Sunday, 25 December 2016
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Tuesday, 13 December 2016
Next post will be at Christmas. Have a great week and a happy almost Christmas.
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Wednesday, 7 December 2016
How It Happened
By: Wizard Blair Smintery
How did this all happen? I get that a lot. I can’t tell the whole world so I, Blair smintery will explain to you in this mysterious book.
First off and answer to some of you Magi-land resident questions. Yes, I was the wizard that got Brandon the hero human here, helped him on his way to save our world and brought him back to his world. Another question I get asked a lot is if I liked him. Well, of course I liked him. I mean, he wasn’t the smartest boy, but he was fun to go on a short quest with. I really did think that I was going to die or my plan wasn’t going to work when the N.H.E.A. kept getting on to me. Brandon saw the world as reversed land and sky colours, that’s only for newcomers. Eventually he saw them normally like you and I. Well, let’s stop talking about me and start talking about why I got to be this famous, why Brandon and Hal got to be so famous.
It all started when people and all their species were close and happy with Magi-land. The humans had kings and queens that made the decisions for their world. Magi-Land, on the other hand, has a council of wizards. They ruled over the creatures(Little black circular animal that have so much fur hat it makes them look large, and they talk english), Soarpys (Purple bumpy rhino-like creatures that stand on their hind legs), Cyclops (Slugs with arms and legs that have one big eye taking up their face), Gorbies(Black, fat, and round bat-like creatures) other wizards, and many others. Humans then used wood as their supplies on earth. Magi-Land had always protected their nature, a thought of such things never popped into their happy minds. Eventually a human cut down a gentotree. At the time, the queen(a beautiful giant that is about twice the size of a human and is the most direct descendant from the royal family. She never ruled the land, because it would be more fair for the council to do that but she was protected and was there to have the forces of Magi-Land protect their world and the residents of it.) was trying to protect the gentotrees. The gentoridges from the tree attached onto her. Not even wizards couldn’t get it off and it was building up a form on her leg. Scientists from the human world figured out how hard of a substance it was and soon illegally cut down gentotrees.
After not too long, our amazing queen of nature was trapped in the gentoridges in a coma-like state until she was released. Many books have been written with different opinions on this case, but I can tell you the truth. Only humans could be the ones to save our queen, so I continued to usher humans over. Our queen’s mass of gentoridges was getting so bad that humans were banned from Magi-land and had their memories wiped of anything of our world. Sending the coin up was our only chance in getting our beloved nature protector back.
A team of mostly Soarpys was formed called the H.H.A. Helping Humans association. It went on for many years but never succeeded in it’s quest: clearing gentoridges. By that time, even gentotrees were hated by everyone that knew of them.
One sad year the leader for H.H.A. died and a new one had to be picked. In this case, the new leader didn’t get picked. He was evil and hated humans ever since he was little. Some members of the group left and never joined back,but that was only few. The new boss named Chaming was not charming at all. He believed humans were bad and only they could make things worse. He looked down on them as tiny, helpless, and damaging. For some things this is true, but for many, it is not. The member of H.H.A. got all green, angry and sad. Chaming continued to rule and the group was renamed N.H.E.A. No Humans Evil Association. They became more evil and more full of unnecessary hate.
Attacks were sometimes launched on Magi-land with the N.H.E.A. behind them. A secret defence group was formed called S.O.M.L. It tried to protect Magi-land and humans from the now bad association N.H.E.A.
That is, until brandon came. The human that I was waiting for. Our hero. He saved us all from anything bad and we await his return.
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Saturday, 3 December 2016
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“What happened? How did you make that floor thing? Was this planned?” Brandon asked, fearfully.
Blair blew out of his mouth which made his beard bellow in front of him a little. “Whoa, I was afraid my invention wouldn’t work!” he said, and paused for a bit, “And, what was planned?”
