Epics of Ghulu - Magik
In the land of Ghulu, all residents practice the same rare art form; magic. Sharashla was the
mightiest and most powerful wizard in all of the land. She could move buildings with the flick of
her wrists. Even the oceans bowed to her mighty power. Although she was very strong, the
citizens of Ghulu respected Sharashla and let her rule in order to protect their lands from the
Not all of the gods are angry however. Archimus, the god of all gods has built an army to
descend upon the magic kingdom. With his power, combined with that of the other gods,
Archimus sent powerful storms and destructive earthquakes to punish the land of Ghulu. The
gods are upset because they believe the humans have forgotten them. The humans used to
pray for salvation. The gods blessed them with magical powers. Since then, the people have
become unresponsive and neglectful to the gods. Their independence has made them greedy.
“Why pray for something that you can just make appear all by yourself?” the humans thought.
Sharashla could watch her people be oppressed no longer. She sacrificed her physical form to
create a barrier around the entire continent of Ghulu. This barrier was placed to keep the gods
out of the land, keeping them at bay for a century. The seal on the barrier is breaking and the
land seeks a hero to rise against the gods and defeat them. To determine the best-fit wizard,
one must participate and win in the skills tournament to be held next Wednesday at the
The Coliseum - Part 1
Axle walked down the narrow pathway into the Coliseum. He was blinded by the harsh rays of
the sun beating down on him. He looked all around him, at the hundreds and thousands of
wizards all waiting for him to emerge from the gates. A voice spoke from the intercom above:
“Ladies and gentlemen! Presenting our seventh competitor, from the southern deserts of Ghulu…
The crowd began cheering anew. Axle was no legendary fighter, but his skills were known
across the land. He fought with a unique style using the elements as his advantage. While other
wizards may use disability and shape shifting spells, Axle was more of a fire and ice kind of guy.
He joined the six other competitors already introduced on the stage in the middle of the ring. He
stood beside a tall and very handsome man by the name of Michael Charm. He had shining
golden locks and carried a blue rose with him wherever he went. He smirked at Axle: “Good luck
child.” he snarled. Just then, the intercom spoke again:
“Now! Get ready for the one, the only, the beautifully talented Lady Macabre!!!”
The crowd stood jaws dropped in awe. Lady Macabre was the most beautiful woman
imaginable. Her long black hair and bold eyes pierced through your gaze and made your knees
shudder. She wore a long black dress that sort of frayed at the bottom with a signature witch hat
to cover her head. She strutted slowly to the stage as if to replicate a catwalk, then tossed her
hat into the crowd. A large man in the front row caught it and before he could enjoy the moment,
he was turned to stone. Lady Macabre let out a little chuckle and danced her way onto the
She approached Axle and Michael. “My friends just call me Lady.” she said flirtatiously. Axle
could simply reply “Gunh!” and Michael fell to the ground. Both struck by one act of lust, Lady
knew she had a clear advantage in this tournament.
“Ugh, boys” the fifth contestant barked as she rolled her eyes sarcastically. Contestant number
five was named Allie Grove. Axle knew her from the magazines. Allie was a shape-shifter and a
darned good one at that. She could turn into land creatures that have underwater traits. She’s
also the only shape-shifter to ever successfully replicate a dragon. Axle worried about his
competition, but hoped that he had trained enough. You are only allowed to carry five spells
throughout the competition. You can however, make one substitution after the second round.
Axle worked hard to get pick his strongest five spells and was very confident in his abilities. He
believed that if he could lead the wizards to freedom, he could finally be recognized as the
powerful wizard he truly is. He was snapped out of his thought by the roar of the crowd over the
“Well folks the stage is set! All sixteen of our competitors are ready for the first round to begin. Battles
will be held in a random environment and all combat will be 1 v 1. Only five spells per wizard and that
includes shape shifting spells. The winner after four rounds will be crowned champion!!!”
The crowd roared again. A man in a rather dashing looking suit came out onto the stage holding
a fancy top hat. He stood in front of the first contestant. The intercom spoke again:
“Now, Anthony the Great will pick his first round matchup.”
Anthony reached into the hat, hands shaking of pure nerves. He drew a name and unfolded the
crumpled piece of paper. He spoke the name “Michael Charm.” Suddenly, Anthony and Michael
were transported from the Coliseum and out of sight. The crowd watched the battle on the
screen in front of them. Only moments passed when the doors opened and Anthony the Great
emerged from the doors holding a blue rose in his hand. He tossed it in the air and pointed his
wand. “Combustive!” he shouted and watched as the rose burned to just ash. Axle had only just
then realized what he had gotten himself into. When you leave the Coliseum, you may never
The Coliseum - Part 2
Axle was clueless as to what was happening around him. It was only when the blue haired girl
pulled a name out of the hat that he started to pay attention again. She spoke “Axle Presto.”
Axle was transported from the Coliseum into a dark and damp cave. “Aluminous” Axle hummed.
His wand began to glow a faint light, just enough so that he could see the rocks around him. He
chose a direction at random and began walking slowly as to not be heard. He followed the
narrow tunnels into a massive room full of mining equipment. Tracks, carts, lifts and drills of all
kinds. Although it looked to be abandoned now, the equipment looked to be in fairly good shape.
