Wot, Nott, Kakuri and the Hu Ba Hou: Part Two: The Realm of the Black Crystals

By Gerrard Wllson

This is the story of two old friends
Who are brought to a world that’s facing its end
A fair land of magic and splendour about
A place ruled by reason and rhyme without doubt
These two allies, called Wot and Nott
Are in a Race Against Time, and trying to stop
Miafra ‘The Evil’who is stealing the land
Removing the seasons, free will and all time
Which they must restore to their original place
And save the land of Onisha in this life and death race
A quest and a mission ensues from thereon
As they battle the forces of darkness anon
It’s not always plain sailing for this unusual duo
And accidents do happen as they rush to and fro
Sadness and laughter follows them closely behind
As they are helped by the stunning Kakuri, so kind
The Orlu, a race so small and so fast
Help them at times with glorious repasts
Speeding so fast at a furious rate
Along with strange creatures created with haste
Join in with these most unlikely heroes
As they fight their way through and battle their foes
Using rhymes that are mystic and carefully thought out
Trying to succeed in their quest, leaving no doubts
Can they achieve it and return to Earth once again
Contented and happy with the job that’s been done?
Follow them on in this tale of intrigue
To find out if their exploits fail or succeed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gerrard Wllson
• Release date: Jan 13, 2015

Gerrard Wllson

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Wot, Nott, Kakuri and the Hu Ba Hou

Part Two: The Realm of the Black Crystals

Gerrard Wilson

Copyright 2015 by Gerrard Wilson

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Wot, Nott, Kakuri and the HU BA HOU. Part Two: The Realm of the Black Crystals

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Introduction

Chapter One - Guarding the Axis

Chapter Two - An Invisibility Deception

Chapter Three - A Dark Place Within, And Fighting the Beast

Chapter Four - The Way Forward is Under

Chapter Five - The Protectors are Coming!

Chapter Six - Omoora

Chapter Seven - Ondo-O-Osiqualo

Chapter Eight - The Realm of the Black Crystals

Introduction

An unusually small Christmas card transported Wot and Nott to the magical land of Onisha, where Umahia, the Grand Mystic, told them that Miafra had taken it over. Umahia asked them to help him rid Onisha of the evil dictator, Miafra. Having accepted the challenge, Wot and Nott set off, determined to put an end to the despot’s cruel rule.

Having eaten from the Tree of Knowledge and Wisdom, Wot and Nott sailed across the Sea of Loneliness in a five hundred year old boat, to Onisha proper, where they met a statue hell-bent on destroying them.

Continuing their quest to save the land of Onisha, Wot and Nott must travel further across it. After fighting their way past a Dragonsaur and then battling the dreaded Protectors, they find the Temple of Wan, where an incredibly old man named Ondo-O-Osqualo tells them that all is not well in the Realm of the Black Crystals...

Chapter One - Guarding the Axis

Taking charge of the situation, Nott said, We now have an entrance. That is good. However, it is still fazing in and out. That is bad. As I see it, in order for us to get safely inside the Seat of the Axis, we will have to rush it head on, when hole and the building are both fully visible. Any questions?

However, before Kakuri and Wot had time to reply, to say they had some misgivings about his plan, a dark shadow enveloped them from above. Looking up, horrified by what they saw, a giant dragonfly descending fast towards them, the band of thee darted for cover.

Having been silently watching, listening, brooding, following their every move from that bare branch so high above, the giant insect, posed a considerable threat to their safety. Although it had already grown to a considerable size, the dragonfly was still growing. Larger and larger it grew until it was so big it blotted their view of the sky above. Landing, alighting in front of the Seat of the Axis, the giant insect, blocking the only route into the building, dared the band of three to try and enter. As if that was not enough for Wot, Nott and Kakuri to contend with, the dragonfly began changing, metamorphosing into something quite different...

Its spindly wings falling uselessly away from its body left the giant insect suddenly earthbound and defensiveness. This situation, however, did not last for long, as large leathery new ones, sprouting, replacing those abandoned, began beating in a most threatening manner. Its rear insect legs extending, larger, larger, grew into a formidable pair of hind limbs. Its middle set of legs grew smaller and smaller until they were no more. The front pair of insect legs increasing in size, grew into arm-like appendages, dangling beneath its rapidly transforming head, a head that was changing, growing into something incredibly ferocious looking. Sharp, pointed teeth protruding from wide gaping jaws, emitted a forked tongue that began tasting the air. Lastly, to help balance this hideous creation, a tail sprouted. When this transformation was complete, the dragonfly had changed into something quite different. It had changed into flying dragon of sorts, like a cross between a Tyrannosaurus Rex and a Dragon, it was a Dragonsaur!