“The-the N.H.E.A. thing! The floor thing! The everything that happened!” Brandon shuttered, thinking of the horrible rhino-like creatures, Mall and Grunt. Strange thoughts came into Brandon’s mind. So many questions that somehow seemed not to need answers to. Was this a test? To test ‘The Human’? Was Blair a fake, or were the N.H.E.A. members really N.H.E.A. members? No, no, it couldn’t be. It’s not a dream.
“No, No,” Blair said, chuckling, “It certainly was not planned. You think I wanted to have my house destroyed by the N.H.E.A? They’ve been searching for me for years.”
“They have?” Hal asked from the other side of the room.
“Yeah, glad the army guys ain’t that smart,” Blair said and looked over to his sing-in attack table, ”you don’t just go to your enemy’s house and press a big button on their table because they told you to! You just don’t.”
“Okay! Okay,” Hal said reproachfully, “How are we going to save the world? Or… how is he going to?” Hal pointed a thumb to Brandon which made Brandon feel a little on the spot. He squinted his eyes.
“Mmm what are your names?” Blair asked.
“I’m Brandon,” Brandon said.
“And I’m Hal,” Hal said.
“Ok, come out into the yard with me then you two,” Blair said, getting up rickety. Brandon and Hal followed, quite very slowly after him. He went into the hallway then went into the room opposite to the golden throne room. He ducked under some plants in pots and put his hand on the wall and waited.
“Are you going to say something?” Hal asked.
Blair nodded. “It’s a really hard password to remember but, that keeps other things out. You can’t go around the castle because I put a force field there. You need a really tall Ganderter brand ladder to get over it.” Blair took a deep breath and then said the password, “It's Blair here and you won’t ever remember the password unless you write it down but you won’t because then I’ll change it and you have to use every exact apostrophe that I use to set the password like this one Happ’days.”
A section of the wall shook and then sunk backwards. Dust fell as the giant chunk of stone opened up into the bright sky. “Wow!” Brandon gasped as he looked around. There were beautiful palm trees and tall great oaks. On the ground was a mound of what looked like metal tiny spheres. Every now and then one of the would make a squeak or a “meep!”
After a bit of admiring, Brandon ducked as more tiny metal spheres whizzed by his head. “Someone cut down another gentotree,” Blair sighed sadly, “Okay, can I have you just lift up the gentoridges and make them disappear?”
Hal looked at Blair questioningly and then asked, “With his mind?”
“Yes,” Blair said, now turning to Brandon, “Do it with your mind.” Brandon looked at the squirming metal-looking gentoridges and motioned them to come with his hand. Nothing happened and the gentoridges squeaked more.
“Are they alive?” Hal asked, as Brandon now vigorously motioned at the gentoridges.
“Yes again, Hal,” Blair said sincerely, “They don’t feel pain. They’re like plants, but they have mouths and they are a very, very, hard material. They are automatically attracted to the nearest or most in number bunch of gentoridges. There are a few masses other places but this mass of them has gotten so big, that almost all gentoridges that are concealed in their trees, come to this one when freed.”
“How am I ever going to do this with my mind?” Brandon asked nervously, “I mean, I’m not a telepathic master!”
“Really think. What do you want to do?” Said Blair, “Your mission is them.”
Brandon tried hard but nothing seemed to work. For a few hours Brandon just tried in ways that started to get as Hal said “Um… Creative.” Finally, after they all had lunch, and Hal was sleeping peacefully, Brandon collapsed to the ground with a yelp.
“What? Wha?” Hal said, waking suddenly.
“I did it!” Brandon laughed happily, getting up and clutching his eye. “I did it! There was a gentoridge that I summoned, then it hit my eye and disappeared!” Brandon started doing a victory dance with his black eye in joy.
“Okay, Brandon,” Blair said with a smile on his face, “great, but you are going to get a lot beat up if you keep summoning them this way.”
Brandon nodded at Blair and concentrated again on the gentoridges. Then, after only a few seconds he heard an uproar not too far away. He glanced over his shoulder and saw the two N.H.E.A. members running towards them, leading a group of four or five more Lumpy green rhinos. As they came closer, Brandon saw one of them was carrying a really tall Ganderter brand ladder! It was all they needed to get over the forcefield.