It was full of soot and dust, but a quick shine would make these new. Axle picked up a diamond
and put it in his shirt pocket for safe keeping. He examined the entire mine shaft meticulously as
to learn every nook and cranny of it but stopped when he came across a large switch, switched
“I wonder if this runs the power for the mine shaft?” he thought. He wiped the label clean to
make sure it was safe. Axle looked at the reflection in the metallic of the label. He noticed the
tiniest movement and dove out of the way.
“Serpent Snakeskin!” shouted the blue haired girl. She launched an attack like a laser beam
with the face of a snake. The beam missed Axle and hit the switch, flicking it back on. All of the
mine carts; drills and lifts began operating again. The noise itself was enough distraction for
Axle. “Mistappear” he cast. Axle blew up into a large cloud of mist around the blue haired girl
and reappeared fifty feet above her in a cavern.
“You can’t hide from me!” the blue haired girl stated.
“Aqua Marine always gets her prey.”
A light bulb went off in Axle’s mind. This was THE Aqua Marine. Aqua was legendary in the
Ghulu. She was the only wizard to ever swim to the bottom of the Great Sea and live to tell the
tale. Luckily, Axle had done his homework on her. Unless she was near the water, she was
useless. Axle watched her look aimlessly around for him.
“Come out Axle! Come out and play!” she mocked.
Axle was not happy now. He was being taunted by the likes of her. He jumped off the ledge and
cast a furious spell. “Shock Storm!” he yelled as large sparks began shooting out of his wand.
Aqua just laughed as the shots were firing all over the place, nowhere near his target.
“HA! You talk big, but you got no shot.”
Just as she said that, a shock wave hit her straight right in the stomach, knocking her to the
ground. She got up and ran down the nearest tunnel away from Axle. He chased Aqua up and
down the cavernous maze. Continuously firing Shock Storm after Shock Storm to no avail. He
just couldn’t find his aim with that spell. Aqua stopped in the dead middle of the tunnel.
“Liquefy” she pronounced articulately. This turned Aqua into a life form made of water that she
used to snake her way up the cavern walls. She used her water form to crack the sediment on
the ceiling causing the cave to collapse.
Axle was trapped and more rocks were falling by the minute.
As the room around Axle began to close in, he closed his eyes as to better focus.
“No more silly games Aqua! Infernous!” Axle casted. His body began to heat up and his core
temperature rose to immense temperatures. He combusted into flame and eventually his body
was made purely of fire. Aqua was feeling the heat and began to evaporate. She escaped the
chasm of the collapsed cavern and turned back into her human form. Still wondering whether
Axle would immerge, she waited. The rocks that once stood as a prison began to melt before
her eyes. How could he get to such an intense temperature?
The chase was on again. Aqua had a good head start but was having trouble avoiding the fireballs being shot repeatedly. She ran until she hit a dead end. Slapping her hands against the walls, she turned to her
eventual maker. “Serpent Snakeskin.” she cast. Only to be tossed aside by Axle like bags on
trash day. His core was so hot, he melted the stone he stood on with every step. Aqua rose her
wand in the air and slammed it down as hard as she could. The ground beneath Axle began to
crack and eventually the whole room’s floor opened up. They fell to the floor below and into an
underground lake. Axle’s flames were put out immediately. It created a thick steam through the
entire cave and made it near impossible to see. Axle watched underwater as Aqua was shapeshifting into a carnivorous fiend.
Axle swam as fast as he could to the nearest ledge and looked over the calm underground lake.
He could hardly see ten feet in front of his face. When from behind came Aqua’s Aquarian form.
She was a menacing beast. Two sets of teeth, razor sharp fins and a tail that could whip like a
bull whip. “Satan’s fish tank has spawned another.” Axle thought. Aqua pounced out of the water
and sliced Axle’s leg with her fin, only to dive back in and jump out again. This time slapping his
face with her tail. Axle was all bloody and beat, charred and wet. He had only one hope. When
Aqua attacked out of the water again, Axle dove out of the way and waited for Aqua to return to
the water. He casted a Shock Storm and pointed directly at the lake. The cave surged with
power, lighting up seven types of yellow and orange. The raw water bubbled and boiled, adding
more steam to the already thick fog field. Axle paused and waited a moment, when suddenly he
noticed the lifeless body of Aqua Marine floating on the water.
A door made only of light appeared before him. This must be the way out. Axle made his way
through the door and found himself back in the Coliseum, crowd cheering his name.
Inside the Tournament - Part 1
Axle sat quietly in the corner of the Coliseum all alone. It was dark now and the first round of the
tournament had come to an end. He thought about his battle earlier that afternoon. Did he really
have to take the life of another to prove he was better than them? The principals of this
tournament made no sense to him. That is why he had to win, to make the place he lived a little
bit better. Axle believed that the people and the gods could work together to create better things
for Ghulu. So Axle sat and pondered these things alone in the Coliseum. He was surprised to
see a familiar face approaching him.
Allie Grove was a very fit girl for her age. She was nearly forty four years young and you could
not tell. She had the body of a thirty-two year old and the spryness of a jaguar, literally. Her goto shape-shift is a jaguar. She loved to embody the spirit of the feline. She felt free to move, but
deadly and stealthy when she needed to be. Plus cats always land on their feet. She gingerly
approached Axle with a rather impressed look.
