bushy hair whom they found carrying a wooden harp. “We need your help to awaken the war king.”
The elders took the young girl to the rock behind which the war king was known to be sleeping. “Now sing your very sweetest song,” they instructed her.
The little girl sang and sang and soon there was movement behind the rock. “Who dared to wake me up? Shouted the war king. Slowly from behind the rock came out a creature. A creature so frightening it is hard to imagine any being who would not have been frightened. The creature was big, bigger than big, with muscles upon muscles that moved when the creature moved. Its large hands and big head came from behind the rock. It had eyes the size of saucers, deep green in color. Its dark skin was adorned with jewelry which the islanders had made. The creature had big teeth and long fingernails that scraped against the rocks when it arose and stood straight.
The little girl stopped singing, dropped her musical instrument and ran away as fast as she could, leaving the elders to explain to the war king why he had been awakened.
The elders trembled in fear as they approached the creature. “If please your majesty, you are greatly needed,” began the eldest of the elders, his voice trembling in fear. “Wisker is back and he has awakened Sudo and both of them are taking over the island.”
Before the last words could leave the lips of the elders, the war king let out an angry roar and stomped his way out from behind the rock and out to the island.
“The war king is on his way!” shouted one of the villagers, and the others took up the cry. Wisker and Sudo looked at each other and took off to the skies to meet the war king.
“He certainly is on his way,” said Sudo. “Listen to the thundering of the clouds and the turbulent ocean waves.
The islanders began to hide. Some even buried themselves in the ground where they could not be seen. “Hurry, hurry,” they cried. “Danger is approaching and those who want to survive must get out of the way!”
The war king was ranting and raving all through the island. He went to the sea, pushing the waves out of his way. The villagers bowed down and praised the king as he stepped on the shore.
“Where are Sudo and his cowardly friend?” shouted the war king. All of the villagers began to point towards the mountain and the king went stomping his way to find Sudo and Wisker. The people of the island followed, cheering and clapping loudly for their war king.
“”You fools!” shouted Wisker angrily. “Being loyal to the war king when you should be loyal to Sudo, your true protector.”
Soon the war king began to smash trees and temples. He even began to run over his own people, killing them instantly as he stepped on them with his huge feet.
Sudo pranced from behind the large mountain with Wisker on his back. “This is my land and I am ordering you to get off,” shouted Sudo.
The war king laughed wickedly. His evil laugh bounced off the mountain and echoed all over the island. “You fool!” he bellowed. “You have been asleep for a long time. The island is no longer yours. This land is mine!”
Seeing that there would be no talking or negotiating, Sudo quickly jumped at the war king, knocking him to the ground. The earth began to tremble and people quickly moved out of the way. Without his wand and magical abilities, Wisker was of no use as far as giving battle was concerned but he encouraged his friend to fight, which in many ways was just as good.
The war king stumbled to the ground, knocking over temples, structures and destroying villages. Sudo quickly pounced on the king, knocking him back down each time he tried to get up. The war king managed to gather together enough energy to shoot balls of fire at Sudo.
Soon Sudo and Wisker were running for their lives, flying through the air, trying to avoid the fire balls. Many of the villagers joined in the battle, shooting their poisonous darts at Sudo, but his skin was so tough that the darts just bounced off. The war king mustered up his powers and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Temple tops open!” The tops of the temples that were still standing opened up and when they did, large flying discs came out and began to chase Sudo and Wisker all around the island. The discs were large and oval in diameter and made of nothing more or less than pure gold that glittered in the sun rays.
The discs seemed to communicate with each other as they tried to find ways to corner Wisker and Sudo, who swerved this way and that, trying to avoid the golden discs. The discs gave off a loud humming noise that caused the people of the island to drop their weapons and cover their ears.
Suddenly Sudo seemed to be hypnotized. He stopped swerving to avoid the flying disks and began to hover in mid air. “Wake up, wake up they’re coming,” cried Wisker, shaking Sudo as hard as he could by his long horns. After a few kicks and shakes, Sudo came back too, but by this time he was faced with more of the flying discs than ever before. “The chase is on,” cried Sudo. “Hold on tight!” He dived from the sky and over the body of ocean water. The discs were right on his tail. Back and forth they flew, with the discs following every move of Sudo. Soon Sudo flew through the temple openings, causing the discs to crash by the solar energy that the temples gave off. One by one the discs eventually destroyed themselves, leaving the island in one big fiery ball.
Smoke was everywhere. Villages were destroyed; temples and structures lay in rubbles. The war king was not happy at all and giving off a tremendous roar, he began to run after Sudo. Wisker, who had loosened his grip on Sudo’s horns when the last of the discs had crashed, fell off Sudo’s back and went tumbling to the ground, into the hands of the e angry villagers.
Sudo and the war king got into a wrestling match. One minute Sudo was on top and the next minute the war king. Wisker and the islanders watched as if mesmerized, none of them had ever seen such a battle. Finally the war king picked Sudo up and threw him into the air, causing him to land in the turbulent ocean. Sudo went bubbling down; there wasn’t anything that Wisker could do to save his old friend except to watch in horror as his friend got carried away by the ocean.
The war king turned to Wisker. “Bow down to me you fool!” he shouted. Even though he did not have his magic powers, Wisker was both stubborn and brave. “I may not have my magic wand with which to defend myself, but at least I do not have to act like a coward,” thought Wisker. He turned his back on the war king and gazed out over the sea.
The war king became angrier than ever. “I said bow down to me,” he roared, stomping around so that he and Wisker were face to face and giving Wisker the meanest, ugliest look with which he could come up. Once again Wisker turned his back.
“Put him in prison!” the war king ordered his loyal servants. “Take him to the seas of the alligators.”
Wisker stubbornly refused to move until he was poked in the side with a spear by one of the fighters, then he reluctantly gave up and headed towards his fate. “The longer I can stay alive the better,” he thought to himself. “There is still a chance that something will happen that will enable me to help Sudo.” Wisker looked back now and again, hoping for some sign that is friend Sudo was ok, but there was nothing. The waters became calm and the turbulent waves stopped crashing against the land.
The war king gave a big laugh and proceeded to turn around, his arms raised in victory. “I am the victor,” he cried triumphantly. “I am the victor as always!”
Suddenly there was a big splash. Out of the water came Sudo, stomping back to the island and catching everyone by surprise. Sudo and the war king began to fight again, and the villagers began to run, wanting to avoid getting trampled as the fight continued. Wisker pulled himself free. “That’s my pal!” shouted Wisker to Sudo.
“Temple tops open!” cried the war king once more. The roofs of the temples which were still standing opened up and out came a large herd of fling discs, shooting and passing through the crowds. The fire balls went all over the place, once again burning trees and destroying the island.
“Join me, you villagers,” cried Sudo. “I am your true king, one who will not use you as slaves but who will serve and protect you.” The villagers of the island began to give his words a second thought. Some of the elders began to remember stories they had heard in their early childhood of a true king who had ruled them wisely and well.
“Let’s listen to his words,” cried some of the elders. “What he is saying may be true. Perhaps he is our true king. Certainly he can’t be any worse than the slavery to which we are subjected now. Let’s follow him! It can’t be any worse than what we have now.”
The elders turned from the king who had once enslaved them. They stopped chasing Wisker and started fighting on the side of Sudo. Many of the villagers joined them