“Blair! How are we going to stop them? They have a Ganderter brand ladder!” shouted Brandon. Blair looked panicked again but he couldn’t say anything that made sense to Hal or Brandon.
“Hup! Hup!” Grunt said as N.H.E.A. members climbed the ladder. Grunt and Mall smirked rudely at Blair.
“We’ll always be able to penetrate your defenses,” Mall smiled, “And I think, we are already registered. Everyone, attack the wizard!” The rhinos threw spears and axes Blair’s way. All he could do was duck and block them with slow magic. Grunt and Mall were going after their own treasure prey: Brandon and Hal.
“Hal!” Brandon yelled as a spear soared towards him. It landed right beside Hal but Hal took no notice. Brandon ran around the yard, his vision looking more like flashes of green and blue and slashes of light. He saw Hal and Blair crash together, and axe whipping through the air towards them.
There was a big flash of light and Brandon opened his eyes. He was laying on the ground, the queen who was about twice the size of a human, Hal and Blair all in a heap beside him. He had launched the gentoridges at the N.H.E.A. and they disappeared along with the gentoridges.
Blair opened his eyes. He held a hand out to Brandon with white light coming out of it. Brandon grabbed his hand and closed his eyes. Once he opened his eyes he was back beside his mother in the rain.
Brandon frowned, “Mom, did you see anything?”
“No,” she replied. Brandon looked down and went into the car. He went into his bedroom of his house and sighed. He was a good daydreamer.
After a few minutes his mom walked in, “Brandon,” she said, “There’s a letter here. It’s probably from Phil. Your dad found it on the doorstep.
“Thanks,” Brandon said, taking the letter from her. He opened it up and read the note inside it.
Thanks Brandon. Everything is so much better thanks to you. You seemed to have taken away all the gentotrees along with the gentoridges. I hope you are doing well. Come any time you like, you will be expected and welcomed.
-Blair and Hal
Out of the envelope fell a little copper coin. Brandon smiled to himself and went downstairs, leaving the coin on a little red cloth in his room.THE END
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Wednesday, 23 November 2016
“Uh, you the wizard?” Hal said a little shaken.
“Yes, yes. I am the wizard Blair Smintery,” the wizard said with an old happy voice and a mild scottish accent, “Come out young man.”
Hal glanced over to Brandon who scurried out from behind a pillar. “Yes, sir,” he said.
“I better put this away then,” Blair said lifting up the book, as he put the last of the pastry in his mouth and got up from his throne. Hal saw how frail he was and rushed to help him. Blair held up a wrinkly hand to say ‘don’t worry’ and Hal stopped. Blair slowly walked over to a table and placed the book on top of it. Then he raised his gold tree-shaped walking stick and said, “I can do it myself! I’m only 178, how old do you think I am?”
“Younger actually,” Hal admitted. This was a very old man, but since he was a wizard it kind of made sense to Hal. Kind of.
Blair laughed again in a sort of way that sounded like a Santa Ho Ho. “So, human,” he said somewhat intimidatingly, “How did you get here?”
“With a coin in a little cloth,” Brandon said quickly, seeming quite frightened.
“Oh, good!” Blair smiled, “Well, this might seem a little demanding but, you gotta save the magical world. You gotta save our queen.”
“Now for the overload of questions,” Hal said right before Brandon started asking.
“How do I do that? Will I die? Is it dangerous? Can I go home?”
“Sheeh!” Blair said, “What’s with all the questions?”
“I warned you!” Hal said, throwing his arms up in the air.
“Well, basically, humans have a magical powers when it comes to gentoridges,” Blair said. But when he saw Hal and Brandon’s look he quickly added, “Well, not magical powers, just powers that normal Magi-Land residents can’t do.”
“That’s odd,” thought Hal to himself. Why didn’t the books tell this? Was it… secret? “Why don’t I ever read about that?” Hal asked, “Why haven’t I heard this from anyone? Does S.O.M.L. know?” Oh jeez, now he was the one to ask too many questions.