“You battled well today skip. I like your style, but boy do you need to work on your aim!”
Axle smirked. “So you watched the playback did you?”
“I’m surprised you didn’t show up. Playback is an excellent time to strategize.”
Axle’s smirk turned into a chuckle. “I don’t need strategy, I think on my feet. You should know a
thing or two about that.”
Allie felt mocked. “Well I hope you’re coming to practice tomorrow. This tournament is merciless,
some practice in the field could do you some good.”
Axle’s chuckle rose to a hearty laugh. “If I want practice, I’ll just wait until the second round.” he
Allie stormed off in a furious rage. Clearly not impressed at the half-witted remarks made by her
competitor. When Axle actually had time to reflect on the conversation, he realised he may have
been a bit of a jerk. But it was just like she said, this tournament is merciless and Axle was not
here to make friends.
When Axle woke in the morning, it was to the sound of the intercom blasting at ridiculous
“Good morning contestants! Congratulations on your first round success. Today is the day for rest and
relaxation! Why not enjoy a complimentary breakfast and state of the art practice field? Have a good day
and be ready, tomorrow we begin round two!”
Axle crept out of bed. The first mention of breakfast and he’s the first to spring into action. He
took his walking to the cafeteria. Stopped at the personalized omelette station… twice. Then he
made his way to the showers. He took a nice long steamy shower. It may be his last one after
all. That mentality grew on him. He crept back into bed. It was just a nap he thought. He would
be up again and ready to go to practice, just as Allie suggested.
Axle woke out of his nap to watch the gorgeous sunset over the mountain range. He scrambled
out of bed and towards the door of the cabin where all the competitors were rooming. As he
reached out for the handle, the door flung open and a muscular, hairy looking man by the name
of Rosco Rodriguez walked through the entrance.
“You should really watch where you’re going little man.” Rosco gawked.
Axle’s nose bled for nearly twenty minutes as he made his way over to the training area. Only
Allie and Lady Macabre were using the field. Allie approached Axle first as Lady shoved her
nose the other way, ignoring their presence.
“About time you showed up!” Allie said panting with every word. She was clearly winded from
having run so many laps and judging by the cat fur all over her clothes, she’d been shapeshifting today.
“I overslept, my bad!” Axle said nearly panicked.
“Well, let’s get to work then” Allie insisted.
The two of them trained until the owls howled in the night. Axle shot his Shock Storm and
missed the target that Allie had set up for him. He had nearly given up. He was tired and feeling
frustrated. Allie recognised his behaviour. It reminded her of herself when she was growing up.
“Axle, stop.” Allie said shaking her head. “What you need is a little less intensity. You need to let
your mind go. All your troubles disappear and everything has to go blank.”
Axle regrouped himself. He took a deep breath and exhaled accordingly. “SHOCK STORM!” he
gasped. The shockwave curved up, flying nearly ten feet over the targets head.
“UGH, not even close!” Axle said stomping his feet.
Just then, the ball of energy stopped over top of the target, dropping directly on top of it and
frying it to pieces.
“You’ll do just fine kid. I’m sure of it.” Allie just smirked. Axle brushed it off like it was no big deal.
Tomorrow was another day, another day he has to prove himself.
Inside the Tournament - Part 2
All eight contestants gathered in the Coliseum at the crack of dawn. Only Lady, Arthur and Miles
Gallaway were present when Axle showed up. Miles was a bigger woman. She was physically fit
and hard as a rock. Miles was an underdog for sure, but snuck her way past the first round on
good luck alone. Axle hoped that he battled her this round.
Rosco was next to arrive along with the other big goon in the tournament Oscar Kazam. Oscar
was the same build as Rosco and used finesse in his fighting style. He never missed a beat.
What he lacked in brain power, he made up for it in raw power. He could go far in the
tournament for sure.
Next, the Summoner arrived. Artemus Flask was an amazing conjurer and could summon spirits
and furious animals alike. If you’re not careful, he can catch you off guard. Arty was a small guy
but he was a force to be reckoned with. Axle hoped he didn’t have to battle that guy.
The intercom spoke, disrupting the small banter between the participants:
“Good morning contestants! This morning we will pair you with your second round partners. I hope no
one made friends, for they could be gone by the end of this day. As I call your name, please pair up with
your partners and head over to the Coliseum to prepare for the show. Is everyone present?”
Axle looked around the crowd and counted only seven people.
“Allie Grove is missing!” shouted Arthur to the omniscient intercom.
Allie could be seen running as fast as she could towards the meeting area.
“Wait! I’m coming wait!” Allie was panting as she arrived “Sorry, I slept in. Someone was keeping
me up all night.” she said as she looked over at Axle. To which Axle just dismissed with a nudge
the other way. The intercom resounded:
“Wonderful! Now that everyone is here, let’s begin the pairing.”
A large screen appeared before the contestants. The screen projected two randomizers with the
name of each contestant on the tiles. It scrolled and began to slow down its pace.
“The first battle will be between… Arthur the Great and Oscar Kazam!”
“The second battle will be between… Lady Macabre and Artemus Flask!”