The hideous creature, however, did not attempt to attack the trio. No. Settling itself down between them and the building, it rested, denying them entry into the Seat of the Axis. It was a guard.

Wot, Nott and Kakuri needed a plan – and they needed it now, but were at a total loss as to what they might do, try, against such a formidable adversary. Whispering, Nott said, Wot, can you hear me?

Pardon? he replied.

I said can you hear me, you berk! Nott hissed.

You mean me? Wot asked, pointing to his chest.

Raising his fist, threatening him, Nott shouted, Wot, can you hear me, because if you say you can’t I will flatten you, so I will?

This time Wot heard him clearly, understood exactly what he was saying, but no sooner had he replied that he did, the beast, licking the air, searching for his place of concealment, approached. Although Wot had concealed himself under the leaves of a large bush, and thought himself safe from the beast, he pulled back even further beneath it. Under that bush, in the dried-up interior that scratched and scraped him annoyingly, he racked his brains, searching for ideas as to how he might get away from the creature. Tugging at the hood of his cloak, trying to pull it higher over his head, all the while grumbling at how prickly and itchy the dead undergrowth was, Wot suddenly had an idea. He wanted to explain it to the others, to tell them what he was going to do, but for fear of alerting the beast all that he said, whispered, was, Get ready to run.

On hearing this, Nott knew instinctively that he was up to something. Removing his heavy, cumbersome cloak, he told Kakuri to be ready for anything.

Deep within the bush, Wot fumbled with two pieces of wood. You see, he had recalled his Boy Scout days, when they had shown him how to make fire without matches. He had never tried to do it since then. He desperately hoped he could still manage it. Placing the first piece of wood flat upon the ground, Wot held the other piece vertically on top of it. Rubbing his palms backwards and forwards, around it, spinning the stick, Wot tried to make fire. One minute passed; no fire. Two minutes passed; still no fire. Three minutes passed; yet still no fire. As the minutes ticked away, the urgency of this operation grew. When the fourth minute had passed, Wot’s hands felt like it was they, not the wood, that was going to erupt into flames, but he kept on rubbing. Beads of perspiration trickled down his face. Then, a wisp of smoke, almost too small to notice, escaped from the dry timbers. Spurred on, Wot increased his valiant efforts exponentially. Faster and faster his hands went, back and forth, back and forth. His heart pounded, his hands ached, but he kept on going, kept on rubbing. Suddenly flames erupted from the piece of wood on the ground. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Wot placed the other piece upon it. Gathering up bits and pieces of dead plant material, he piled them upon it. The flames grew bigger.

Looking out from under the bush, Wot could see that Kakuri and Nott having already detected the wisps of escaping smoke were at the ready. Although the beast was almost upon him, it had not yet noticed anything suspicious. Luck was with him. Gathering more grass and twigs – anything that might conceivably burn – Wot placed them over the burning wood. Heaping more and more grass and twigs on top of the burning embers, Wot shaped a little mountain out of it all, knowing that soon, very soon, the whole caboodle would ignite. His timing would have to be perfect. Drawing up two huge armfuls of dry kindling, Wot took a last careful look at the situation outside. Kakuri and Nott were both at the ready, the beast was still sniffing the air for clues as to his exact whereabouts, and the building, the Seat of the Axis was phasing back into view. Inspecting his little mountain, Wot saw fire erupting. Dropping the two armfuls of kindling upon it, he waited for it to ignite. WHAM, the whole caboodle exploded in a fireball of bright colours, scorching both him and the dry bush.

This was the signal Kakuri and Nott had been waiting for. Dashing away from their places of concealment, they ran like never before. The combusting bush startled the Dragonsaur. It stood there dumfounded, inhaling the smoke and the fumes, the terrible flames burning, searing into it. Shrieking with pain, the Dragonsaur tried to evade the smoke and the heat. However, it was too late the damage was done. Trying desperately to remain upright, it swayed unsteadily, then it collapsed in a heap.

Running as fast as their legs would carry them, Kakuri and Nott approached the blasted out hole in the Seat of the Axis. Without a backwards glance, without looking to see if Wot was okay, they ran through it. They were gone.

However, despite making a safe retreat to the rear of the bush, Wot had suffered a singeing. His face and hands were as black as coal, he had scorch marks around his eyes, nose and lips, and his heavy cloak was smouldering upon him. The smoke, having penetrated to his clothes