“S.O.M.L.? S.O.M.L.? (Blair laughed heartily again) No, dear me, no. They don’t care a speck much about the queen. They’re there to protect the city and Magi-Land. No one knows about that. I found out and that’s why I chance sending a coin up to the human world.” Blair cleared his throat and spoke again, “Humans can like lift up gentoridges with their mind and like, make them disappear and stuff. And-”
Blair stopped when he heard a loud smash from the hallway. “Hide!” he whisper-shouted. Hal and Brandon rand under a table with a pile of sticks in front of it.
Two green, warty rhino looking creatures that were standing on their hind legs, busted through the door from the hallway down with their large metal hammers. “We’ve been searching for years, and now we find it!” The first said triumphantly, raising his hammer into the air, “So, having a little chat?”
“Talking to myself as usual,” Blair said calmly, not making even a slight move for protection.
“It’s the N.H.E.A.” Hal whispered to Brandon, afraid.
“Shall we just get him on the spot then Grunt?” asked the second rhino creature.
“Dunno Mall,” said Grunt, raising his hammer so if he swung it forwards it would smash the cabinet.
Blair suddenly raised his hands and got wide eyed, “Wait!” he said loudly, “You can’t just attack like that!”
“Can’t we?” Grunt asked evilly, cocking his head to one side.
“No,” Blair said, suddenly a smile on his face, “You have to sign in! It’s unofficial if you don’t!” Blair motioned to a table with a paper on it and a red button. “Just write your names down and press the button,” he said. Grunt gave Mall an unsure look and then went over. Mall took a quick look around the gold palace room and then followed.
“So, I just press this button?” Mall asked slowly. Blair nodded happily. Mall pressed the red button and nothing happened.
“We’re all signed in now?” Grunt asked. Blair looked worried. Very worried, almost terrified. Hal started to worry too. Was the button supposed to do something? Why was Blair so scared?
Then, the floor under Mall and Grunt bounced up from two giant springs and they flew out the window, flying away as far as Hal could see. Blair gave an enormous sigh of relief and sank very low into his chair.
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Monday, 21 November 2016
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Brandon rubbed his head. He looked over his shoulder to see the black hair ball creature, Hal, rolling around on the mossy ground beside the Wizard's tower laughing. “Hal, Hal. We’re here. We made it. We-”
“Ha, eh oh yeah, this is real cool,” Hal said, looking up to the wizard’s tower. “Now, where’s the door? Oh here.”
“Hal I heard-” Brandon started.
“Let’s stick to reality,” Hal interrupted as he stepped through a mossy little door at the bottom of the tower. It was tiny and round and quite covered with vegetation. This was a little too easy and Brandon didn’t like it.
They entered a dark room made of the same large stone bricks as the tower. There was a little wooden table on the side with a chair beside it. Papers were scattered over it, and there was an old shiny black pen that sat in a glass jar.
“Hmm, these are studies on the human hero and books about the Magi-Queen,” Hal said, running his fingers over the desk, “‘Magic History’ ‘Who’s Our Hero’ hey, that one’s by Sima Blanc! ‘Gentoridge Trees And The Danger They Bring’ ‘How Could We Stop The Queen’.” As Hal read off the names of books and files on the desk, Brandon spotted a door.
“Hey, Hal. Uh, let’s get going,”Brandon said,” If we’re ever going to find this Wizard we are going to have to hurry. Plus, if he doesn’t want us here, then we got to get to him.”
“No, Brandon. The wizard is really nice. Plus, if he sent you here he’d probably delighted to see you. You’re a human,” Hal said.
“Yeah, but haven’t the other humans came? Like…” Brandon said.
Hal gave him a wide eyed look. “Nooo nooooo. All the humans died. It’s no place for them here.”
“Wha?” Brandon said, shocked, “What killed them? Am I going to die?”