“The third battle will be between… Rosco Rodriguez and Axle Presto!”
“The fourth battle will be between… Miles Gallaway and Allie Grove!”
Axle gulped and took a deep breath. He had to face that monster. Rosco was going to tear him
apart. And then of course Allie gets the easy one Axle thought to himself.
Oscar and Rosco did a belly bump together.
“We get the two chumps!” Oscar grunted.
“Third round here we come” Rosco followed up as he pushed Axle to the ground. “See you at
the Coliseum little man!” he snorted.
Arthur helped Axle off the ground. “Don’t mind those guys. I’ve seen what you can do, you think
smart and that’s your advantage over them.” Arthur was very wise for being so young. In the
wizard world, forty-four is considered your prime. Arthur was striking for his age and he knew it.
“I don’t care what happens in this tournament Axle. You know why I’m here?” “No, I don’t.” Axle
replied. “I’m here to take out Oscar Kazam. I rigged the second round pairing so I could take
him out myself. He plans to side with the gods and oppress the people of Ghulu.”
“Good luck Axle… You’ll need it.” Arthur said as he made his way to the Coliseum.
Axle didn’t know what Arthur meant by “you’ll need it”, it’s not like he’s got no chance. Like
Arthur said, he was smart right? But still, Axle knew nothing of Rosco’s fighting style, what his
attacks were, what his shap-eshift is. If Rosco was half as smart as he looked, he would have
watched Axle’s fight on playback. He probably knows all of Axle’s attacks and that his best
attack only hits once out of a hundred times. Needless to say, Axle’s anxiety was not wanted as
he headed toward the Coliseum.
He walked beside Rosco as they headed into the Coliseum. Axle’s knees were shaking
noticeably and he could not stop even if he wanted to. Allie tapped him on the shoulder: “Hey
kid, take it easy. Just remember, clear your mind, stay focused and use your head for a change.
You’re not going to get by on strength alone this time.”
Allie’s words soothed Axle’s nerves a little and he was able to get the shakes to go away. Then
she added the five words Axle dreaded to hear. “Good luck, you’ll need it.”
She smiled, but Axle felt every painful bit of that backhanded compliment. It slapped him across
the face and forced his ego back down his throat. Suddenly, Axle’s knees began to shake again.
He was never going to live to see another day.
When they entered to Coliseum, the blinding light was all too familiar to Axle as was the roar of
the crowd and the holler of the intercom:
“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to round two!!!”
Round Two - Part 1
Axle waited in the back room for Arthur to return from his fight. “They’ve been gone an awful
long time.” Axle exclaimed. The crowd roared louder and louder. That must have meant the end
of the fight, Axle thought. Axle expected to see Arthur’s face come out through the curtain and
was distraught when Oscar emerged all bloody and bruised.
“Little pipsqueak put up a good fight, but I showed him what for.” Oscar did a belly bump with
Rosco, nearly knocking him down. “You’re next little man.” Rosco said as he grinded his teeth
It took Lady Macabre almost half the time it took Oscar to dispose of Arthur, but Lady didn’t
gawk about it. She simply walked in the room, brushed off her arm and exited the tent with a
flare that made Axle weak in the knees. Rosco crunched his fists together: “C’mon little man,
Axle hesitantly made his way out of the tent. Allie smiled at him as he passed and Axle grimaced
nervously back at her. “You’ll do just fine, relax Axle.”
As they entered the arena, the intercom was the first to speak.
“Okay folks, we’re only half way through our action today. Presenting matchup number three in round
two. First up, the energetic, the uncontestable, the very, very big, Rosco Rodriguez!”
Rosco entered the Coliseum and flexed his muscles as to impress the ladies in the front row. He
flexed so hard he ripped his shirt right off, then promptly used his wand to pop up a new one.
“And now, the challenger. The man of mist, the heated hero, the thunder from down under… Axle Presto!!!”
Axle was greeted by the crowd rather excitedly. He received a better reception than Rosco did
that’s for sure. That boosted his confidence for sure.
“The battle will begin in 3… 2… 1…”
Axle was transported to an empty city. The wind blew in the abandoned streets, blowing
whatever debris was left behind. Axle walked wand in hand stealthily as to not disturb the
silence. Rosco had a different plan. Axle could hear him four blocks over, flipping cars and
whatever else was in the way. Rosco, like most wizards have a shape shift form. Rosco’s was
that of a hairy dumb werewolf who just destroys everything in its path. The crashing and
bashing continued as Rosco seemed to be relentless in his search for Axle.
Axle cast an Infernous spell and used his heated state to rise to the top of the buildings above.
He watched as Rosco continued his rampage, continuously snarling “Come out little man!” Axle
shot a warning shot the way of Rosco, just nearly missing his right shoulder and igniting the
stack of garbage behind him. Rosco growled and leapt all the way to the top of the five story
building Axle was perched upon.
Axle shot another blast towards Rosco knocking him off of Axle and onto his back. Axle focused
on only his target. “Shock Storm” Axle cast. He watched as the orb of energy sailed ten feet
over Rosco, then stopped and fell directly on his target.
