FOR A SHOWDOWN
Just then, the side door on the
platform opened; and President Vandersleeve and Treasurer Silverton entered and
seated themselves, one on each side of the podium in the center. Larry noticed
that they both appeared nervous. No one, including Larry, paid any attention to
a small table which had been placed on the platform in front of the podium. On
it was something of uneven shape, with a drab cloth over it.
Rising to his feet, Dr. Vandersleeve
went to the podium. “Students and faculty, this is an important occasion.”
Larry noticed that he seemed to be clenching the sides of the podium more
tightly than usual.
“We have a special speaker
tonight.” With this, the president sat down.
The side door on the podium opened;
and in walked Cliodna Vetala, followed by Draco Chaos. She walked to the far
side of the podium, stopped, and stood facing the audience. Chaos stopped on the
near side of the podium.
Aside from a few muffled gasps,
everyone in the auditorium was totally silent. In the minds of many, the fears
of witches and wizards, which they had so recently been trying to overcome,
returned. Most wanted to run out of the room, but everyone sat silently.
Seeming to enjoy the dramatic moment,
well-knowing it would help his objective, Draco Chaos began speaking.
“There has been some
misunderstanding here of late,” he said soothingly. “You all know that Ms.
Centaur, Ms. Vetala, and I have only wanted to serve you and provide for your
Having said that he brandished what he
thought was a smile, which to the students looked more like the smile of a wolf
about to tear the flesh off his prey.
“We have encouraged you to read the
very best in children’s fantasy books about faraway magical lands, knowing
they would provide a wonderful doorway to the glorious new and hidden knowledge
we wanted to bring to you.
“And you still have the opportunity
to obtain this secret wisdom of the ancients. Like so many others, you will
“And wisdom such as this brings
power, power which you can use throughout your future years.”
All this sounded so very beautiful, but
the students had already seen some of the misery it brought. Several students
had experienced a mental depression which they could not shake until others had
prayed for them. Some were recovering from anxiety attacks. They now recognized
that the “hidden wisdom” Chaos offered would only bring a loss of
self-confidence and self-control, not an increase of it.
“And just now,” purred Chaos in a
musical voice, “I want to help you regain your peaceful venture into the lost
wisdom of the ages.” As he spoke, there was a cadence to his voice similar to
that of a snake charmer in India.
Draco Chaos began moving his hands
rhythmically as he spoke. Gradually, he moved closer to the table. “You should
know that there is great power available to you, and I want to present it to you
“It will reach everyone in this
audience, and no one will be able to withstand its peaceful embrace.”
At the back of the auditorium, Larry sat
listening and earnestly praying. But he was not impressed yet to stand and
challenge Chaos. “What should I do, Lord?” he cried in his heart. “What
should be done?”
Just then Chaos reached down, with a sweep
of his hand, and took the cloth off the object on the table.
ON THE WIZARD
Wheezing gasps could be heard
throughout the room, as Chaos paused for effect and then continued to speak.
There before them was a large, intricately carved stone.
“This,” said Chaos, “is the
rarest of the rare, a genuine Sorcerer’s Stone. It is for you to gain power
from. It can change you into new people.
“And below it is the Magic Amulet,
equally rare,” he added.
The multicolored stone, in the shape
of a bundle of serpents, nested perfectly on top of a broad white stone, carved
into the form of a goat’s head, with the front of it showing the typical
upside-down five points.
“I have here the Sorcerer’s Stone,
and it rests on the Magic Amulet. Both contain great magick, and when placed
together are overpowering in what they can do,” the wizard said solemnly. Once
again, his hand began weaving back and forth, like a cobra.
Silence throughout the room.
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Chaos, No one noticed as Larry quietly got up
and slipped out of the room.
Sensing the distress of the audience,
now, in a more authoritative voice, Chaos added, “You will not be able to
resist this force. You will not resist it, You will not—.”
screamed Vetala the witch, as she put her hand to her mouth. That piercing
scream did not stop. Everyone was totally startled.
Then, Draco Chaos screamed too,
“No, NO, NO,” The blood had drained from both of their always-pale
Everyone turned to see what the two were
looking at. From the back of the Assembly Hall, running down the center aisle
and holding an immense flat-faced sledge hammer in his powerful grip as he came, was Larry
“You are cursed, cursed,
CURSED!” screamed Draco, “In the name of all my demon gods, I curse you!”
But the curses did not stop Larry, and
he kept running.
Utterly beside himself with terror,
Draco burst forth with the worst curse he could pronounce, “In the name of
Lord Satan, the king of the gods, may you die on the spot!”
As Larry approached the podium, he
held the hammer higher as he cried, “In the name of Jesus Christ, the Creator
God of heaven and earth, I smash your little gods!”
With a powerful leap, Larry jumped up
onto the side of the podium on which the witch was standing.
Then, with a mighty swing, he brought
it down on the top center of the Sorcerer’s Stone. The heavy sledge went
through the top stone and on through the bottom one as well. Pieces of both
stones flew everywhere.
At this, Cliodna Vetala seemed ready to
faint. “Ahhhhh! Death strikes the gods of Wicca!” she cried, “We
perish, we all perish!” Yet she managed to regain enough strength to run
out the side door, after Chaos who was just in front of her.
Somehow, the destruction of their most
sacred gods seemed to totally crumple them. No one ever again saw them on campus. Not only did Draco Chaos, the
wizard, and Cliodna Vetala, the witch, disappear, but that strange teacher,
Circe Centaur, was never seen again either.
By this time, everyone was on their
feet—yelling with joy, overjoyed with happiness to be freed from the presence
and threatened power of the satanists. For that is what they were. “We’re
free! We’re free! We’re free of the devil gods!” they shouted.
By this time, not even the president nor
the treasurer could be seen anywhere. They had left through the backdoor also.
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