“Eh,” Hal shrugged,” Some experimenting with things, but most killed by the N.H.E.A. No big deal, you made it so far, basically you can’t be harmed.”
“Wait!” Brandon said, jumping in front of the door so Hal couldn’t go into the next room, “No big deal? Who’s the N.H.E.A.?”
“Uuh, so many questions!” Hal moaned and rolled his eyes, “The N.H.E.A. is the No Humans Evil Association. Your rock friend or S.O.M.L. whatever, they work against N.H.E.A. Not just to keep you humans safe but everyone else too. They launch attacks sometimes, but they can never out-think our amazing safety.”
“Eh, so,” Brandon started,” No big deal once I’m here?”
“Yes!” Hal said loudly dodging Brandon and moving into the next room.
The room was small with a little table in the corner that has a vase on it. In the vase were perfectly dried flowers. They looked normal and alive, just tinted yellow and brown. Hal touched one of the petals and it fell off into a powder. Most of the rest of the room was filled with a rickety wooden staircase.
“After you,” Brandon said shakily, motioning to the staircase. Hal stepped on and Brandon after him. Dust and pieces of wood drifted into the air around their feet as they stepped and the stairs creaked very loudly. There was another fleet of stairs after, that was a s old and dusty as the one before. On the third step Hal yelled loudly and fell through the stair.
“Watch your step,” he said.
They emerged into a fancy old hallway with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The hallway was lined with doors but when Brandon opened one, he almost fell. The door was on the side of the castle so if you walked out, you would fall to the ground, a long drop.
All of the doors were like that, until they reached the last one at the end of the hall. Paint that had been peeled from the ceiling was hanging in front of the top of the door. Brandon grasped the rusty doorknob and expected to see another long drop. But, it was actually a giant old room that had walls of gold and modern lights on the ceiling. Even though it was old, it had been touched up. There were large pillars in rows leading to a big comfortable looking throne where a very old man sat humming to himself with a sugar pastry in one hand and a book in the other. There were cauldrons around the room with a big velvet carpet coming from the door to the throne. There were shelves with trophies and little glass bottles in them. Maps were on the walls and scattered on tables.The old man looked up and Brandon gasped then dove behind a pillar. He really hoped the man was the wizard, and if he was, he would be the same man that Hal described. “Ha ha ha!” The man laughed, “The little boy’s scared of me. Hello, Mister Creature what can I do for you? Wait, is that a human?”
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Wednesday, 9 November 2016
After Hal explained to the terrified rock and boy about his journey, the boy, Brandon, explained himself. Hal was quite fascinated by Gobb’s secret hero society, building preparations for invades and creating maps and other magical things for travellers.
It turned out that Hal and Brandon had about the same quest, the same journey, to get to the wizard. Hal’s quest was on purpose but Brandon’s was some accident. It seemed to be a big one.
Hal and Brandon talked for awhile, and Hal enjoyed his story. He had to explain lots of information about Magi-Land to Brandon, trying to not make it sound boring. Gobb was kind of just there, listening. Hal noticed after he finished his conversation.
“Well,”Gobb said, kind of uncomfortably sounding,”Off you go!”
“Wait, what?” Hal asked as Gobb pushed a map, a telescope, and a little metal cube into Brandon’s arms.
“This adventure!” said Gobb,”I’m sending you to fulfill your quest!” Why was Gobb sending Hal and Brandon away?
“W-we just met!” Hal exclaimed with a tint of fear. Brandon didn’t look too prepared either.
Gobb looked irritated,” I’m not a pitstop, now, what are you out here for?” Hal took a moment to think. Well, he set off with all this optimism and now it seemed a bit scarier and harder than he thought. He couldn’t turn back when all these people in town were expecting a noble quest. Whether he died or came back in glory, he couldn’t let all the other creatures down. Confidence swelled up in him. We are the creatures and the creatures we stay! He thought happily.
His thoughts seemed to of taken up a lot of time, but in that time no one had spoken a single word. “I’ll go!” Hal said, louder than he meant to. His voice boomed through the silence.