“YES!” Axle exclaimed having just fried Rosco to a crisp. But Rosco just got right back up and
smacked Axle back down. He jumped high again as if to slam on top of Axle. Axle cast a
Mistappear just in time and fled the area causing Rosco to rampage again. Axle had to regroup,
he took shelter in the sewer and thought of another game plan. He couldn’t use the water again.
Rosco wouldn’t stay still long enough for him to strike. Unless he found a way to make Rosco
Axle was good at thinking on the fly, he was never good at making plans and sticking to them.
He was good at thinking on his feet. Just like Allie was!
Axle paused. He counted the moves he had used to date. “Shock Storm, Infernous, Mistappear
and Aluminous.” he counted on his fingers. He could still use one more spell. Axle tried his best
to perform a shape shift into jaguar just as Allie did. Axle was no jaguar, but the result was not
half bad either. A six tailed cat like creature with leopard’s spots was not exactly what Axle was
looking for, but it would have to do.
He climbed through the alley and onto a large building overlooking Rosco as he continued he
senseless rampage. Axle pounced on Rosco’s back and dug nearly two inches into his shoulder
blade with his razor sharp claws. Rosco let out a thunderous roar. He reached behind him and
grabbed Axle by three of his tails, throwing him across the street and against the side of a brick
wall. Axle lay motionless on the ground. He struggled to regain his footing, but simply fell back
down again. Rosco approached Axle slowly, he talked in a low and growly voice: “This is it little
man, I’m going to finish you. Then no one will be able to stop me. Thanks to Oscar, even Arthur
is gone now. ”
Axle snarled at Rosco, though too wounded to battle. He noticed his tails were getting tangled
together. He could make them all wag, but he had trouble figuring out which tail was which. He
whipped out three of his tails towards Rosco, taking out his feet and sending him crashing to the
ground. Axle regained his footing, revitalized by this near impossible feat. He clawed Rosco
right in the mouth and growled rather furiously then fled to the rooftops above.
Rosco chased after Axle anew. They jumped from rooftop to rooftop, never missing a beat
between jumps. Their animalistic reflexes made it easy for them for move so quickly. Although
Axle was quick in his feline form, his wounds were slowing him down. His one-time supersonic
speed was now just enough to keep Rosco at bay, but not for long. Rosco, the savage hound,
was coming up from behind... and fast. Axle tried his very best to keep going but was just too
hurt to continue. He was slowing more and more with every leap. A thousand thought raced
through Axle’s mind. “What am I going to do now? How can I beat that monster? I’m never going
to win now.”
His thought process, though dementing and non-helpful seemed to ease his mind a little. He
didn’t even notice the large brick wall he was about to run into. CRASH!
Axle crashed through the already weakened brick wall and now found himself at the top of a
rickety old metal staircase that spiralled ominously down to the bottom of a black abyss-like pit.
Rosco broke through the rest of the wall sending bits and pieces of the ceiling crashing down.
When the large dog stepped on the staircase, it bent and looked almost like it would burst any
second. Axle made note of this. He would need a reason for Rosco to get angry or begin
jumping around he thought.
Rosco swung ferociously at Axle. Axle easily avoided the attack, jumping lower to the next level.
Axle would taunt the fiend.
“Can’t catch me you smelly old mutt.” Axle purred.
Rosco leapt at Axle, which made Axle avoid by jumping to the floor below. When Rosco landed
he destroyed the stairs which he fell upon, bending and busting them into scrap metal.
“Is that really the fastest you can go?” Axle taunted again.
Rosco became infuriated. He pounced after Axle, going from staircase to staircase until Axle
reached the bottom and took shelter in front of the door. Rosco hit the ground and made the
earth shake below him. He huffed and puffed, clearly exhausted from the hunt, but his eyes had
a fire in it that projected thoughts of murderous rage. Axle flinched at the horror, but stayed
focused a diligent.
“Got nowhere to run now little man.” Rosco barked as he crept towards Axle.
“I’m done running, you’re sunk.” Axle smirked back as he looked up at the staircase.
The metal of the stairs creaked and bent more and more as gravity did its work. It sent the
whole staircase crashing down on top of Rosco, smashing him into oblivion. As the dust settled
and the quiet dark room became tranquil again, Axle could struggle to make out Rosco’s arm, in
its human form poking its way from between the shattered stairs and heavy girders.
As the door of light presented itself before Axle, he knew he had done it, round three was next.
Round Two - Part 2
Axle returned to the tent to find the baffled face of Oscar and the relieved one of Allie. “You’re
friend turned out to be the chump.” Axle said as he belly bumped the air and landed a little
awkwardly, but catching his fall. Axle had nothing to brag about, he got lucky with that staircase.
He needed a whole new strategy. He was allowed to substitute one move for the third round.
He wouldn’t stay to stick around for Allie’s match. He was confident that she had Miles beat and
that they would speak again. If Allie was to struggle with Miles, maybe she wasn’t cut out for this
tournament after all.
Axle walked back to the cabin and looked at the empty bed where Arthur’s things once laid.
They got rid of his stuff awfully fast he thought. He noticed Allie’s things still placed neatly in
front of her bed. Axle sighed in relief. When he looked over at the bed of Miles, it still had all of
her belongings as well. They were placed in somewhat of a mess over her bed.
Axle pulled his sweaty shirt over his head and looked back at Miles’ bed. Her things were gone
and her bed was empty! Even the sheets that had been shuffled all over the bed were just gone.
The bed was completely empty. Axle had learned to not question the wizard world anymore. The
strangest of things were not abnormal. In fact, normal could be considered abnormal. He
remembered the time that he made it rain jelly beans in his classroom and had a small chuckle
Axle was relieved that Allie was safe. She dealt with Miles awfully quick. The walk to the cabin
was not a short one, but a good battle normally took somewhere between thirty to forty minutes
Just then, Axle’s thoughts were interrupted when Allie came bursting through the doors. She
had cuts all across her face and down her legs. Her stomach was stained red clearly from
continuous blows or some sort of trauma. Regardless, she held her abdomen in pain as she
“Did you fight well Axle?”
“Better than you did clearly.” he chuckled, though he wept for Allie on the inside.
“Don’t pity me Axle. I know why I’ve entered this tournament. Next round you will see why you
have as well.”
Allie fainted. She nearly fell to the floor, but Axle caught her fall just in the nick of time. He
placed her gently on the precisely made bed. The sheets tucked so tight, Axle could hardly lift
them out from under the bed. He crept away from the slumbering Allie when she flipped an eye
open and whispered to Axle. “We’ll give ‘em hell tomorrow, won’t we? Then we can end this
senseless fighting.” Axle couldn’t say anything to Allie. He had nothing to say He didn’t know
what the future held for anyone. But Allie seemed to. It’s almost as if she was hinting at
Without the emptiness of the Coliseum at night time, Axle may have gone insane by now. He
needed his alone time. If him and Allie both won tomorrow, they could end this all? Would it be
so simple? Axle always thought long and hard about things. He never bothered to look around
him. Off in the distance, Lady Macabre sat alone just pondering her life away as well.
She watched as Axle made his way all the across the Coliseum and sat in the seat two rows
“Good evening Axle.” she said, though not looking in his direction.
“Good evening Lady, very still night tonight, is it not?” Axle replied.
“It is.” she agreed. “The battlefield is always calmest before the battle itself. It’s a sign a death.
Of blood to be spilt and cheers to be had. In the battlefield, I am alive. The rush, the energy, the
pure essence of witnessing a life being lost. It keeps me sane. When I strike my foes down, I do
it with prowess and stealth. You could learn a thing or two from me cutie. I’d hate to see such a
pretty face wasted for nothing.” She turned towards Axle now with a devilish smile and a look
that gazed into his thoughts.
Axle sat speechless in front of Lady.
“When the pairs are picked tomorrow, just remember that nobody is friends anymore.” You were
wise to stay away Axle, it just saves you from heartbreak later.” Lady continued. She stood up
and made her way towards the exit. “Goodnight young magician. Get a good night’s sleep. You’ll
need the energy for the next round.”
Axle sighed as Lady faded from view. He thought about Lady’s words and what she said had
about staying away. He thought about Allie. Although he shouldn’t, he cared for her deeply. He
feared that she would not win tomorrow, or that they would have to battle each other. He would
not be able to do it. But would he give his own life to save hers? Axle pondered all the way back
to the cabin. Everyone lay motionless, locked in a deep slumber. Axle looked over at Allie and
smiled solemnly. Tomorrow was a new day. Although his thoughts kept him distracted, he finally
managed to close his eyes and rest for the night.
Round Three? - Part 1
Axle woke at the crack of dawn. His cold sweat and his anticipation kept him up all night. He
decided not to fight it and just walk like a zombie to the communal shower. He took his time in
the shower. It might be his last after all. The shower was a place that Axle, like many, ponder life
and all of its little things. Like chocolate covered doughnuts, or a difficult puzzle on a rainy
Sunday. He sighed rather loudly but turned quickly when he heard the door open. Allie came
through wearing the clothes she had used for battle the day before. She was still cut beneath
her knee and it looked rather nasty. She was all bruised from the top of her right arm all the way
to the bottom.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a strange looking wand with two leaves sticking out
of the tip. She carefully picked one of the leaves off her wand and rubbed it on her wounds. Axle
could see the cut slowly start to heal itself until the ailments disappeared.
“I only have one of these left. I need to be more careful from now on.” Allie spoke aloud. It was
only then that she noticed Axle in the shower with a rather fixed gaze on her. Though he was
covered, Axle ducked behind the five foot wall and turned off the water. Allie giggled, “Don’t be
embarrassed Axle, I’ve seen it before you know.” This made Axle’s face turn a little bit red. He
wasn’t embarrassed by her, was he?
He wrapped a towel around his waist and exited the shower clean as a whistle.
“Good luck today Axle. No matter what happens, remember. Don’t ever miss a chance to strike.
No one is friends on the battlefield.”
Axle grabbed his clothes and went into the change room. He took nearly four seconds to get
changed. When he came out he spoke to Allie: “Allie, I care for you. I truly do. I fear that if
something happens to you today that I won’t be able to continue.”
Allie paused for moment. She had no idea that Axle could care so deeply, he must have seen
something in her that she didn’t. Regardless, Allie thought nothing of it. She could not care for
Axle for one of them would be dead by the end of this tournament. She picked up her things and
went into the showers, dismissing Axle’s words completely.