“Well, if I’m ever thinking of getting out of here, I’ve got to be in to.” Brandon said, the early nervousness vanishing from his voice.
Gobb started spinning down into the base leaving Brandon and Hal alone in a spray of dirt.
“Let’s go,”said Hal pointing to the way the wizard tower was peaking above the treetops.
“Yeah, but… do you suppose you know what this gadget is?” Brandon said, holding up the metal cube to Hal.
Hal took the telescope and map out of Brandon’s arms,”Why don’t you find out?” he said while stuffing the telescope into his backpack. Brandon first threw it up in the air and then caught it. Nothing happened. Brandon threw it hard at the ground but still nothing happened. Brandon furrowed his brow. There was a little tiny button that blended in with the cube.
At first Hal thought it wasn’t a good idea to press a button on a highly advanced metal cube that was given to him by a talking rock. Before Hal could stop him, Brandon pressed the button, probably too curious. An orange laser shot out and cut a purple and blue tree in half, causing it to fall to the ground.
“Don’t play with things like that!” yelled Hal at Brandon who cowered a few steps away,” You’re lucky that wasn’t a gentotree.”
“Sorry, it’s not like you knew what it did! You told me to try it out!” snapped Brandon.
“I did know what it does!” Hal lied angrily.
“You’re lying!” Brandon yelled.
“Fine,” Hal admitted loudly,”But it makes no difference.”
For about half an hour they just walked towards the tower in silence. Both of them sneaking bad looks at each other. Why was Hal so bad at lying?
Hal finally said something,”Could I see the map again?”
“Uh, sure,”Brandon said, handing Hal the map. Hal looked down at it. They would reach the tower soon. But, before Hal could look up, he squished into the tower, and like a rubber band he bounced back from it.
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Tuesday, 27 September 2016
“Well then, bring us there!” Gobb yelled. An alarm had gone off that something was on the grounds. Gobb got in an argument with a worker. Brandon wanted to leave. But if he did, his chance of survival would drop to lower than, well, very low. Gobb could help him.
Beep! Gobb was on the conveyor belt again. It was odd that Gobb couldn’t walk. He had rocky arms and a whole carved in face, but he was missing the convenient part, legs.
“Get on now!” bossed Gobb in his usual grouchy way.
“Yeah, yeah I’m coming!” shouted Brandon, shaking a worker off his leg.
Gobb noticed the little creature. “Amanda, you gotta train that son of yours, he’s sucking on people’s feet!”
“Merp blubewew,” a worker said as it took the little creature away.
Brandon hopped onto Gobb at the second he started rising back up to the grassland.
“Watch your feet!” Gobb yelled when he stopped at the land, “You kicked…” Gobb trailed off.
“What?” Brandon asked.
“That,” Gobb whispered, pointing at the bottom of the mountains. There was a creature marching out from between the two mountains. It looked like a living furball, and it was no larger than Brandon. It was black as night and wearing a stuffed full backpack.
“What is it?” asked Brandon, partly afraid. Brandon walked around Gobb and the crouched down so he could see Gobb’s face.
Gobb squinted his eyes and said quietly,”It’s a creature. They belong in the city, lurking around in some random advanced society. They don’t care much ‘bout the environment.” He shrugged,”Probably some tourist.”
Gobb told the workers of S.O.M.L. that it was a false alarm through a radio or something. Gobb was about to twist down again when they both noticed, that the creature noticed they were there.
“He sees us,”Brandon whispered as quiet as a pin drop.
“That’s not bad really,” Gobb whispered back.
“Is that bad?” Brandon asked quietly.
The creature was now running towards them. Brandon was trapped in his sight, his legs shivered but would not agree to lift him up. Basing your thoughts on Gobb’s terror-struck expression, he wouldn’t be doing much either at the moment.
The creature reached them in what felt like an hour. In reality, it took only a few minutes. The thick black hairball had white and black eyes and had an odd stick-man like mouth. It caught its breath, putting a skinny black hand on top of Gobb’s head.
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