Axle returned to the small cabin that housed the remaining wizards in the tournament. Oscar
was just leaving as Axle walked in. “Move pipsqueak!” he said as he pushed Axle from out of the
doorway. No sight of Lady today, Axle thought as he looked around the room. Perhaps she had
gone to the Coliseum already?
Axle put his battle gear on the same way as any wizard did, two legs at a time. He put on the
same shirt that wore in the two previous battles for good luck and sprayed it with his favourite
cologne. As soon as he was ready, he made his way to the Coliseum and stood before its gates
nervously. Allie and Oscar were already awaiting their next challenge, but still no sign of Lady.
This made Axle ponder Lady’s words from last night. She seemed so eager to battle and yet
and the morn of her most important fight, she’s nowhere to be seen. The intercom spoke and
snapped Axle out of his daydream.
“Good morning competitors! As I notice we are one short this morning, I must ask if anyone has seen
Axle eyed Oscar and Allie a little confused as they mimicked his confused look. Lady was
missing and no one knew her whereabouts. Even the crowd was a little concerned now.
The fancy-dressed man with the top hat stepped out of the arena holding a wand that looked
like it was taken out of a children’s play set. He waved it around and around above his head and
he began to create words out of thin air. Axle squinted as to get a better look at the text written
in a fog of nothing. He spoke aloud as he read:
“In the event of abandonment or neglect of participation by one of the entrants. A
battle of three will be held in order to balance out the battlefield. One winner will
emerge in this event and the battlefield may be subject to change throughout the
battle. Should abandonment take place in the third round, the victor will be crowned
champion and earn the title of the strongest wizard in all of Ghulu.”
Axle looked at Allie. She had a morbid look of concern on her face but held her composure
otherwise. The crowd began to murmur slowly and increasingly louder as more and more of
them clued in to what was going on. Oscar had no movement, he didn’t gasp, nor smirk nor
nothing. He just stood like a stone wall and stared on at the letters as they vanished in a mist.
The fancy dressed man promptly made his way back out of the Coliseum, cueing the intercom
to speak once again:
“Well now we’re in for some fun ladies and gentlemen! These three willing competitors will now be
pitted against each other in a three-way, winner take all situation!”
The crowd rocked the Coliseum with their cheers. There had only been three tournaments in
history and there had certainly never been a three-way fight in any of those. Allie looked
concerned but not towards Axle. She feared Oscar would be their biggest challenge. Or perhaps
she feared that she would have to take Axle out to save herself. A bell sounded and suddenly
Axle found himself in the jungle all alone. No doubt in his mind now, he had been welcomed to
Round 3? - Part 2
When Allie woke, it was in the dark of the night. It was pitch black and she couldn’t see much
but a small blinkering light off in the distance. She tripped over a few rocks on the way, but she
eventually made her way close enough to the light to realise that she was in a cave. The light of
course, being the sunshine on the outside of the cave. Allie stepped out of the crevice to a wide
open field surrounded by plants and trees as far as the eye could see.
She stood small in the near 10 acre field, but she failed to slip the eye of the rather large T-Rex some distance away. The hungry lizard sprinted his way across the field at the sight of his tasty snack. Allie, not
taking any chances, took shelter inside the cave and waited for the brute to pass. She best not
just wander outside anymore, she thought to herself. Was a jungle not bad enough that they
had to go and make it pre-historic? Allie would need a game plan before she left the cave again.
She grabbed a stick that was leaning slightly on a rock in the cave. She flicked her wand at the
tip and set fire to it as to replicate a torch. That would stay lit long enough, she thought and
made her way deeper and deeper into the cave…
Axle had been trudging along the side of the river for several hours without seeing another soul.
Not Allie and certainly not Oscar, he could smell that oaf from a mile away. Not that he wanted
to see Oscar really, he just wanted something fun to do. So he simply followed the river until he
found some trouble, or until trouble found him.
He looked above at the blazing hot sun. It was bright and the longer he looked, the hotter he
felt. He examined the skies just long enough to catch a glimpse of the stream of light flying
across the sky. It looked to be going pretty fast and the longer Axle stared, the more he thought
that the object may be coming towards them. Now feeling a little concerned, Axle stroll along the
riverbank became a light job along the riverbank. Even though he didn’t know where he going,
anywhere but in plain sight was a good idea. What if they had aliens? Or worse, chickens. That
was Axle’s only true fear, he just didn’t like their beaks or the sound of their call.
When Axle came to end of the river, he came to cliff side. He poked his head over the edge and
saw nothing. Right there, where there should have been a waterfall, there was nothing. Just an
abyss of nothing. Axle thought it would be best to not tempt fate and turn the other way. Only
just then did he see Oscar. Oscar wound up and gave Axle a big right hook sending him over
the ledge and into the abyss.
Oscar leaned over the horizon and could see nothing. Axle was not falling nor visible. He had
just disappeared! Oscar chuckled as he turned back around. “One chump down, one chumpette
to go.” He snarled.
When Axle finally came to, he was not anywhere. He was not sleeping in his comfortable bed,
not back in the jungle, he was just floating in nothing. Even all around him was void of any kind
of foliage or construction. He was utterly alone. Suddenly he heard a voice, one that sounded all
“Hey… Axle. Didn’t expect to see you here so soon. I thought you’d last a little while at least.”
“Who said that?!” Axle replied to the ominous voice.
“I haven’t been gone that long Axle, I thought I made an impression on you last night.”
“Lady?” Axle replied, though very confused.
“Exactly Axle! I’m not gone, I’ve been banished. Oscar cast a spell on me last night and my
physical form broke apart. I’m here to help you now Axle. Pull that gem from out of your pocket.”
Axle reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out the gem he had picked up in round one when
he was inside the mineshaft. He examined it and still floated puzzled at Lady.
“What am I supposed to do with a stupid diamond?” Axle asked.
“Well Axle, that right there is the key to your victory. I can’t tell you how, but that was no chance
that you found that gem. You were meant to find and use it to defeat Oscar. You are the one
who needs to win this tournament. Not just for me or for you, but for the entire kingdom of
Axle held the gem carefully in his hand. He studied it from all angles. It was just like any old
diamond. Nice cut, squared off edges and a pretty smooth point. All around, a pricy piece of
“Just let your mind go Axle. When the time comes, you’ll know. Now I’m going to send you back
to the battlefield. Do your best and remember, no one is your friend out there.”
Axle saw a bright flash and then found himself back in the jungle at the entrance of a cave. He
could hear spells being tossed and see the bright flashes of spell casting. Then he heard a large
roar and flames shot out of the opening. Axle only just got out of the way before the mighty
dragon flew out of the entrance with Oscar clinging to its foot. The monster flew several meters
in the air and when it reached the point above the clouds, it released Oscar sending him
plummeting to the ground.
Axle ran to his side to see what had happened. When Oscar looked at Axle, he spoke:
“T-t-the girl… She’s s-s-s-stronger than she looks.” He gasped one last time as his body
disappeared from the game surface.
Axle looked up at the dragon who was doing circles around her foe’s resting place. Allie, the
once timid young woman was now a ferocious dragon. She caught a glimpse of Axle and
swooped down onto the ground with a thud. She took in air as if she was going to speak but
instead let out an infuriated fire breath all over the open field. She took in breath again, this time
targeted right at Axle. He took the diamond out of his pocket and threw it at Allie. It hit her right
in the chest and dropped to floor harmlessly causing the dragon to laugh in Axle’s face.
“I guess that wasn’t what Lady had in mind.”
She let out a fire breath towards Axle and he cast Mistappear just before being incinerated. Axle
appeared behind the beast and cast an Infernous right at the dragon’s back. This again causing
Allie to burst out laughing. She flung her tail and hit Axle fairly hard into a nearby tree. He fell to
ground and decided it was time to go feline. He transformed himself into the Wacky Tiger as he
called it. He was determined now. He climbed up Allie’s back all the way up to her shoulder. He
mercilessly attacked her wings, tearing them to pieces while clawing at her arms as well. She
roared rather softly, wincing in slight pain. Axle’s attacks were landing, but not doing very much
Allie tried to flap her wings but to no avail. She was grounded now and felt it unnecessary to
continue to be the dragon. She ran as fast as she could away from Axle. When she was far
enough away, she shrunk herself back down to normal size. Axle could see Allie begin to regain
her true form. He decided to not waste any time, he picked up the gemstone anew and he
sprinted in her direction.
Axle felt freer than ever. A wild cat in the jungle. He had no problems maneuvering through the
trees. Allie was shocked at how fast he got to her. Axle just stood before her. Allie spoke to him:
“You play the game well young magician. It’s mages like you that remind me of why this land is
so beautiful. You know when I came to the surface world, I didn’t expect to be courted by this
tournament. When I had the opportunity to enter, I figured I could just rough up a couple of
mortal wizards, have a laugh and go home. But only you Axle, could beat my dragon. Perhaps
there are wizards who possess the true power of gods. If the bloodline lives on, then it does not
reside in you only Axle. There must others, I must first find these individuals. Then I will rid the
planet of the scum to usher in a new world of magic. A purer world of magic.”
Allie’s face melted and so began the rest of her body. Out from the ooze grew a massive man,
twice the size of any Axle had ever seen. His beard was long and grey, nearly touched his toes.
“I am the God of Ghulu. I am Archimus!”
Axle went from shocked to scare in a heartbeat.
“Then Oscar’s not the one who stole Lady’s powers, you are!”
“Very smart Axle. You figure that out all by yourself? How about this one. I am the one who made sure you
would be here. That’s right, this whole tournament is designed for us to meet.”
Axle took the diamond out of his pocket and held it tight. If this wasn’t the right time, what other
time was. He threw it into the air and called out: “Shock Storm!”
The large beam of electricity shot straight into the air and into the core of the diamond. It shot
the concentrated beam right at Archimus blasting him into a million little pieces. Only a smoke
stream remained where Archimus stood. A face developed in it and Archimus could be seen in
“You haven’t won young wizard. I am a god and although I cannot die, you have destroyed my physical
body. And hear this Axle, I will be back and when I come, I come for you first!” he spoke as he laughed
The door of light appeared before Axle and he stepped through it for the last time…